across the gap of a thousand years. chapter two. (betty cooper/veronica lodge)
betty balked, skin paling, palms sweating. she opened her mouth to reply, to scoff, to anything, but nothing came out. instead, she stood there, open-shirt flapping over her bikini in the breeze. and all she could think to do to escape the girl’s gaze and her own panic was to turn the hose onto veronica. so she did.
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