#footnotes ask

I need to know for uh reasons 🧑‍🎨

[OOC: Please read the tags!!!]

"Details about prom this year? No, not really. You can ask Shelby, though. Shelby Dunnstuck. She's the president of the committee in charge of the prom. I have to warn you, she can be... catty. But hey, she's your best option if you want accurate information."

"My prom date will be J.D., of course. He is my boyfriend. I'll spend lots of time with Martha too. We've talked about prom since freshman year. I'll make sure she has a great time! And I guess I'll also be with the Heathers at some point. As much as I’d love to arrive with J.D., I think Heather mentioned something about renting a limo for the four of us."

"As for my prom dress, well... I'm not sure if I can share too much. I don't want to anger Heather. What I can say, is I've been searching on many magazines and I've managed to get my options down to 2 dresses. I'm trying to find a middle ground between my own personal style and the Heathers' demand for it to be blue. There's one in particular that speaks to me more than the other... Guess we'll see which one I’ll end up choosing."

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/ref

Veronica was happily enjoying some pancakes at home when she felt the strange sensation of heat coming from the nearby window. The moment she looked up, her breakfast erupted into pieces. In distress and disarray, she could only utter three words:

"My fucking pancakes!"

"Ha hah, uuuuh funny you ask that. The normal answer would be 'yes, of course, 100%', but... For reasons, I'll have to say no."

"J.D.'s dad will NOT be speaking at our wedding."

As the —secret— hopeless romantic she is, Veronica gets bashful at the question.

"Oh, c'mon. We're way too young for that. We've barely been together for a month, and I– I don't even know his blood type! Yup! See? Can't marry someone if you don't know something so basic about them."

"The whole thing about his dad not being at our wedding was just a hypothetical question for the future. Besides, I haven't really talked about this with J.D. Maybe he doesn't even want to get married. Who knows?"

"That sounds like Ram, yeah. I'm sorry for your loss and for what he said to you. It's been three years of him just being a huge dick."

"But uh, you know... Sometimes— And I'm not trying to defend him! God, no! Ew. But sometimes, we don't know what other people's lives are like, you know? We assume everyone must live with both of their parents. And, uh— she clears her throat and flattens the folds of her skirt— We might say things that we didn't mean. Or, more like, joke about something you really shouldn't have."

She lightly shook her head, snapping out of her absorption. "Anyway, if you want my advice, stay away from him. Don't bother with Ram, or Kurt, or any of the jocks. They're not worth it."

"I have to go now, see if I can find J.D. and tell him Slurpees are on me today... I'll see you around!"

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"I don't think my opinion should matter. It's his body and appearance, not mine. There's no body alteration that could make me lose feelings for him... Okay, maybe if he gets rid of his cute curls. Ha ha! It's just a joke, kidding! I wouldn't mind that either, even if I really like them."

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[OOC: Here are her real thoughts. Cringe and volume warning. It's Veronica, ofc she'll be 100% on board with the idea of J.D. getting piercings.]