A/N:This is the last one until I figure out a regular schedule. I'm sure you know what this one is about,so enjoy. Triggers ahead,so be warned...

"What's your idea?"You asked JD. "Let's go make Heather puke her guts out."JD said,still smirking slightly. "Actually,that isn't a bad idea."You stated,turning away from the mirror and looking at the window. "Then let's do it,Y/N."JD repeated and you nodded. "Alright.Let's try it."You told him. "Ladies first."He said,opening your window. You climbed out of the window and landed back on the ground with JD only  few steps behind you. He lead you to his motorcycle. He got on,and so did you. You held onto his waist tightly,and he drove up to Heather's house.

As soon as you two got there,he parked his motorcycle near a bush so it wouldn't be seen,not that it mattered that much. "How do we get in?"He asked. "Back door. Heather always skips the Sunday morning visit to Grandma's whether she is hungover or not."You said,leading the way. You pulled open the glass door and the two of you entered. JD looked around in both awe and digest,if that is even possible. No one else was home and you knew it. You both made your way into the kitchen. You made yourself at home,rummaging through the fridge. "What if we mixed milk and orange juice? What's the upchuck factor on that?"You questioned,pulling both objects out. He went under the sink and pulled a medium-sized bottle. "I'm more of a no rust build up man,myself."JD blankly stated,examining the bottle closely. You went closer to him,and saw what he was examining. It said it right on the bottle,drain cleaner...

"That would kill her."You said,pushing the bottle away from him. You started to place all your objects on the middle counter. "Fine.I'm sorry."JD told you and kissed you a few times. You kissed back each and every time. "What if we used soup?"You said,raiding her pantry. "That's not enough."He told you and you kept thinking. "What if we put a clem glob in there?"You asked him. "Worth a try."JD replied. You both tried to for a few minutes but it didn't seem to work so you left it be. "Well,back to the original idea."You said,looking at him."I still say we try old blue here."He told you,with his cute little slight smirk. "No. And besides,she would never drink that stuff always."You stated nice and clearly. You poured the milk and orange juice into a mug after JD gave in and suggested you do it that way. You grabbed a mug,not realizing your terrible mistake. You started up the stairs with him trailing behind you closely. "Y/N?"questioned JD. "Yes?"You answered. "Uh...nevermind."JD said. You shrugged it off and entered Heather's room.

"Good morning,Heather. It's me,Y/N."You said,quietly as Heather was just barely asleep. Hearing you,Heather sat up in her red robe. "What do you want?"Heather snapped,annoyed looking at you. She didn't notice JD at first. "I'm sorry about last night."You said,faking a small smile. "That's bullshit."Heather replied. JD went to your side,"We made you something to help with your hangover." Heather groaned,putting her hand to the side of her head. You held out the cup for her. "Y/N and Jesse James. Quel surprise!"She exclaimed. "Just try it,Heather.Please."You said. "Get down on your knees."She told you firmly. You passed JD the cup and got down on your knees. "Heather,please. I'm begging you."You told her a few times. "You think I'm gonna drink that? What did you do? Spit in it?Poison it?"Heather questioned,still slightly annoyed. You stood up. "What?Are you chicken?"JD asked. "No,I just don't trust you two."Heather said,tiredly. "It's only a family recipe and it seems like you are chicken."JD said,passing the mug back to you. "You think I am gonna drink it because you call me chicken?Fine,give it to me."Heather demanded,forcefully. You passed her the mug and she took it into her grasp.

Heather stood up,and took a sip of the drink. At first,there was no reaction which you were confused about. Milk and orange juice should have made a reaction,you thought to yourself. Then,out of nowhere Heather gasped before starting to choke. You backed up and into JD accidentally. Heather continued to choke and held her throat and neck in pain. "C-cornnuts!"She exclaimed decently loud before falling right through her glass table as a result of choking.

Heather Chandler was dead...

"I just killed my 'best friend'"

"And your worst enemy."

"Same difference."