bugheadsextape reblogged
six sentence sunday
another lil snippet from my holiday gift fic:
Veronica gasps, one hand flying to her chest. “Archiekins?”
Betty nods. “We’re getting coffee this weekend.”
She’d been surprised to see her old next-door-neighbor pop up in her match list — as far as she knew, Archie still lived in their hometown, which was nearly an hour-long train ride from the city. Only upon checking her account settings did she discover that her mother had preset her location preferences to encompass a 50-mile radius around her own decidedly urban zip code.
Jughead coughs, choking a little on his beer. “Who?”
“Only the dreamiest redheaded boy in all of Riverdale,” Veronica gushes. “Betty grew up next door to him. He’s her childhood sweetheart.”
“He asked me to marry him when we were six,” Betty explains. “I told him to ask me again when we were eighteen. That was pretty much the extent of it.”
Jughead seems unimpressed. “Well, he’s a little late.”
