Egobang but it’s an angsty incomplete Heath/ers AU
Hey @grumpletgirl this was meant to be a Christmas present but I guess it’s just... a gift... now. I was looking through my drafts and I saw this and I knew I wanted to pass it to you but I have no idea how to finish this whit. So take this WIP please. Also @smallsisnotthrowingawayhershot if you want this just take it man.
... oh, yeah. The rest of you can read this if you want. I’m kinda proud of this. Heathers spoilers and moderate angst below. Like, there’s a death mention. Multiple, actually. ‘Cause it’s Heath/ers.
“Step away from the bomb.”
(Arin’s Veronica and Dan’s the JD that’s in the boiler room, setting up a bomb. This is during Dead Gi/rl Walking Reprise and uh.... that’s as far as I went.)
"Dan... I'm so sorry."
Arin had to take a few more shallow breaths to continue, in attempt to stabilize himself a little more. He had much to say, and in a situation of literal life and death, he didn’t want to screw this up.
“I’m sorry for everything you had to face when you were younger: your mom’s death, moving so often, your dad being a dick... you didn’t deserve it.”
Dan taking a few steps towards his three-month lover gave the other boy a little boost of confidence, allowing him to keep his words flowing.
“You didn’t. You don't! No one does! And we’re young, at that. It’s been unfair! The world has been so unfair to you! The adults just seem like they don’t fucking care!”
Dan’s feet stopped walking forward and planted themselves in front of the other boy, both staring each other in the eye in search of something within them.
“You shouldn’t have had to go through all this. It made you think everyone’s an enemy. I’m so sorry.”
The muffled yells of joy from upstairs couldn’t compare to the painful silence of the boiler room, Arin gazing at Dan’s blank expression to distract himself from the killing quiet.
And Dan looked up to meet his eyes.
“And yet I did.”
The gun was cocked and lifted from an arm’s length, the barrel resting on Arin’s forehead.
“Deal with it.”
Oh, Dan.
No. No.
No no no, the word replayed and replayed in Arin’s mind. No, no, no.
This was Dan. He wouldn’t hurt him. He loved him. Arin. Loved him.
He did all he could to take care of- to BE there for him.
He couldn’t be killed by Dan. Not this Dan.
This was the man-
... no. This couldn’t be a man, not a true one at this rate.
Arin realized now, of all the moments of his senior year with him, that Dan wasn’t the man he thought he was.
He was just a boy. A boy, just like Arin.
This was the boy who punched two quarterbacks the first day he transferred to Westerburg.
This was the boy who found heaven in freezing cold Slushees and 7-11 walls.
(insert gun fighting here)
And somehow, he could hear cheering from the gym.
Cheering Arin on.
Pull the trigger.
Encouraging.
Begging.
Dan’s hand reached out for his face.
Click, boom.
And no one else was in the room where it happened.
