I was having a lovely chat with "chaoticbombshells" (tumblr) earlier today about our fave leading ladies, and this drabble idea came from our analysis of the finale.
Prompt: Imagine if Cheryl just stayed at Veronica's house (while the others went to the jubilee) and was just sitting on the couch when she got home with Archie and she just awkwardly waved.
Imagine Veronica and Archie entering Veronica's apartment stumbling over each other as they fight for dominance, their lips clumsily smashing together. After the door is shut, Veronica pushes Archie up against the wall.
Before they can go any further, a loud clearing of the throat rings out from the living room.
The pair sucking face, detach quicker than they can process. Veronica almost falls in the process. They find the source of the noise to be a lonely looking Cheryl who was sitting on the couch, legs curled up to her chest. The redhead awkwardly waves, and Veronica instantly feels like the biggest asshole for even leaving the girl in the first place. She practically pushes Archie out of the apartment door without so much as a goodbye. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
"Please don't let me ruin the fun, I'm always down to watch." Cheryl lets out dryly.
Veronica knows she's kidding, but sometimes Cheryl's sarcasm is so scarily convincing, she's not so sure. She's a little bit weirded out (and maybe just the tiniest bit turned on) Veronica makes her way over to the couch, tentatively sitting next to Cheryl on the couch. "I fucked up."
"Did you though? Cause I'm pretty sure you just sent that ship sailing." Cheryl replies, her words dripping of innuendo.
"No!" Veronica yells in disgust, but also laughing at the joke. "I mean, I shouldn't have left."
"Yea." Cheryl agrees very matter of factly.
Veronica is a bit taken aback by Cheryl's bluntness, somehow even in the aftermath of such tragedy Cheryl doesn't seem to lose her edge.
"You're going to use this against me in the future aren't you?" Veronica asks, knowing full well what the answer is.
"Oh of course, but it will honestly do more damage to Archie, poor boy can't even hold his own. You're too good for him." Cheryl leans in close, staring Veronica directly in the eyes. "If I were in his position, I'd put up a fight." She throws in an air kiss and a wink, before getting off the couch and walking toward the door.
A dumbfounded Veronica sits paralyzed on the couch, mouth agape. By the time she turns around to look at the retreating figure, Cheryl had already slipped through the door.