V = Veronica, B = Betty
V: So you're going with Jughead?
B: Yes.
V: I'm so happy!
B: Why do you care who I go with?
V: Because I ship you guys.
B: No, don't.
V: Why not? You obviously like him.
B: I don't think you tease people you like.
V: I don't know what planet you live on, but yes you do.
B: Change the subject.
V: Are you a swiftie?
B: What's that?
V: *dramatically gasps* You don't know Taylor Swift?!
B: Never heard of her.
V: How dare you!
B: Who is she?
V: She's literally the best singer songwriter to exist.
B: I only listen to metal with the occasional rock.
V: You mean the screaming music?
B: It's not all screaming.
V: Yeah, sure.
V: Alright, I'm going to play one of her albums.
B: I don't do girly pop.
V: It's way better than girly pop.
V: I think it's quite obvious you're a reputation girly.
B: Don't call me girly.
V: Too late.
V: Alright, and play.
V: So... What'd you think?
B: It was decent...
V: Be honest.
B: Okay, fine I loved it.
V: Yes!!! Now you'll have to listen to all ten albums.
B: Okay...
V: Favorite song off of reputation?
B: Um... Dress maybe, I don't know I liked them all.
V: Ooh, spicy.
B: Did you expect anything less?
V: *they both laugh*
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The Hidden Southsider
FanfictionThe first parts are on my Instagram @bettssunset! I lost motivation to continue with screen-caps or posting them so I moved here to finish it up (despite having tons of parts left). It's also in an odd format because I'm not rewriting to make it fit...