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How about Freeze your brain for JD!Michael. I always love your Heathers related posts 🖤

I feel like I have spent so long away from this blog. Because I have 🥴

I’m slowly coming back though, and why not come back with a good old Heathers request?

The timeline is before Bebe’s death, so just ignore the previous Heathers fics where she’s 🪦

I really need to put these in order of songs, but I’m lazy. Eventually I’ll get to it 🤣

Orange: Bebe

Green: Michael

Pink: Reader

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Freeze Your Brain

Bebe had managed to convince you to go to yet another highschool party, and even though you wanted to stay home and do your weekend homework, you agreed to be dragged along by the cheer captain. You had just risen up the popularity ranks just by associating with the blonde, and with the taste of freedom you had from bullying and being completely ignored by everyone, it was getting harder and harder to convince yourself to stay home. The sudden attention was like a drug, and you just couldn’t help how good the feeling of being a someone was.

Bebe had picked you up from your house in her brand new, stark white Mercedes. She normally had Wendy and Heidi with her, but you noticed the duo weren’t anywhere to be found. Bebe only offered a very fake sounding greeting when you slid into her car, wasting no time in speeding off almost before you could even shut the door. The radio was blaring some Flo Milli song, one that you’ve heard Bebe play a thousand times before. The blonde swerved a little on the road, her eyes occupied by flicking up and down between the road and her phone, her left thumb hurriedly typing something as she dangerously multitasked.

“Ah, shit. Clyde wants something from the store. If I pull over, can you run inside?” Bebe asked, not even looking at you. Her tone didn’t sound inquisitive as much as it sounded like demanding, but you didn’t care to fight with her at the moment. “Sure.” you replied, looking out of your window. Coincidentally, there was a 7/11 just a little up the road, and Bebe almost slung you from your seat when she made a sharp turn to pull into the convenience store. “Okay, Clyde wants a root beer and a pack of condoms. Oh, and I want some corn nuts.” the blonde informed you, making no move to grab her wallet to hand you some cash. Why would she? You couldn’t count on one hand how many times you’ve ended up footing the bill for your popular friends.

Stepping out of the car, you pulled down the hem of the almost too short dress that you had on, making sure your behind was covered. “You should pull your tits up. Make your cleavage bigger. That creepy guy is working the register, maybe he’ll give you something for free.” Bebe offered, giving you a once over. “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” you huffed, adjusting your breasts to accentuate them a little more. Grabbing your wallet, you turned from the car, shutting the door and beginning your trek to the door. Reaching out to grab the handle, you stopped in your place, Bebe’s voicing alarming you. “(Y/N)!!! Don’t forget the corn nuts! It’s not a party without corn nuts!!!” she yelled, as if she wasn’t just a few feet away. “BQ or plain?” you asked, pulling the door open. “BQ!” she yelled back, disgusted by the fact you even had to ask.

You sighed, walking into the chilly store. Making a bee line to the chip isle, you grabbed Bebe’s precious barbecue corn nuts. Skimming the isles, you found the condoms, and grabbed a box, trying to hide them under the back of snacks in your hand. Walking to the fridges, you began your search for some root beer, happy to get the hell out of the store and finally to the party you so desperately just wanted to get to. As you closed the door and turned to your left, you were scared by the presence of that mysterious new guy you’ve been seeing at school. Placing your free hand on your chest, you blew out a sigh of relief, the tall male laughing at your reaction.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I frighten you?” Michael asked, a smirk pulling at his lips. Giving a glare, you readjusted everything in your hands, cocking your hip to the side as you stared up at him in mock anger. “No. I just wasn’t aware that a giant was going to be standing right next to me.” you said, playful tones on your words. “Giant? That’s a new one.” Michael chuckled, looking at your bounty. “Corn nuts, root beer, and condoms. Sounds like you’re in for a crazy night.” he commented, causing you to become flustered. “Oh, they’re not mine. I’m going to a party and just needed to grab some things.” you replied, looking anywhere but at the curly headed male.

“Going to a party with condoms still sounds like a crazy night.” he picked. Giving an aggravated sigh, you made a move to walk past him, stopping in your tracks when he stepped infront of you. “Hey, I’ve got to go. Bebe’s waiting on me in the car.” you said, eyebrows furrowing in agitation as you looked at him. “Oh, a threesome? I didn’t peg you for the type.” Michael quipped, chuckling at his own statement. “Well, at least it’s better than just creeping around at a damn convenience store.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his words. “It’s my palace.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. Turning away from you, he made his way to the Icee machine. “Palace? What, like you live here?” you asked, following him.

You watched as he grabbed a cup and filled it up with the frozen blue liquid, putting a lid on it and grabbing a straw. “No. But it’s been the only source of comfort that I’ve indulged in for years. I come and get my icee, and I just feel like I’m home again.” he finally answered, taking a sip of his slushy. “What do you mean?” you asked, carefully leaning against the drink counter so as to not get anything sticky on your dress. Michael looked into your eyes for a moment, then scanned the interior of the 7/11 you were occupying.

I've been through ten high schools

They start to get blurry

No point planting roots

'Cause you're gone in a hurry

My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den

So it's only a matter of when

You watched as he explained his story to you. Rumours had been circulating that Michael was a troubled kid, which is why he just showed up so suddenly. Of course, rumors managed to circulate about anybody. You cringed remembering when you had first moved to town and everyone kept asking you if it was true that you had to move because you were caught sleeping with one of your old teachers. Something about Michael made you think he wasn’t actually such a bad guy.

I don't learn the names

Don't bother with faces

All I can trust is this concrete oasis

Seems every time I'm about to despair

There's a 7-Eleven right there

He was kind of right. Moving around so often must be a disorienting thing. One minute, you’re settled in thinking that you would be dandy and live there for while. Then the next, you’re leaving behind a life that you had already prepared yourself for. It must be hard to have to up and move your whole life. Michael’s obsession with 7/11’s must be a kind of rock in his life, something that’s so similar despite his life not having been so steady.

Each store is the same

From Las Vegas to Boston

Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in

I pray at my altar of slush

Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush

Slushies must be a staple for him was all you could thing. Kind of like a safety blanket. Whenever he was troubled, he would go get a slushie, and thinks would seem just right for a little bit. It may be a frozen drink, but it was just as comforting as a stuffed animal or a hoodie that just felt good. Michael sucked some more of the slush through the straw, his lips tinted blue from the staining of the syrup.

Freeze your brain

Suck on that straw

Get lost in the pain

Happiness comes

When everything numbs

Who needs cocaine?

Freeze your brain

He offered the cup out to you, the straw pointing in your direction. “Care for a hit?” he joked, shaking the cup slightly. You smirked at him, rolling your eyes. “Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?” you inquired, watching as his eyes softened, but the smile never left his face. “Not anymore.” he stated, setting his cup down.

When mom was alive

We lived halfway normal

But now it's just me and my dad

We're less formal

I learned to cook pasta

I learned to pay rent

Learned the world doesn't owe you a cent

You wanted to implode at your previous comment. How were you to know his mother had passed? You barely knew anything about Michael as it is, it was simply a mistake on your part. Feeling bad, you just continued listening to him, not knowing what to say. He didn’t seem to get along very well with his father. It was unfair he had to grow up so soon. He never got to experience a normal life, instead having to take care of himself. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he suddenly grabbed your hands, turning your full attention to him.

You're planning your future, (F/N) (L/N)

You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer

But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls

So you'd better start building some walls

Scoffing at his assumption that your life wouldn’t be smooth sailing, you wanted to just get your shit and get back to Bebe. Being annoyed was definitely better than having someone assume your future would go to shit. You worked extremely hard to get a full ride scholarship, so Michael can take that fact and shove it where the sun didn’t shine.

But he was right. Having a safety net was a given, especially since you wanted to go miles and miles away just to go to Harvard. Maybe you’d pick up going to a 7/11 like he does. It’s a cheap form of therapy, and the peace he seemed to get made him happier, gave him a twinkle in his eye you didn’t see before.

Freeze your brain

Swim in the ice

Get lost in the pain

Shut your eyes tight

'Til you vanish from sight

Let nothing remain

A part of you understood his negative outlook on life. Sometimes it throws punches left and right, and no matter how hard you try to defend yourself, you end up getting knocked flat on your ass. To him, you imagined the slush as a drug. Something that takes away the pain and suffering just for a moment. Something that makes you feel human again. A brain freeze is better than the headache that life gives you.

Freeze your brain

Shatter your skull

Fight pain with more pain

Forget who you are

Unburden your load

Forget in six weeks

You'll be back on the road

When the voice in your head

Says you're better off dead

Don't open a vein

Just freeze your brain

Freeze your brain

Go on and freeze your brain

Michael lifted his cup and he offered it to you once again, his eyebrow raised as he waited on your response.

Try it

You broke from your thoughts and smirked up at Michael, shaking your head. “I can’t. You seem like you need it more than me. Maybe next time.” you remarked, looking away from the hand that offered the blue slushy goodness. The taller man smiled and shrugged. “Next time? You already want to see me again?” he quipped, taking delight in the blush that crossed your face. You turned on your heel, finally trying to make your way to the cashier. “I said maybe. Although, you aren’t bad to look at.” you responded, walking away from the male. Placing your items on the counter, you pulled out your debit card, remembering Bebe’s tip about the cashier. You leaned your elbows on the counter, pushing your breasts a little closer together and effectively saving a few bucks when the cashier opted to not ring up Bebe’s corn nuts.

Paying for what you needed to, you stepped to the door, raising your hand to push it open. Looking back, you caught Michael’s eye once more, sending a wink in his direction as you left the building and headed back to Bebe’s car. “It took you fucking long enough!” the blonde griped, snatching her snack out of your hand. “Sorry, I was fixing my tits so I could get your nuts for free.” you replied, putting your seatbelt on. “It works, everytime.” Bebe replied, shoving a handful of the snack into her mouth. You stayed silent, your eyes still locked on Michael through the windshield of the car. As Bebe zoomed off, you couldn’t help but wonder when the next time you were going to run into him was.

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