#heather|interaction.

"what do you mean by that?" her eyebrows pull together in a feigned sort of confusion, though heather knows exactly what they are getting at. "i didn't realise you were looking to make any new friends..."

“you don’t really think that by making out with the first pretty thing that looks your way i’m going to be jealous, do you?”

“i… don’t know,” heather admitted, tilting her head. she hadn’t thought about it. she’d only done what came instinctually to her and sought out oona. she was quite used to waking up with a blaring hangover and few memories of the night before but she didn’t even have that. she didn’t hurt. her head just felt fuzzy and she remembered nothing at all. all her memories seemed just out of her grasp, behind a veiled curtain. the only thing that stuck out was her friend. “i was outside,” she explained, eyebrows pulling together slightly. she didn’t even sound annoyed by it, only confused. "did you leave me?" a flicker of something, annoyance, that quickly eased. heather wasn’t the kind of girl who just found a lowly bush to rest her head in. no matter the state she was in she’d find a place to wash off her makeup and a plush bed to lay in. she didn’t even think to question it, clearing her throat. “i’m hungry. should we… do brunch?”

“i  know i’ve been kind of… occupied lately, but i’m free now. why can’t we hang out?” 

"hey… if you’ve changed your mind, that’s totally okay, alright? we can go catch a late night movie, or go grab tacos or something…?"

"i don't know. shut up. i'm not blushing."

she’d definitely been on worse dates before but that really wasn’t saying much. heather had found the whole thing a little bit awkward but that perhaps because her heart wasn’t really in it. she’d only agreed because they’d been so sweet and patient while their schedules hadn’t aligned to allow for a date to be possible. however, it was done now. “well... this has been nice.” she hoped her voice didn’t sound as strained to them as it did in her own ears. “we should do it again some time?” or not. 

"eh, i mean how straight can she really be?" admittedly, heather would pin her roommate as a model straight person if she had to pick one out a crowd. that had been what had made it so shocking when she'd once caught logan sneaking out of her room after a night of very little sleep. "i mean, sure. maybe there are people that would be willing to fuck me but no one is making me scream like that. like i said — i wasn't sure if it was all an act or if you're really just that good." she looked at her through her lashes for a moment, contemplating, before shrugging. "can't blame a girl for being curious, can you?"