I'm still alive
And I'm always thinking about them.
This time, I'm thinking about that ending...The quartet...Wasn't really a quartet- but that aside. They still wanted to be together AFTER their memories were back. That means, it didn't matter about Ar, or Be, or TTA- They wanted to see where the two of them would go. That my fellow Jeronica supporters...Is Endgame.
I've been dead for months, basically since the finale but Jeronica lives rent free in my head. Just...life gets in the way and I can't really do much with the plot bunnies that say "Hey, write this" or "Hey, there's this video edit that would work great for them" or "How about we manip this." So, they sit in a corner and multiply until eventually one of them wins.
Much needed Rewrite
"Veronica, do you still want to keep going?" Jughead's voice called her back to the present, her mind still flipping through the scenes on what she now had the knowledge was an old television set complete with rabbit ears and grainy color picture. It was the audio that kept replaying in her head though. "'Roni?" "Don't..." She struggled with how to word it, the memories she'd seen- and the betrayal she hadn't even realized...She felt sick. She took a breath. "...Call me that." She finished as she looked at her current boyfriend. In his eyes, she could see what she had only wondered about before, that guile that she didn't understand looking back at her, she now did. She reached out to him, wanting to let him know that it wasn't him, it was... She closed her eyes and shook her head.
"No, no, you can call me whatever you want, Jughead. I'm just a little frazzled right now." She told him. Yes, that was it. It wasn't even a life she had remembered until now but still...Of all the people she had punched...She felt she'd given Archie a pass for far too long. Inwardly, she stifled the growing anger at the ginger, her first love- the one that she until just after this season of "Riverdale" would have happily called her best guy friend.
Not anymore. She felt the bile in her mouth remembering only 2 weeks ago she was happy to have kissed him. Now she found herself in desperate need of a mouth cleansing.
Again, her attention returned to her boyfriend...Yeah...Jughead was her boyfriend...Really? She blinked and he looked back at her uncertainly. "Did you want to continue or?..." He paused, probably uncomfortable at her silence. He had her sitting in an arm chair, while he leaned up against it while they sat in his town car. Tabitha had excused herself and Veronica now understood why.
"Doesn't bother you?" She asked the dark-haired man before her. A man, in mind but a teenager in body. He sat down on the arm of her chair, "My memories?" She nodded, he chuckled, "Which part should I start with?" He asked her. She gave him a look. "I know." He said and she knew he knew. He sighed. "Yeah, at first I was a little angry," she raised her eyebrow at him. "Okay, a lot angry...and hurt and..." He shook his head. "Confused." She thought that had to do with Tabitha.
Another memory, "Some universes you and Archie are Endgame and others you're not." Veronica looked up at Jughead, remembering how careful and guarded, almost guilty Tabitha seemed as she said that...But she had been too stupidly blinded by her undying obsession with Archie. "Yeah, me too." She answered. Her and Reggie, that was who she thought Tabitha was hinting at, but now? She wasn't so sure. And it's out. Finally There's my random prose.