That's honestly a relief. I thought for a second there you were going to say something about the slushies being laced with laxatives.
[Dread sinks into her stomach. How—How did her clone know anything about her old school, this time? Has she said—yes, she did, didn't she, over the network a couple of times? She forces herself to relax, quietly thankful this is over text, because she's not sure she would've managed to keep the panic from her face on video.]
Did she say any names? It's pretty easy to make some names up, especially if no one else from the same world is there to disprove it.
heathers. not sure if that's a name or a group. like john heathers? heather, heather, and other heather? a bunch of girls who really like wildflowers? idk
[She's never said anything about JD on the network. She's never said anything about Martha, either, and it takes Veronica a couple of minutes to actually even start typing, her hands are shaking so badly.]
I'm not sure if the Heathers liked wildflowers, honestly. They were called the Heathers because they were all named Heather.
JD's my ex and Martha was
Martha's been my best friend since diapers. We sort of drifted apart. [Lie.]
[the flower thing was a joke. a bad one, but a joke. this next part, however, she hesitates on]
she said you guys did more than just drift apart. she didn't really say what happened though. but like... you know how in corny tv shows the bad guy goes "deep down you're all just like meeeee"? it was sort of like that but with slushies and fat jokes instead of taking over the world
They weren't friends. It was more like there was one Heather who towered over the other two, who were her lackeys.
[Veronica is maybe a little bit glad this is over text, because this is already toeing too close to things she doesn't want to open up. If this was over voice, or video—
She doesn't think about it.]
She sounds like a total bitch. I'm sorry you had to deal with her.
It kind of was a little more than drifting apart, yeah. I met new friends and spent more time with them than I did with her, and we stopped hanging out. [None of this is, technically, a complete lie, but there are so many pertinent details that Veronica's leaving out that it doesn't even matter that it's technically the truth.]
it could be worse. i mean if i have to choose between "bitchy" and "actively murderous" i'll go with bitchy. you know if i HAVE to choose.
[And as for Veronica's story...it sounds legit, and she certainly has no reason to question it, but she can't help but think back to what other doubles have said about themselves. About their birth. She's not sure if what they said is true, but...]
do you regret it? not really hanging out with her anymore. because i had a friend like that back home. kind of. we still hung out but we didn't hang out as much as we used to... turned out i missed some pretty big stuff with her.
I'd honestly choose "bitchy" over "homicidal" too. At least you kinda know what a bitchy person's standards are, even if they're just the baseline of human decency.
I do. She was a true friend, and after we stopped hanging out with each other, her crush died. It was rough on her, and I regret not being there. Plus I said some things to her that were pretty terrible, in retrospect.
text;
[Dread sinks into her stomach. How—How did her clone know anything about her old school, this time? Has she said—yes, she did, didn't she, over the network a couple of times? She forces herself to relax, quietly thankful this is over text, because she's not sure she would've managed to keep the panic from her face on video.]
Did she say any names? It's pretty easy to make some names up, especially if no one else from the same world is there to disprove it.
text;
heathers. not sure if that's a name or a group. like john heathers? heather, heather, and other heather? a bunch of girls who really like wildflowers? idk
jd
martha
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I'm not sure if the Heathers liked wildflowers, honestly. They were called the Heathers because they were all named Heather.
JD's my ex and Martha was
Martha's been my best friend since diapers. We sort of drifted apart. [Lie.]
text;
[the flower thing was a joke. a bad one, but a joke. this next part, however, she hesitates on]
she said you guys did more than just drift apart. she didn't really say what happened though. but like... you know how in corny tv shows the bad guy goes "deep down you're all just like meeeee"? it was sort of like that but with slushies and fat jokes instead of taking over the world
text;
[Veronica is maybe a little bit glad this is over text, because this is already toeing too close to things she doesn't want to open up. If this was over voice, or video—
She doesn't think about it.]
She sounds like a total bitch. I'm sorry you had to deal with her.
It kind of was a little more than drifting apart, yeah. I met new friends and spent more time with them than I did with her, and we stopped hanging out. [None of this is, technically, a complete lie, but there are so many pertinent details that Veronica's leaving out that it doesn't even matter that it's technically the truth.]
text;
[And as for Veronica's story...it sounds legit, and she certainly has no reason to question it, but she can't help but think back to what other doubles have said about themselves. About their birth. She's not sure if what they said is true, but...]
do you regret it? not really hanging out with her anymore. because i had a friend like that back home. kind of. we still hung out but we didn't hang out as much as we used to... turned out i missed some pretty big stuff with her.
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I do. She was a true friend, and after we stopped hanging out with each other, her crush died. It was rough on her, and I regret not being there. Plus I said some things to her that were pretty terrible, in retrospect.