Due to my weird childhood and my weird brain, I have this very unhelpful compulsion to conceal Everything I do from Everyone. I Cannot be observed performing any action, no matter how mundane. My nervous system is convinced I'm gonna, like, Get In Trouble for eating food at dinnertime or sleeping in my bed at bedtime.
I've taken to asking myself, "Okay does this task actually require subterfuge or am I stealing a balloon on Free Balloon Day"
I love how CriMi was not subtle at all with it's themes- so when I say "Spencer was groomed onto the FBI and that ruined his life" I am not doomposting about an policial drama, the character says so SO MANY times it's funny.
They get dressed into their new uniforms in silence. She doesn’t know why Betty was being so frosty with her but she wouldn’t wait for her to bring it up. Veronica closes her new locker and turns to face her. “I don’t get it, Betty. Why have you been avoiding me?”
“Because, Veronica!” Betty throws her hands out, glancing around as she hisses, “You kissed me.”
Veronica’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “What?”
Betty crosses her arms, the slowly emptying space only helping to exacerbate her judgemental look.
Veronica scoffs, she had never been good at being looked down upon. “It didn’t mean anything, Betty. You can relax. I haven’t turned you gay.”
“What?” Betty spluttered. “That’s not– I’m not homophobic! I was going to ask if you were homophobic, kissing me like it was something to gawk at and not a perfectly normal thing for people to do.”
“That’s not what I was doing! I– you know, was trying to show we were serious about being cheerleaders, that we could bring the heat…” Veronica’s face grew pained, “Which, now I’m saying it, doesn’t sound as good as I thought.”
Betty’s frown slowly lifted until she was giggling into her hand. Veronica joined her a second later. It was all vaguely ridiculous now she had spoken it aloud.
Eventually the giggling slowed and Betty looked up, a grin still on her face. “I was so ready to rip you a new one. I haven’t had the chance to do an anti-homophobic speech to a girl before. I was kind of excited.”
Veronica snorted, something she never did in public. Her face heated up at the undignified noise and she covered her face as Betty tried to stifle her laugh.
She lifted her face out of her hands after a moment, quite happy to pretend it didn’t happen. “I’m genuinely sorry I made you worry. If it helps, I, uh,” Veronica trailed off, for the first time that day feeling her bravado fail her. The room was empty now, everyone already heading to training. Cheryl might be annoyed they were late, but when was Cheryl not annoyed?
“What?” Betty asked, the happy look on her face fading now they were heading into more serious waters.
“Okay, you can’t tell anyone, but I’m not exactly straight.” At Betty’s surprise she sighed. “Yeah. Look, I told my parents about a girl and they, well, didn’t exactly react well so I broke it off and kept to the straight side of bisexual since. They are convinced it was just a phase. They can’t know any different.”
Betty blinked and then put her hand on her arm, her gaze comforting. “I’m sorry, Veronica.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
Betty shook her head and guided her into a hug. Veronica felt her shoulders relax and she let out a relieved sigh as she all but melted into the hug. She didn’t realise how much she wanted Betty to like her, or how much she wanted to be a person Betty could like.
“Guess my subconscious saw a pretty girl and the opportunity for no consequences and ran with it, huh,” Veronica laughed into Betty’s shoulder, trying to lighten the mood.
Betty straightened in shock, pulling back from the hug, but not entirely letting her go. Shit.
“Wait, Betty, I didn’t mean… I swear I’m not a creep or anything. I wasn’t–”
Veronica was so rarely flustered that this came out of nowhere. What was even more shocking, however, were Betty’s hands raising to cup her face. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
remember when betty ritually sacrifced archie so she could get pregnant and then the next episode a ghost stole her fetus and she only ever seemed mildly irritated about it. do you remember how we used to run.
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