Betty sighed as she watched her girlfriend storm around her room, throwing things in her cheerleading bag haphazardly.
"Ronnie," she started carefully, but Veronica huffed and turned away. "How about we skip cheer practise?"
Veronica snorted. "As if we wouldn't be kicked off. I have to go."
"Veronica," Betty said, pursing her lips. "You need to rest, honey. You've had such a big day."
"What are you?" Veronica spat. "My mother?"
Betty sighed again, reminding herself that Ronnie was upset and tired and that it wasn't her fault she was such a cow when she didn't rest. "No, babe, I just think that maybe you've done enough for today? What about if we skip, just this once, and stay home?"
Veronica turned abruptly to face Betty. "No, Betty! I said no! I want to go to cheer!"
"Okay," Betty said, trying not to laugh. "Okay, Ronnie, we'll go."
Veronica huffed and turned back to her bag. "Where's my scrunchie?"
"I don't know, boo," Betty said softly. "In the bathroom?"
"I can't find it!" Veronica snapped, turning to Betty. "I can't fucking find anything!"
"Veronica," Betty soothed. "Shh, bub, I'll help."
"You should! I can't FIND IT!" She swiped angrily at her chest of drawers, knocking off a photo frame which fell to the ground with a crash.
"Okay, okay, bub," Betty said quickly, as Veronica kicked the drawer and then winced. She walked over to Veronica, drawing her into a hug. Veronica struggled and then sighed and settled into Betty, resting her head on the taller girl's shoulder. "That's it, Ronnie, calm down," Betty spoke gently. "Shh, babe, it's okay."
Veronica let a final breath out and all the tension left her shoulders. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay, baby girl," Betty murmured. "That's okay."
They didn't go to cheer.