conceal. × jeronica/vughead

ch 36

Veronica bursted out, laughing, "no. I won't let you back."

"What? Why?" Jughead asked.

"It's obvious, stupid." Veronica rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry about everything. I swear, I won't say or do anything bad to you again. I promise." Jughead apologized.

"Nice move, but I still won't let you move back in." Veronica crossed her arms.

"Why don't you go move in with your mom?" Veronica asked.

"I'm going to freeze to death on my way there," Jughead said.

"Please, Veronica. I need a home, and my dad still hates my guts. Please, please, please. I'll do anything," he begged.

"You could always go back to the janitor's closet," Veronica suggested.

Jughead sighed, "I will help you cook, or bake anything. Anything you want. I just need a house to stay in," Jughead said.

Veronica groaned. "Fine. I'll let you stay. But, if any of that happens ever again, I won't even open the door."

Jughead sighed, relieved. "Thank you."

He went up to his old room, and unpacked all his stuff.

It's good to be back. He thought.

And the house was nice and warm.

×××

The two were sitting on either side of the couch.

They were watching TV, Jughead was hogging the popcorn.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"You get it," Jughead said.

"No, you." Veronica shot back.

"No, y-"

Veronica interrupted him, groaning. She got up, and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a dog came running in the house.

"Hello there, Veronica," Cheryl said.

"Why'd you bring your dog?" asks Veronica.

"Because it's Jughead's turn to take care of the Serpents' pet." Cheryl replied.

Veronica turned around, and saw Jughead petting the old English Sheepdog by his side.

Veronica rolled her eyes, "really?"

"Really." Cheryl responded. She then left before Veronica could say anything else.

Veronica sat back down on the couch.

Jughead turned to her, "by the way, this is Hot Dog."

Veronica looked at the big white dog.

"Whatever," she said.

"I can tell that you're not very fond of animals," Jughead crossed his arms.

"I am, actually." Veronica replied, "I used to have a pet dog back in New York. Willow."

"Used to?"

"Don't know what happened to 'em."

Jughead looked at Hot Dog, "that's irresponsible."

"It was my dad who broke the news," Veronica said, "that Willow went missing."

Jughead glanced at her, then looked back at the TV.

×××

Veronica was on her way to her room, from the bathroom.

As she walked, she saw a big creature in the middle of the hall.

It was Hot Dog.

"Oh, hi," she greeted.

After she said that, the dog made a low growl. It startled Veronica.

Bark! Hot Dog repeatedly barked, then ran towards Veronica.

Veronica screamed, before she could run, Hot Dog jumped onto her.

But instead of eating her alive, Hot Dog was licking the hell out of Veronica's face.

Veronica tried getting him off, but he wouldn't budge.

"Jughead!" She called. "Help!"

Jughead zoomed to where Veronica was. His expression changed when he saw the situation she was in.

"Get your dog off me!" Veronica yelped.

"Really?" Jughead's brows furrowed.

"Really! Get him off!" Veronica shouted.

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