it all started with a tumblr post.
or
when a raven haired princess and a serpent prince start exchanging emails without knowing who they are talking to.
inspired by simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda, though it's not the same storyline.
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Listen to Mess Is Mine by Vance Joy while reading this.
V E R O N I C A ' S P O V
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I could hear him swallow.
I didn't know why I decided to come over as I stared at the empty liquor bottles on the ground.
"Where's your dad?" I asked avoiding any eye contact. The trailer had been silent ever since I was there except for discreet salutations and an offer for a drink.
"He's been sleeping over at the Cooper's for awhile, trying to start things right with Alice." He said coldly as I rubbed my hands on my knees.
"Oh, okay." I replied, but I doubt he heard me considering how I couldn't seem to find my voice.
I hadn't spoken a word to him ever since I read his email. I didn't want to. We exchanged looks occasionally, each times I noticed how the bags under her eyes would grow.
We both sat on futon with a straight posture, hands on our laps and knees, legs slightly oriented towards each other. He tried to look fine, he would sift every minute to fix his shirt or hair.
"I shouldn't have come here, it was mistake. Sorry for..." I sighed as I got up and walked through a pile of clothes toward the door, but he caught up on me.
"Wait." He said in a breath as he put his hand on the door. He had this lack of everything in his eyes. He never had the brightest, but when I looked closely, I saw this— this light, only in the corner of his eyes. Gloom was the only thing left.
"Why?" I asked as I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at him.
"You're all consuming Veronica Lodge. I can't be without you, I can't eat, I can't sleep. I am not... I am a mess. I need you." He said taking my hands into his and caressing then with his thumb. I could feel tears clouding my eyes already. He looked down, as if he was ashamed.
"You're all consuming! Why do you think I showed up here at 4 in the morning? I can't sleep either Jughead." I said as I pulled my hands out of his grip and looked back at the door.
"Then why are you doing this to us?" He almost whispered. I rolled my eyes and tried to reach the doorknob, but he blocked it. "Tell me. I deserve to know."
"I can't let you break my heart, Jones. Not again."
He kissed me. I told him and his lips were on mine because words were too much. I couldn't tell if it was going to last forever, but I felt infinite at this instant. I felt like there was a whole world coming for us, another running past us, and another building around us, and it was everything.
VERONICA AND JUGHEAD STAYED QUEEN AND KING OF SOUTHSIDE UNTIL THEY LEFT RIVERDALE.
VERONICA STUDIED AT BROWN AND JUGHEAD AT NYU, THEY LIVED A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP FOR 4 YEARS.
THEY THEN MOVED TO NEW-YORK TOGETHER.
VERONICA'S PARENTS NEVER MADE IT UP TO HER.
VERONICA BECAME BEAUTY EDITOR FOR W MAGAZINE AS JUGHEAD BECAME A SHORT-STORY WRITER FOR THE NEW-YORKER.
AS HER JOB TOOK MOST OF HER TIME, JUGHEAD AND VERONICA TOOK A BREAK, TO LATER END THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
ONE YEAR LATER, THEY CAME BACK TOGETHER AND FOUND A BALANCE THAT WAS SUITABLE FOR BOTH OF THEM.
THEY HAD TWINS TOGETHER ONE YEAR AFTER THEIR REUNIONS.
VERONICA DIED IN A CAR ACCIDENT AT AGE 29 LEAVING HER TWO DAUGHTERS AND HER BOYFRIEND BEHIND.
JUGHEAD GOT MARRIED WITH ANOTHER WOMAN 7 YEARS LATER.
