Heather Chandler was very aware of what her best friend (who she coincidentally wanted to be her girlfriend) Veronica Sawyer would do for some extent of loyalty.

They would be on their way home inside Heather Duke's jeep, Veronica would stay over about an hour before walking home with a Swiss army knife.

Veronica found it in one of the cabinets in Heather's house. She took it, showed it to the blonde and Heather just nonchalantly said, "You can have it, Dad never really used stuff stocked up. Mom calls them trashbinets because of it."

Veronica laughed, "Trashbinets?"

Chandler shrugged.

"They're fucking weird, I know."

"I guess."

After an hour or so of randomly ranting and blabbing on, Veronica goes through the window of Heather's room and goes off to get some rest. Not forgetting to have the Swiss army knife twirling in her hand.

Weeks pass, Heather forgot that she even gave Veronica the damn thing. It wasn't until this scruffy looking ner-herder in a trench coat showed up in school.

Somehow, she thinks Veronica had been swept by the mysterious psycho-vibe that this kid had and Heather did not like it.

Chandler was in the bathroom facing the mirror, fixing what seems like the nonexistent flaws in her makeup. The whole group was there, too. Duke was throwing up her guts, not like Chandler actually cared. McNamara was there helping her friend from her digestive system's state. Veronica was leaning against the counter of the sinks, holding up a notebook on her left hand to support it and a black pen on her right.

She was taking precautions on what could possibly happen and was starting to forge something in the councselor's handwriting. It was a period before lunch, and although she would have preferred not to skip right now, she was quite bored right at this moment. To her, skipping was a much better option than having class with the 80% chance she'd fall asleep and still get scolded for it.

McNamara was now done assisting the girl in green and was just there, leaning against the door of the stall where Duke was fixing herself up.

"So Veronica, how're you and trench coat kid going?"

Chandler purposely made the process of her closing her eyeshadow palette so audible, it almost broke. Veronica paid no mind to it, but McNamara noticed it and she almost commented on it before thinking better of it as Chandler's eyes meet hers in the mirror.

Veronica stopped writing and Chandler swore she saw her almost scrunch her nose in disgust, but instead, Veronica widened her eyes and had the slightest tint of red on her cheeks.

"You mean th-that guy in the cafeteria that shot blanks at Kurt and Ram?"

McNamara had her mischievous smile on her face again, "His name's Jason Dean, he's in my History class."

"Yeah, and I have English with you, macaroon. So what?"

Both heads turned to Chandler who was fixing some fly aways in her hair.

McNamara still had that smirk that irked Chandler to an extent and Veronica was just staring at her with a slightly confused and slightly amused face. They revelled in silence for a while.

A flush was heard followed by a cough produced by Heather Duke and the silence was broken. When she stepped out, all eyes were on her.

"What the fuck did I do?"

Chandler scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Veronica felt the swiss army knife in her pocket become heavier. Her cheeks weren't red because of the psycho trenchcoat kid. They never would be.

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It was the night of the party in Ram Sweeney's house and Chandler insisted on passing by a 7/11 for Corn Nuts. Veronica agreed, naturally.

"Plain or BQ?"

"Ronnie, you've asked me this shit too many times before, and it's fucking BQ."

Veronica was in the store, looking like a lost puppy in the quest to find where the hell the Corn Nuts were.

"Hey, you're a Heather, right?"

Veronica turned around to see the boy in the trench coat Heather McNamara was talking about a few days ago in the bathroom. And then Chandler acted weird for a second.

"Um, no, actually," she faced him properly and stuck out her arm for him to shake, "I'm a Veronica, Veronica Sawyer."

They shook hands quickly and she forced herself to give him a small smile, "You're Jason Dean, right?"

"Yeah, JD for short."

Veronica nodded before crouching back down and starting to look for the freaking Corn Nuts in BQ flavor.

"So, are you more of a Cherry Soda or a Mountain Dew kind of girl?"

Veronica wanted to be polite and not drive this kid off, so she replied, "Cherry."

"This is uh... Pretty swanky first date."

She ignored him now but muttered a barely audible and quick "sure". She was thankful enough when she saw the words "Corn Nuts" in a comic font on a wrapper.

Veronica was about to get to place the junk food products on counter before she heard a 'click', the sound of something dropping.

She went rigid and immediately felt her pocket, feeling nothing.

She quickly turned around and saw JD picking the red-hilted swiss army knife up. He touched it and examined it.

"Pretty good knife you've got here, Sawyer."

She narrowed her eyes at him before placing the food on the counter, stretching out her hand and demanding him to return it.

"Give that to me."

JD started take the components out, "Pretty light, too."

"Give it back, or I swear I'll cut your throat with it."

JD looked at her and her stare cut through him much like the knife he was holding.

He said nothing else and gave her the knife.

Veronica quickly wrapped her fingers around it. She held it the whole time as she paid the clerk who took about thirty seconds to appear.

She went to the door and saw the girl in red, smirking at her.

"Say bye-bye to Red Dawn here and let's motor."

Heather then glared at the boy behind her and Veronica noticed. She then realized something right there.

Veronica wanted to kiss her.

She rolled her eyes and they walked to the car.

Once they both had closed the doors on their sides, Heather laughed and grabbed Veronica's collar to her and placed a short kiss on her lips.

Flustered, Veronica looked at the girl who looked beautiful in red and whose lipstick almost matched the color of the hilt on her Swiss army knife.

"You still have that piece of crap?" Heather said, taking Veronica's hand in hers and touching the red hilt of the knife she held in it.

"Y-yeah."

Heather laughed again and Veronica's cheeks were more red than they were with Heather McNamara's blush on her cheeks. This time, Heather knew it was her who caused her cheeks to go almost as red as the hilt of the Swiss army knife they both held.

Heather rolled her eyes playfully at the girl in blue before giving her a sweet, short peck on her cheek.

"I'm glad you do."

Heather started to drive and Veronica was silent for a while before finally asking, "Do you have anything else from the trashbinets I might find useful?"

Heather laughed and Veronica found it beautiful.

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Hah, ain't that a crappy one-shot 😂😂. Hi, I don't have a definite update schedule, but I shall try to update as much as my imagination lets me write legitimately.

This is like more of a drabbles book? But I like to call them one-shots 😂 💝💙💜

See you when I do! And I hope you liked it!

All the love, tuffhufflepuff xx