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Wallflower	By : CeeCee Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 10156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Archie & Co, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: Things come to a head…no, not that way.
“Goodness, Betty, hello! I wasn’t expecting you this late, dear. Come in, Veronica was waiting for you in the kitchen a little while ago. Would you like a soda?”
“Oh…yes, ma’am, I would, thank you,” she stammered.
“You look like you were working hard on something, dear,” Hermione Lodge smiled, nodding to Betty’s grimy clothes and flyaway hair.
“Er…I had a project. Prom committee.”
“Veronica said she just worked on posters today,” Mrs. Lodge accused. “Hmmm. Well, she’s in the kitchen.”
“I’ll find her. Thank you, ma’am.”
Betty’s footsteps were quiet against the marble tile in the entryway as she made her way back to the kitchen. Chrome appliances and Spanish tile gleamed in the cozy lighting, and she found Veronica poring over an issue of Vogue and enjoying a cup of cocoa.
“Squeeze a cheek, bitch,” Veronica greeted, offering her a tidy smile. “Took you long enough. Come on, show me my shoes!”
“Sure. No ‘nice to see you, Betty, thank you!’ One-track mind,” she tsked before handing over the shopping back by the handles. Veronica grinned and did a little dance on her stool.
“You rock. Come on, let’s go upstairs, I want to get a Polaroid!” She dragged Betty out as quickly as she had come in through the back hallway, practically tripping them both as they ran up the stairs. Betty nearly bit her tongue as she reached the landing.
Her jaw was still sore.
She listened to Veronica babble a mile a minute about fabric swatches and jewelry, and the hair appointment she set for the weekend, nagging Betty that she needed to set one for the same day and time so they could go together. Her face felt hot, and her skin seemed itchy and to fit her too tightly.
They’d barely made it out of Archie’s bedroom before his parents got home; Archie pecked her on the cheek and hustled back inside to pretend that he’d been home longer than he had, and alone. Betty drove home, her brain mired in confusion and frustration.
She felt as though she had…bought him, somehow. He was her date, right? He liked her, right? She had won this round, hadn’t she?
Well, hadn’t she?
He had made a promise to call her, or maybe meet after school on Monday at Pop’s for a soda so they could figure out all the usual details. Dinner. Flowers. Tickets. Pictures. Her stomach bubbled with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother that she had the last item on her list.
She could barely contain herself as Veronica walked into her closet and flicked on the light. She extracted the garment bag from the rack and unzipped it. Betty exhaled a long gasp of awe.
“Ronnie, it’s so beautiful!” she gushed. Betty found it hard to envy Veronica’s clothes when she was capable of duplicating anything she saw in a magazine with her sewing machine as the mood struck her, and found the idea of spending huge sums of money on clothing repellent, but she never diminished Veronica’s joy in her purchases, and this was a dress worthy of praise. Strapless, red satin studded with crystals down the bodice and around the scalloped hem, the skirt tapered and pencil-slim. Unabashedly Veronica handed Betty the garment bag and began to take off her clothes, dropping them where they stood until she wore only her tiny Victoria’s Secret bikini briefs, a mere scrap of black satin lying in stark contrast over the cleft of her fair buttocks. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as she shimmied into the dress. Betty helped her to zip it up and stood back, and made appropriate noises of approval as Veronica pushed her Polaroid camera into her hand.
“Take one with my phone, too,” she commanded, pulling a vampy pose for the flash and sashaying in a circle for effect. She puckered her lips at Betty and sucked in her cheeks, effectively destroying the sexy image and making her giggle.
“Who are you sending the picture to?” Betty inquired.
“Reggie. You wouldn’t believe it, Betty, he asked me who my date was for the prom today.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That it was none of his business.”
“That wasn’t very nice.”
“Who cares?” She admired herself in the mirror and seated herself at the vanity, gathering up her hair and arranging it into a messy upsweep. “All he wanted to do was brag about how his dad was doing the Bee a favor by taking the pictures for the dance, and talk about how much money he has to spend on dinner. He mentioned an after party at Chuck’s house, though, I said I might meet him there later. Or not.”
“Reggie’s okay, I guess,” Betty murmured.
“So? YOU go with him, then. I’m not wasting my time with that dickhead, he’s full of himself,” she muttered around a mouthful of hairpins as she continued to twist her hair into a French Roll. Betty dutifully came up behind her and helped to hold her hair in place while she inserted the bobby pins. “I don’t feel like listening to him talk about himself all night long.”
“Maybe he thinks he has something to prove,” she suggested. “Sometimes he isn’t so bad, at least when he’s not talking smack. I hate being on the other end of it when he gets started. I remember back in junior high, when I was on JV cheerleading,” Betty shuddered. “I lost my bloomers in the wash. I had to go out without them. The wind blew my skirt up while I had Nancy on my shoulders, so I couldn’t do anything about it.”
“I remember that! You were wearing the red underpants with Hello Kitty on them!” Veronica crowed with delight. Betty shot her a venomous look in the mirror.
“Reg walked around saying ‘here, kitty, kitty!’ at me all week. I wanted to smack him.”
“Could’ve been worse. He wouldn’t have made a big deal of it if he didn’t like what he saw.”
“It was retarded.”
“It was funny.”
“Maybe for you!”
They chatted while Veronica tugged out her accessories and tried them on. Betty ran her palm over the silky red gloves and held one of the chandelier earrings up to her face experimentally. “So, Betty, what’s the deal? Still planning on going as a sexy old maid so you can dance with everyone?”
“Welllllllll…not really.”
“What, you’re not going? You said your mom helped you so much with that dress, it’s be a shame not to go, Betty! And what about me? I need my best friend there with me so we can talk smack about everyone else!” She pouted as though Betty’s reasons for skipping the big event would be of no consequence.
“I didn’t see I wasn’t going, Ron, I just said I’m not going alone.” She held her breath for a second and let it out in a rush. “Archie asked me to the prom!” She punctuated it with a tiny scream.
Veronica was speechless. Her smile wilted a little.
“Wow.” She turned away and stalked back to the closet. “So…he asked you?”
“Yeah.”
“And you told him yes?”
“Well…duh, Ron. Of course I said yes.” A frisson of terror bloomed in her chest. Veronica’s voice was muffled by the well-insulated walls of the wardrobe and the racks of clothes, so she followed her inside. “Why? Is that a problem?”
“No…no. Of course not. So he asked you. That’s nice, Betty. I’m sure you guys will have fun.”
“We can still hang out. Maybe we can go halfsies on a limo, or…”
“Pfft! Whatever. Do what you want, Betty, you don’t have to make your plans around me.”
What the fuck…?
“You just said…”
“I’m gonna get dressed and help my mom with her club downstairs. Why don’t you head on home, kiddo.” Veronica made a show of peering at her clock. “You’re close to curfew.”
“O-kay,” she decided, her tone clipped. She spun on her heel and ran out. “G’night, Ronnie.” Her footsteps were heavy on the stairs, and her heart felt like lead in her chest.
Well, that was just spiffy.
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Veronica hadn’t budged from her closet until she heard Betty’s car start outside and pull out of their circular driveway.
She quickly grabbed her phone and hit “1” and then her speed dial. “Arch” flashed on the contact display before she hit send.
“This is Archie?”
“This is Archie’s reason for living,” she quipped. “Hi, handsome. Whatcha doin’?”
“Hanging out. Watching the game.” His voice was lazy and sexy-sounding, perhaps even a little smug. She wasn’t going to ask him about his little secret just yet. If it wouldn’t benefit her, why bother.
“Wanna see my new dress?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” he drawled. She heard the smile in his voice. She scrolled through her photos and selected the one that Betty took, promised she would call him back, then hit “send.”
He rang her back first.
“Damn!” he marveled.
“It’d be a shame if I didn’t have anyone to show it off for.” If she indeed didn’t. Jason Blossom was still dangling, for the moment. If she went with him, dinner would be memorable, expensive, and carry the additional burden of giving him some trim after the dance, maybe even an after-party at a hotel where she was the only guest. She knew he was game. She just didn’t know if she could be bothered…
It was too much fun to mess with Betty’s head. She loved her. It was just the same brand of love she reserved for her toy poodle.
“I thought you hadn’t made up your mind yet.”
“I hadn’t…but maybe now I have.” She dropped the other shoe as she casually tried on the red satin pumps with rhinestone straps, admiring them on herself. “I have a mind to have you come over to my house at six so you can pin my corsage on me and Daddy can take pictures.” She didn’t consider that he might have other plans, or that he would refuse her.
There was a pause, almost wide enough to make her heart skip. Then she smiled like the Cheshire cat when he told her, “I’ll go with the black tux, and I’ll place an order for a red corsage.”
“Make it a rose,” she purred sweetly. “Can’t wait, Archiekins.”
She changed out of her dress and gloated all the say down the stairs.
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