more than friends ✩ beronica

chapter eight: i want to be with you

betty

the weird thing is i would've never said anything as flamboyant as i told veronica two weeks ago before she had come. she brought of the best and sometimes the worst out of me, and i liked it.

i paced around my room. veronica hadn't bothered calling me or giving me a look in the hallways after that and i was beginning to get nervous. did i spill out how i felt for nothing? did she not feel the same? my mom was at some sort of a community gathering so i had time to think about the situation by myself without her yelling in my ear to stop pacing.

buzzzzzzz buzzzzzzz buzzzzzzz

my phone rang out and i scrambled to pick it up. the caller id was veronica, i almost dropped my phone.

i picked it up, "yes? hello?" i cleared my throat.
"betty i'm at your door, let me in." was all she said. i stuttered to say something but i looked out my window, seeing veronica with one hand waving and one hand holding her phone. i ran downstairs and tightened my ponytail, checking my breath before swinging the door open. there she stood with her famous black coat.

"hello." veronica walked inside my house without an invitation (not that she needed one) and sat down on the couch. i sat down next to her, leaving a big gap between us.
"so, why'd you come?" i skipped the introductions to get straight to the point.
"okay -" veronica laughed, surprised by my forwardness, "i told archie i didn't like him that way. he was upset, but understood." she explained. my heart fluttered at what those words could mean.

"and i like you too, betty. i want the same things as you said a few weeks ago. i want to be with you." veronica put her hand over mine and i had to take a moment to breathe.
veronica chose me.

i leaned in and kissed her. we moved closer slightly as our lips moved together. i was happy in the moment, and happy i shared this moment with veronica.