Heather Chandler and Heather Duke were friends back in nursery. Not even kindergarten, NURSERY. Duke came up to Chandler who was very shy at the time. They became very close, very and instantly. They grew distant a little back in kindergarten as Duke and Martha became close, but they drifted again which gave Heather Chandler to win Duke back.
1st Grade came, they were popular but, Heather Chandler often got bullied. YES, Heather CHANDLER. **THE** Heather Chandler. Not Heather DUKE, BUT, Heather CHANDLER.
Duke always tend to help her and scare the bullies off as when they were children, Duke was the popular one.
2nd-5th grade were all the same but, then, 6th grade came . Chandler and Duke met McNamara. They all instantly clicked and . . Duke noticed, Chandler starts giving more attention to McNamara. The whole time that was happening, Chandler started to rise up even more, Duke started to become the less popular one.
7th grade, Chandler had enough. She promised the other two that she’ll protect them, build walls, and be there for them . PS: the act grew on her.
It started very nicely, Chandler only showing her soft spot to the other two, but then, she became more and more obsessed with the concept power and popularity. Duke hated it. She was becoming more on the loser side as she just wanted to be left alone, be the type whom people wont try to bother as if she’s some actress all the people want to know about. She doesn’t like that.
She and Heather talked about this
“Heather, I think— we should stop. I mean, popularity would get us nowhere in the future, yk?”
“Geez, why are you becoming such a loser? You know it’s an act. And take care of your weight. You look ugly and fat like Martha Dumptruck.”
“Oh.” Duke murmured. Voice filled with hurt. She thought to herself, maybe, not eating would help lose her weight. Maybe forcing to vomit would help. Maybe starving herself.
Chandler regreted saying that, but there was no backing off now. She was worried for Duke, very worried.
Time flew by, 10th grade came. They were juniors! . . .
Chandler and Duke were now distant. Except, one day, Chandler had invited Duke out for a party in a rich, popular school. They were 15, turning 16. They were drunk. This . . this was supposed to be nothing .
Duke woke up naked . Naked in her room, beside her was a sleeping blonde , naked woman . . She took a closer look . . That’s when she remembered
The night before, she and Chandler were really drunk. They bursted into a fit, Chandler dropped Duke home and . . Duke . . well , she stated all her feelings . It was pathetic , really . The next thing both girls knew that , Chandler acted first. She pushed Duke then . . it was all a blur.
It was hot, sexy, her body felt like it was on fire as she lost her virginity to her friend . Chandler also lost hers to Heather Duke. Both girls lost each other’s most valuable thing to one another.
Duke found herself embarrassed , annoyed , upset , frustrated, there was a lot of feelings .
She hated that she lost her precious thing to a woman.
She loved how she lost it to Heather Chandler. HER Heather. She got to taste her first, they were each other’s first after all.
Heather Chandler woke up soon after , she acted as if it was nothing . She didn’t dislike it , she in fact loved to tease Duke about it . . although, she grew to hate herself for it. The reason she became more and more distant was because of this. SHE was the one who acted first. SHE initiated the kiss. SHE initiated the sex. Everything was her doing.
She was never supposed to fall in love with a girl. Not Heather Duke out of all people.
Summer break, it all happened. They met this girl, Veronica. Duke despised her. She hated herself for liking the girl, for opening up. She hated how the brunette got to be close with Heather Chandler, how HER Heather lowered her walls down around the girl. She hated it. She was jealous.
Veronica got ALL Heather’s attention. So what did she do? She let herself get worse. She also did implants JUST for Heather. She needed her. She wanted her.
Chandler—well, she . . acted as if she didn’t care. Why would she? . .
Heather was acting like a kid and she knew it.
11th grade, it all went downhill. They met the Jason Dean dude, they got the news Veronica puked as a ‘thanks’ to Heather Chandler, Chandler DIED the next day. Apparently, Due to ‘suicide’.
Duke was happy. Or . . Was she? Heather Chandler, her first ever friend, her BEST friend, her first EVERYTHING—is DEAD. She wished for this, now she got it. She played it off as she’s fine. I mean , she hated the fact Chandler made fun of her, bullied her, teased her but, Chandler still was everything to her.
She was glad . . a secret she never told anyone was that—she was the one who stayed the longest on Chandler’s grave. She just—stared. Cried, got mad, cried again. She didn’t know what to do. Her best friend—is gone. No amount of money, popularity, wishes can bring her back.
She regretted what she wished for.
On top of all that—the issue with JD. The fact Veronica chose MARTHA DUMPRTUCK over her. The fact she made fun of McNamara. The same girl who despite made fun of her at times—was still always the one there for her.
When they grew old, she never contacted anyone again. McNamara reached out, she only talked to her once, never responded again.
She married someone. A man, a man who was similar to Heather Chandler. Actions, wordings, wealth, everything. Except, this man . . he is nice. He’s the Heather Chandler, Duke once knew. He was the Heather Chandler, Duke saw when Chandler lets her guard down.
School reuinion.
She was called by Veronica . She didn’t know what came over her, but, she came.
She regretted it.
She ended up infront of Heather Chandler’s grave. . again. This time, she was with Sawyer and McNamara. The three remaining ‘Heathers’ sat down, talked . . Veronica reached to the point where she opened up . Duke felt as if her entire world came crashing as she immediately reacted harshly.
A fight broke out.
McNamara and Sawyer left.
Duke was alone again. With her feelings. Beside Chandler. A dead woman. She cried. Again.
Maybe 4 weeks later, she died. But hey, at least, she was finally reuinited with her ‘best friend’ . . right? . . no.
She’ll never go to that place so called heaven. She’d stay on earth, roam around as a lost soul. She hates this.
This was liek . . Written wayyyy back probably july 17 ? ? Ionk . . i forgor . Mmm i love me some chanduke !
I have the urge to write a fanfiction about cirscylla next o(^▽^)o
