Normal is not us - JD x reader (Heathers)

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by elektraheart467

by elektraheart467

I was walking down the hall with my friend, Curt Kelley. He was Ram's friend, too, but I left that side of our friendship alone. We were laughing at a joke that Curt heard earlier today, but then JD walked up.

"Hey JD!" Curt and I say. JD looked angry. Not good. He turns to me.

"[name], can I speak to you for a moment?" JD asks. I nodded, following.

"What's wrong JD?" I ask. He paced back and forth.

"No more hanging around with him, no more looking at him, I don't even want you to think about him!" He says.

"JD?" I ask. "Are you ok?"

"No, I'm not ok!" He says. "You keep hanging around that guy, and I don't like it!"

"JD, who are you talking about?" I ask. "Curt?"

"Yes!" JD says. I was taken aback. "He's making you smile, making you laugh, things that I should be doing!"

"JD, just because Curt is my friend doesn't mean that I like him!" I say in defense. "I'm yours, you know this."

"Yes, but what if he tries to make you his?!" He says. I stomp my foot down.

"Jason Dean!" I say. He stops rambling. "Am I not aloud to have friends?!"

"Yes, but not when that friend is a guy!"

"All the girls in this school are bitches!" I yell. "Why would I want to be friends with them of all people!"

"Look, just stop hanging around them and I'll be fine, ok?" He says, turning around to walk away.

"But what about me, JD?!" I say. He turns back to me. "What if I want a couple of guy friends? What I want to hang around Curt? What if I want something other than this!!"

"What do you mean by 'other than this'?!"

"I want to be normal, JD I want to have a normal life, I want to have a normal relationship, I want to be a regular, normal 17 year old!"

"What is normal, [name]?!" He says, it sounding more like a statement than a question.

"Normal is not us." I say, about to cry. "If we can't be a normal couple, that goes to movies, bakes brownies, let's them be themselves in their personal life, or anything like that, then we can't be a couple at all."

We stood before each for a long time. I was rubbing my arms through my baggy, light tan wool sweater, tears pricking at my eyes.

"Then..." JD says suddenly. "What are we?"

"We?" I ask. "No."

A puzzled look crosses his face. Then his eyes widen as I say the words.

"What are you?"