When I say I love you, its not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I'm in love with what you are, what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of y...
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Veronica stared at her phone stoically as Jughead set up some elaborate projection screen in his small dark room.
5 missed calls from Hermione
7 missed calls from Hiram
3 missed calls from Betty
1 missed call from Archie
35 unread messages
Her heart thuds hard in her chest and everything feels, too much, she decides. She is not ready to deal with any of it. Luckily Jughead had sensed that and suggested that she stay the weekend at his trailer, where they had watched movies, eaten junk food, talked, cuddled and they were even making out more times then one. Of course her and Jughead had gotten along during the weekend and she couldn't help but smile at the knowledge.
His stash of Junk food was rather impressive, it's an assortment of microwaveable burgers, chips and sweets.
It was odd how comfortable they seemed to be with each other in this bubble of theirs. They were both still undressed and Veronica kept catching Jughead's eyes sneak glances at her body. She wore one of his shirts during his stay which smelt a lot like him and she enjoyed it since it made her feel safe.
She was also enjoying the view. He was all lean muscle, compact and firm. His lack of a beanie still contrasted hard with the image of him she was used to. The tattoo on his arm caught her attention surprised to find Jughead even had one. She couldn't help but run her fingers against it every time she could. She also assume it was Jughead's way of colourfully expressing his allegiance to his tribe or it was just a Serpent thing.
It was obvious from lack of muscle mass that he spent not time in the gym while also obvious that he did some type of physical labour in the way his muscles danced under his skin in a practised motion.
The mood between them had shifted to something neither of them could understand. There was an oddly intense desire between Veronica and Jughead.
"So what are we watching?" She asks.
"The old dark house." He answers, jumping back on the bed besides her. "I'm working on a piece detailing the the unfortunate tragic evolution of horror as a genre."
"Seriously? That creepy old movie right now?" She narrows her eyes at him.
"It's still a classic." he shrugs.
"It is." She relents, grabbing a cartoon of Ice cream Jughead had brought to the room.
"So are we still ignoring the world for the time being?" He asks eyes on the screen but she's aware he knows she's been glancing on her phone. He's way too observant. He must have caught her checking him out as well.
"Yes." She says putting her phone down on the bed before taking a spoonful of chocolate mint.
