more than friends ✩ beronica

chapter three: sexuality

betty

"mm, i think that one." veronica pointed at the light pink nail polish i held in my left hand, over the red nail polish in my right. i sat cross legged on my bed while veronica leaned forward, kicking her legs in the air and her head laying in her hands. i stared at the colour for a minute before nodding.

it's been about two months since my feelings for archie had slowly become just a dream, and it's been almost one year since jason blossom's death. the memory was still a bit fresh in everyone's minds, and i had yet to bring up polly to veronica but i wasn't going to anytime soon.

but, besides that, i've gotten a lot much closer to veronica. we've become like best friends. and okay, sometimes i have thought if i maybe liked her more than a friend... and i still think i might. but for now i'm happy with our friendship. growing up most of my friends had been boys, it was nice to have a female friend.

"okay. you try the dark red." i hand the bottle over to her and move across from her so we could do each others nails. i twist the nail polish bottle and we start painting our nails, the faint sound of pop music in the background.

"so, met any new.. people lately?" me and veronica had never talked about our sexuality or gender openly to each other. we both just assumed we didn't want to talk about it,

ronnie shrugged in response, finishing on my thumb and moving on to my next hand. "no. i'm not interested in anybody new right now." i could tell she liked somebody. veronica always seemed brighter and peppier when she talked with me than usual and laugh even when my dumb puns weren't funny. maybe it was archie. it could be jughead.

"yeah, same. i don't like archie anymore or anything but there hasn't been too many people i'm interested in." i explained. maybe a hint of feelings for archie were there but i just had to let go. veronica had finished my nails and i finished painting hers. we let our hands hang outside the window to air dry since my fan broke. that was thanks to veronica while she danced and kicked it right over, but it was a good memory.

we stood in a comfortable silence for a bit before veronica spoke up. "i have something to tell you, betty. it's something i've been meaning to tell you for so long and i know you're not the kind of person to just stop being my friend after this. anyway, i'm bisexual." she breathed out a sigh of relief.

i didn't really have anything to say. this doesn't change how i view her, she's my best friend and i don't think anything would change it. "okay. that's cool. to be honest, i've been kind of questioning my sexuality too." i laughed awkwardly, coming back inside my warm room after my nails had dried.

veronica and i sat back down on the bed. i turned to face her, "and if i'm being completely honest," my eyes wandered around the room, "i've been questioning my feelings about y'know... you."and once i said that i regretted it instantly.

"i mean, like, i know we're just friends i was just thinking about things and stuff. sorry, this was a mistake." i huffed, pushing myself up from the bed and flattening my floral-printed blouse down. veronica followed shortly after, closing the gap between us into something much closer.

"i feel the same way, betty." veronica smiled up at me. she was the first to lean in. our lips almost touched until -

"betty! why is cheryl blossom at the door?" my mom angrily spoke. she clearly didn't notice our dark red cheeks and how we were literally inches apart. the romantic mood disappeared, and the real question was, why was cheryl at my house?