if you don’t help me, how can i help you? we’re supposed to be friends. ⠀@satanless for heather duke
dear diary, ⠀i try to be a good friend. i really do. but as of recent, heather duke has ostensibly ruined any shred of goodwill that i had toward her. she only ever seems to talk to me when she needs something from me, and for some reason that totally beguiles me, i always end up giving in. not today, though. i have to stand my ground.
veronica’s distaste for heather duke contorts her entire face, her frown revealing the inner-workings of her internal monologue. playing the friend card. really? she must really want veronica’s help. she can hear the overbearing saccharine in heather duke’s tone, and a wave of nausea crashes over her. she crosses her arms, letting her expression persist. “ i don’t really think we’re friends anymore. ”
she begins searching for a point of exit — something she can pretend to be distracted by, that will definitively end the conversation before heather duke can protest. as her eyes wander, she continues her speech: “ besides, i have no interest in putting up with your pseudo-heather chandler bullshit. so if you need help with something, i recommend looking elsewhere. ”