" I can't keep kissing stranger's and pretending they are you "
this was fun!! Thanks, nonnie 💞
Betty is only, slightly drunk when she barells through Veronica’s bedroom door. There are splotches of red and vibrant pinks grazing her face, all topped off with tears large enough to rival those from an animated feature. She’s obviously been crying and Veronica frowns at the sight.
Not only has she been roused from her sleep, but her best friend and roommate scared her awake. The sleep is evident in her face, but Veronica manages to push up on tired arms to switch on her lamp and pull open the silky lavender sheets, patting the opened space for the Betty. The blonde sniffles loudly before stomping over to Veronica Lodge.
“I’m sorry, V.” whimpers Betty, crashing down onto the bed and into her friends awaiting arms. The tears proceed as if they’d never stopped, soaking Veronica’s shoulder. The warm whispers and nurturing back rubs seem to calm the sobbing girl after what feels like hours. Betty hiccups, blubbering something along the lines of ‘I c-c-can’t do this any-more!’
Veronica knows what’s wrong and she isn’t sure she can offer any more advice than what she’d been attempting to for six months straight.
Jughead and Betty had broken up in the summer and with the New Year rolling along, Betty finally snapped. The breakup had been a turbulent one, one which clearly shook up the entire core of four best friends. Jughead and Betty weren’t talking and Jughead refused to be anywhere near the blonde. Betty on the other hand, seemed to have banned all talk of the taboo ex. Archie— the common friend— was mad at the pair of exes for making him feel like he had to choose a side. Veronica on the other hand…was still very much neutral. And if anything, she was nearing her own breaking point. Living with Betty is generally great, but the holiday season made the living experience questionable.
“Betty…I told you, talking things out can be perfect for you both.” She murmurs into her friends ear, rubbing her back. “It might be the kind of medication that you both need.” And she does mean it. Every single word is pure with honesty, it has been something she’s been attempting to feed both of her friends for the past half year. Of course, advice only works when one chooses to actually take it, and it’s been frustratingly unsuccessful as of yet. Veronica feels bad though, there’s only so much she can do without crossing the line and being a bitch about a relationship that isn’t about her.
They don’t need more drama added to the mix.
Beneath her, Betty shakes her head, seemingly choking back a cry.
“He doesn’t want anything to do with me!” And as if on cue, Betty’s own words smash right through the last of the facade she’d put up. Jughead Jones was no longer her boyfriend and it hurt like hell. Tears well up once more and quickly past the flood gates and down her cheeks. It had been months since the couple called it quits, but the wound was still raw for Betty.
Veronica sighs, pulling from Betty. She sniffles and continues to cry into her palms. The sight is pitiful, but the raven haired girl can’t take anymore. The angst is too much for even someone as dramatic as herself, besides, drunk Betty isn’t fun when she’s upset. So, in a final act of backwards heroism, Betty finds herself blinking down at a black phone. When the screen lights up as it attempts to make a call, she almost smacks the phone away from her friend.
“Yes, yes you can and you will. I can’t take this anymore Betty. You need to tell him what’s in here.” A scarlet nail pokes at Betty’s chest. “It’s now or never, B.” Veronica’s tone softens.
There’s a pause and the phone continues to ring. Either Jughead is partying up the night or is being a dick about answering the phone. Then again, Veronica rarely calls Jughead. Betty is speechless, her lips quiver and her green eyes are fill with terror but she does eventually take the phone from her friends hands.
The holidays have been miserable and lonely. The sight of couples and Betty’s unsuccessful one constantly jab at her heart. No matter how much she tries to move on, she cant move past Jughead Jones. He owns her heart. No amount of dates or flash dating could make her feel any more worse about the fact that she isn’t with her soulmate and the constant reminder kills her.
Both women blink down at the screen, watching as the seconds tick by on the display. There’s a pause before Jughead’s deep voice filters through again.
“Hello??” He sighs. Betty gulps and Veronica pushes the phone closer to her friend. Jughead’s been woken up and Betty can already tell just from the sleepiness in his voice and the fact that it’s 1:06 in the morning.
“It’s now or never, Betty.” encourages Veronica one last time. Betty nods and sucks in a breath, an all too familiar Cooper determination fills her water green eyes. They shine with emotion and Veronica nods, smiling.
“Jughead” calls out the raven haired woman. “Jughead, don’t you dare hang up the phone or I will have your neck!”
Betty smiles softly, nodding before getting up and placing the phone to her ear and walking out the bedroom door.
Her heart is hammering in her chest and Betty looses her voice when Jughead mutters something under his breath at Veronica’s words. But she has to say something. She has to.
As confused as he already sounds over the phone, his voice is anything but shell shock.
Hearing her name roll off his lips makes her heart constrict and flutter, slamming painfully into her rib cage.
And just like that, the tears a bubble back up and they burn like hell.
The kiss she’d just shared with her recent date horrified her and Betty was in shock when registering the fact that Jughead wasn’t on the other side of the kiss.
“Jughead, I know you don’t want to speak to me but please…” her voice cracks, tears spilling over reddened cheeks. “I miss you s-so much.” Betty sniffles and cups her eyes, letting a sob out.
“The holidays have been h-horrible. And I can’t keep k-kissing strangers and pretend t-that they’re y-you.”
There’s another pause and only Betty’s tearful confession fills the large hallway of the shared apartment.
“I miss you so much, Jughead.”
