Veronica's House Party
She was dreading it. It’d been about 3 weeks since she last saw him. They cried and held each other on the worn out sofa in his fathers trailer, clinging onto each other for hours praying that the other would say something that meant they didn’t have to split. She needed him and he needed her.
Week 1 was the worst. She lay in bed almost all day eating ice cream while Veronica sent her messages constantly asking her to come out because she needed “fresh air”. No, the only thing she needed was him. Jughead Jones. Her drug, her life, her world.
Week 2 was better. She went out and met up with her friends. They talked and laughed but there was still a part of her missing.
Week 3 was..eventful. It was Veronica’s birthday on the weekend so everything had to be planned and perfect for the “house party of the year”–at least that’s what she’d heard around school. But to her, Betty Cooper, it was the first time she’d see Jughead in weeks. Was he hurting like her? Did he feel the pain she felt inside? Did he miss her? Well..she was gonna find out in about 4 hours.
Veronica had told her to find the sexiest dress she could find to show him what he was missing. So that’s what she did..was it appropriate? No. Did she look hot? Yes. So in Veronica’s eyes and mind..that’s all that mattered.
Betty walked down the stairs slowly, her hand holding onto the rail so she didn’t fall in the 6 inch heels V had forced her to wear.
As she slid past a couple in the doorway of the kitchen eating each others faces off, she slipped and stumbled into some familiar arms. She knew that touch. She knew that smell, the cologne she bought him for his birthday a few months ago. That touch that made all of the things in her mind disappear and focus on him and only him.
She turned around slowly, looking up into his crystal blue eyes. She watched as his eyes took in her body, the dress, the shoes, the curves, the lips and the eyes. The same eyes that would make him weak and fall in love over and over again.
“Hey” he mumbled to the beauty standing in front of him his eyes not leaving her lips. The lips that he was once able to touch anytime he felt like it.
Oh my god. What was happening. She was losing control. Before she knew it she was pushing through the crowd, her hand linked in his leading him upstairs into the spare bedroom.
She locked the door and before she had chance to pounce he already had her pressed against the door their lips making that same spark they always did. He placed soft kisses on her neck but that wasn’t enough. Betty was always elegant and innocent but not tonight. She’d waited too long. She needed him and she needed him now.
She pushed him onto the bed and straddled his lap as she took off the leather jacket that hung over his shoulders. His hands ran all over her body and through her hair. This was it. This was what she was missing. She needed him back and dammit she was gonna make that happen whether her parents liked it or not.