"I think it time to call it, V. I'm going to be a lonely spinster for the rest of my life."

Veronica turns to look at me abruptly and fixes me with her disapproving stare. "Betty, c'mon. You can't be serious?"

I take a deep breathe before saying "I mean why wouldn't I give up. All of my friends are coupling up- your and Archie, Kev and Fangs. Hell, even Cheryl Blossom turned into a sappy romantic when she met Toni. I am so happy for you all, I really am because you all deserve such happiness. But, honestly, I am sixteen years old and I haven't so much as been asked out on a date." She walked over to my bed from her place in front of the mirror to take my hand in hers in an attempt at comfort. "I know you're in love," I continued, "and all of the world is butterflies and rainbows but I think that it might not be in the cards for me."

Her response is as jolting as it is demanding.

"Get up."

She takes my hand and drags me to the floor length mirror before taking my blonde locks from my signature ponytail and moving her hands to my shoulders.

"This person looking back at you is my best friend. Her name is Betty Cooper and she is the smartest, funniest, kindest, wittiest, and most drop-dead gorgeous person ever to come from this dreck town. And that is not all. You are talented as all hell, B. You single-handedly revived the school newspaper and now run it as a sophomore. You are first in our class, arranged the homecoming dance, caught a murderer, joined the River Vixens, and tutored half of the football team. Betty, I could go on forever, but I'm not the one who needs convincing here. The fact that you are single is because the boys around here are too scared, stupid, or a mixture of both. You'll see." She brushes my hair back from my face and finishes her monologue with, "Think about that for a while. I'll see you tomorrow."

I stand there for close to an hour, trying to see at least a glimmer of what she sees, but I give up when I see the tiny crescents on my palms and the tears slipping out of my eyes.

The next morning, I walk into the school building with a fresh face and a plastered smile only to see my two dark-haired counterparts talking in hushed tones in the lounge. Jughead seems to have more tension in his shoulders than usual and Veronica chastising him like a mother would her child.

"Now what do you think that could be about?" Kevin asks, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

"Geez, Kev, give a girl some warning. And them? Don't really know. It could be something for Archie. I think he and V are fast-approaching their two-month mark," I respond.

"Nah," he dismisses "she knows that boy better than he knows himself. She could get him a paper clip and he would treasure it forever."

Though his estimation of my sometimes dim-witted companion's intelligence is borderline offensive, he makes a valid point. The two of them together is quite odd and there is not obvious explanation. I make note of the exchange and swear to ask Jug about it later.

"Well, as much as I would love to catch up on the drama within our own friend group, I have to head to my locker before I go to Chem. Beakerman asked me to show up a few minutes early to check in on how the tutoring with Reggie is going so I better dash. See you at lunch?"

"Tootles, my blonde beauty!" he calls as he rushes toward a waving Midge. Shaking my head, I retreat down the hallway to my locker.

When I get there, I go through the motions to unlock it only to see an envelope flutter to the ground. I look at the people milling around the halls but there isn't normally too many people here this early. I think I catch a glimpse of a grey beanie disappearing around the corner, but it is gone too soon for me to be sure.

I tuck the white slip into my bag and head off to the lab before I can dwell on it too much.

I immerse myself in my classes and almost forget about the paper until I see it as I rifle through my bag for my notes. I pull it out with every intention of ignoring it, but I spend far longer thinking about that then getting any work done.

So I give in and pick it up.

The front reads "To my Beloved" in an elegant calligraphy. I tear into the envelope and begin to read.

To my Juliet,

You enchant me.

I have never been one to romanticize but then again, there is no one quite like you. You glide down the hall with an elegance and grace that any queen would envy. Your beauty exceeds even the most coveted of paintings and you outshine even the most precious of jewels. Your eyes sparkle and glint even more brilliantly than the stars in the sky.

I have known you for years and after all this time, you still manage to enchant me.

I am not often at a loss for words but you bring me to the brink of speechless simply with your presence.

You amaze me.

Your allure is overwhelming, but it is nothing when compared to your talent and wit. Your passion can move mountains and your eloquence is breathtaking. Your intelligence is inspiring and gives me hope for the future of our world (because how could our world be bad with you in it?).

I have known you for years and after all this time, you still manage to amaze me.

I am honored to even share the same air with you.

I am in love with you, Betty Cooper, and just had to let you know. I have hid in the shadows of your heart for too long, keeping this longing dormant.

I will, though, keep myself anonymous because I know that we shouldn't be together. I know that you and I are operating in two different galaxies and I do not wish to ruin your cafefully-planned order with my dull chaos.

So instead, I will share my thoughts with you through these letters.

Always and forever yours,

Your Romeo

Author's Note:

So this is my first venture into writing in the Riverdale fandom and I am so excited about it! I have already posted this on AO3 (same username over there) and will likely post it on my Tumblr as well. Hope you all like it!