Musicals
“Heathers is my favourite musical. I relate to J.D.” Bill was laying on the ground next to Dipper, looking at the clouds.
“Wow, okay um please don’t blow up this school I like it. Also I don’t think we have a boiler room under the gym. Sorry.” Dipper glanced at Bill, smiling.
“You know, I’m a Capricorn and today on Tumblr I saw something that said my song for Heathers was ‘I Am Damaged’.” He stared into the sky, unblinking. “When I was seventeen I would sing that song over and over and over again to myself in the mirror.”
Dipper watched him out of the corner of his eye, moving their hand slightly so that his pinky was wrapped around Bill’s.
They both knew words weren’t needed.
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“But I know, I know life can be beautiful.”
When Dipper opened the door to their apartment, there was singing flowing from the bathroom. Bill must be home, they supposed. After a couple weeks ago when they had started dating, he’d become infatuated with the songs from Heathers. Dipper had watched it with him once, having found a bootleg on YouTube. They liked Heather. Which one? The main one. In secret they practiced the choreography for Candy Store and suggested to Mabel that the theater should put it on. Of course she had suggested that Dipper audition for main Heather. “You have the figure for her! Also your belt is just as impressive.” Dipper had blushed at that. While they hadn’t ended up pursuing it, they’d been in many theater productions; even had lead roles in a few. If they auditioned for the musical, would they respect their pronouns and gender?
“Oh, hey, I didn’t hear you come in. How are you?” Bill side-smirked, throwing his arms around Dipper. “What are you thinking about in that big brain of yours?” He kissed Dipper’s temple, pulling away.
“It’s just, Mabel told me I should audition for Heather in Heathers.” Dipper looked down. “What if I’m not good enough? Hundreds of girls on this campus would kill for that role, and I’m not really a girl.”
Bill ruffled their hair. “You should go for it, you don’t know until you try it, right? You’d be the best Heather. The Red one, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Sing me something. As a professional musical bum I will decide, no holding back.” Bill nodded reassuringly, motioning Dipper to move to the middle of the lounge.
“Are we gonna have a problem, you’ve got a bone to pick?” They started off timid, getting comfortable slipping into character. “You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?” Once they were fully Heather, they found the words to come easier to them. “I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch, but I’m feeling nice. Here’s some advice. . . Listen up, biotch!”
Their eyes brightened as they started to sing, emitting a beautiful bright tune that also had a sultry under-tone. “I like! Lookin’ hot, buying stuff they cannot. I like! Drinkin’ hard, maxin’ Dad’s credit card.” In a spur of the moment, they decided to skip to the chorus. Belting out, they proudly sang the lyrics which were so Heather they couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.
A shocked look crossed Bill’s face, causing anxiety to flare and churn in Dipper’s stomach. “What did you think?”
Bill ran into Dipper, knocking into him slightly. “You were fantastic, babe! You’d be the best Heather!”