They were night and day. This much she was aware of. Veronica had been raised holding her surroundings at an arm’s length. Money could buy everything, and experiences could be purchased too. Places like the Twilight hadn’t been on offer, though her mother certainly knew how to appreciate them. She’d grown up like any other girl in Riverdale. Ronnie felt herself envying that, these days.
As he reminded her of his profound curiosity, there was an odd sort of tugging in her stomach. After all, she knew. She knew exactly who, how, when and why. Veronica had information Jughead would’ve maimed for. And it was awfully tempting to spill. To be upfront, and honest, like she prided herself on being…
She couldn’t bring herself to do it, though. Because not only would it breed contempt between them, and by extension her other new friends. But the raven haired girl also knew that Hiram Lodge wasn’t one for sentimentality. He would never understand that memories, that an experience could be worth more than a real estate opportunity.
“Who knows what’ll go up…but I personally volunteer to vandalize it first thing, if you need a buddy.”
Naturally, Betty or Archie would be choices before her. But, she still had to offer.
He let a short chuckle escape as a smile spread across his features at Veronica’s statement. Jughead appreciated the notion, truly.
“There would be something very poetic about you vandalizing a shopping mall.” He said in good humor, but honestly to see the girl, who looked as if she walked out of a vogue magazine on a normal day, destroying and desecrating the very places those items were bought would make for an interesting vision. The idea lessened the pain of the whole situation. It wasn’t a lot, but Jughead was grateful for anything that made him feel like his carefree self before everything seemed to have gone to hell. He’d cling to anything if it meant he could pretend that his world was fraying away at every seam.
“In a way I’m kind of hoping for a mall, now.” His smile was still playing on his lips, “I already have the spray paint. We’ll be like PETA, but you know, without the good intentions and gallant messages.”
Jughead leaned forward on the table before continuing, “Obviously Betty has to be involved since she’s some kind of Goddess of breaking and entering, but know now that I call dibs on the Forever 21.”
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