This was originally in my other oneshot book but I'm posting it here as well.
Veronica's POV

It had been a few weeks since my former boyfriend, JD, had killed himself. I broke up with him and then he totally went batsh*t crazy and tried to win me back. I don't honestly know what caused him to do that.

I'm glad I broke up with him though. Constant reminders of what we'd done were floating next to me, and I didn't know if they'd ever leave. And then there was Heather McNamara. Of the remaining Heathers she was the one who seemed to be the most nice. We'd sort of become friends...question mark? Well we were closer than I with Duke, I could say that. But McNamara was odd. Not in a bad way, it's just, I feel happy around her, like extremely.

I denied it to myself. I denied that warmth McNamara made me feel. I knew that warmth wasn't bad per say. I knew what the warmth was, I just didn't want to admit it to myself. Oh but how fricking precious McNamara looked with a god damn flower in her hair! I could feel myself blushing. Chandler snickered behind me and I felt like punching her in her ghostly face. I didn't though as I had noticed the girl in yellow was walking past. "Hey, Mac!" I called to her. Heather turned to face me and her smile made me weak in the knees.

"Vero!" She answered back, turning pink as she walked over. I wondered why, but didn't think much of it. "Hey, uh, where's your friend?" I had a quick look around for Martha but didn't see her.

"Doesn't look like she's here," I replied shrugged. McNamara's blush definitely darkened. Again, I brushed it off. I wondered what she would think if she knew about the warmth I felt around her. Speaking of that warmth, my heart had leaped at her blush.

"Oh so it's just us?" My eyes narrowed slightly, guiltily. McNamara didn't know about the three people hovering beside me. Chandler was checking her nails and Ram and Kurt were talking animatedly about various topics. I sometimes wondered if Kurt and Ram had been gay, but I guess I'll never know. With a shudder I remembered JD shooting at both of them, claiming their lives. And then I shuddered at the memory of Chandler's death. "Vero?" McNamara said, using the nickname she only used when we were alone. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied. "Just a gruesome thought crossed my mind."

"What was the thought?"

"I don't want something so precious to be subjected to that," I said. "It was just a horror movie, nothing important." Heather blushed at the unintentional flirt, that I was completely oblivious to.

"Oh well, okay," she answered. Her blue gaze was in stark contrast to her blonde hair and yellow clothes. It was kinda pretty. I mentally shook myself. I would continue to deny it to myself. "But we're friends! Sure, I'm not Martha, but you can open up to me." I looked at Heather. She had never said that before. I could feel the ghosts staring at me. What did they know?

"You consider us friends?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Heather answered.

"That colour is nice on you," I said. "It complements your hair and contrasts your eyes, it's pretty." I was talking as if my brain wasn't connected properly. "Oh, uh, that's platonic." Heather was blushing.

"Thank you~!" She answered in a sing-song voice. It was adorable. "You too! The blue and brown combo really suits you! Oh, platonic too." I heard Kurt scoff behind me. I then felt like punching him. Things between McNamara and I were totally platonic, according to her. This time Ram scoffed. What did those boys want? I then felt myself blushing.

"Oh, thanks Heather," I said. McNamara was sticking her tongue out, oh my god, so precious, so adorable. I'm so- Nope, I do not like her in that way. My brain and heart were at war, I could feel it. It would be so easy to... her lips are right there... No! Answered my brain. We do not like her in that way. Oh f**k off, answered my heart. You don't get to decide how we feel!

"Veronica?"

"Uh, Yeah?"

"Oh good, you were zoning out and I got worried," Heather replied. Heather was worried... worried about me....

"Oh it's nothing it's just my thoughts are arguing with each other....about random topics and I couldn't concentrate." I could feel Chandler gaze stare at me. I wondered what she was thinking.

"Is it because that kid died?" She asked suddenly. I shook my head.

"Nononono! Just random different topics, and that J- that kid's death has nothing to do with it," I answered. "I think it's just because you're way too cute for words and couldn't handle it." I blushed. "N-no homo though! Just platonic! Just friendship." McNamara looked at me and then kissed me on my cheek unexpectedly.

"Okay then," she giggled, blushing. "I have to get to class. I'll see you later." She left me feeling very confused and blushing profusely, with Kurt, Ram and Chandler chuckling behind me.