How Do You Forget?
okay so here’s my take on something that has most definitely been written before and will be written again.
it’s an au, obviously, where jd and veronica are in college and together and happy.
once again this is dedicated to the wonderful @jdronica bc i love her blog, she has given me so much inspiration and i need to stop right here or i’ll be going on all night.
thanks/blame to @gender-lessgoon for encouraging me. dammit woman this is all your fault.
i hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you did the last! i’m churning em out while i’ve got the motivation and ideas so… yeah, enjoy! (even though the beginning is rushed and it’s literally so short and once again unedited why do i keep doing this to you guys i am very sorry)
Veronica groaned as her alarm went off, rolling out of bed and padding to the bathroom as she wrapped her robe around herself, wiping her eyes and yawning as she started her day.
As she washed her hands, staring at her reflection, she noted a hickey on her collarbone and rolled her eyes. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but JD could be a little…enthusiastic.
She made her way back into the bedroom, feeling her heart melt a little as it did every time she saw JD asleep. He was just too damn cute, she thought.
“Hey, you, wake up!” she said loudly, and JD grumbled faintly and burrowed deeper into the mattress. Veronica rolled her eyes again and pulled the covers off him.
“JD, it’s time to get up,” she said mock-sternly, and he rolled over to squint at her with betrayal written all over his face.
“Why must you hurt me in this way?” he croaked, and Veronica’s heart jumped at the gravel in his voice.
“I’m gonna do my makeup and then make eggs and bacon,” she told him, tossing his robe on top of him.
As she turned away, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the bed as she squeaked in surprise. He nuzzled his face into her neck.
“Don’t get up yet,” he murmured. “Stay with me.”
“JD,” she sighed, pushing him away, “you know I’d love to, but we’ve got class at nine, and it’s seven thirty. We need to get ready.”
He grumbled again as she shoved herself up off the bed once more.
“Okay, but consider this-we could just not go,” he said, and Veronica sighed.
“JD, I’ve missed class five times in two weeks because of you,” she said, walking back to the bathroom to brush her hair and do a little makeup.
She heard him get up, and then he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“I thought I provided an enjoyable alternative to academia,” he mumbled, and she chuckled, leaning forward to brush mascara onto her lashes. JD held very still, knowing that distracting her now was a supremely bad idea.
“Yes,” she hummed, finishing and leaning back into his chest to survey the results, “but you know as well as I do that we both need a good grade.”
JD sighed and lightly kissed her neck before he released her and went to go get dressed.
Veronica only burned the eggs a little, which she counted as a success, though JD sighed at her.
“Hey, you want unburned eggs, you get up and make them yourself,” she told him archly, and he rolled his eyes and sat at the table.
Breakfast passed in relative peace and quiet until JD spoke up.
“I’m thinking a spring wedding,” JD mused, “or maybe fall. Don’t want it to be too cold though.”
Veronica blinked at him and laughed.
“Babe, we’re not even engaged yet,” she informed him, taking another bite of her eggs.
He froze, looking at her with wide eyes, fork full of eggs halfway to his mouth. She wrinkled her nose at him and swallowed her mouthful, taking a drink of her milk before she raised an eyebrow at him as he slowly lowered the fork.
“So that’s what I forgot to do last night,” JD said eventually, shock and horror coloring his tone, and Veronica couldn’t help herself.
“Oh my God,” she choked, trying valiantly not to laugh. JD’s gaze dropped to his plate, and Veronica couldn’t hold it in anymore.
She burst out into helpless giggles, which quickly turned into a full on belly laugh as JD pouted.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he whined, and she pressed a hand to her mouth as her shoulders shook.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, “but love, how do you forget to propose?”
JD’s cheeks flushed, and Veronica’s heart stuttered slightly as butterflies erupted in her stomach, even after years of being together.
He stood abruptly, leaving Veronica at the table alone. Her forehead creased as she stood to follow him, but before she could, he was entering the kitchen once more, this time holding a small black velvet box that Veronica instantly recognized for what it was. Her hands flew to her mouth as he dropped to one knee.
“Look, I know it’s not romantic, and we’re literally in the middle of breakfast, but…ugh,” JD groaned, cheeks still flushed as Veronica’s eyes began to well up with tears. “I love you, Veronica Sawyer, and…I want you in my life, for the rest of my life. I want you to be mine, officially, forever. So, will you marry me?”
“Oh, my God, you idiot,” Veronica breathed, and dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him with a force that knocked them both to the floor.
When they parted, Veronica laughed breathlessly.
“Sorry for knocking you over. Jason Dean, I’d be honored to be your wife.”
JD’s grin knocked the breath out of Veronica again just as she had begun to catch it, and she leaned down to kiss him once more, eggs forgotten and growing cold on the table.
They were late to class, and Veronica had to wear a scarf for almost a week, but they were engaged, and to her, it was worth it.
“So, spring or fall?”
“Definitely spring. The flowers will be blooming.”
“Yeah, but come on, they aren’t gonna be able to hold a candle to you.”
“JD, come here and let me kiss you.”
“Your wish is my command.”