#veronica; thread

Veronica hadn’t really expected to bring Enrique back to her place after meeting him at a club and knowing him for only one night. Yet, here she was, waking up to him asleep in her bed. She luckily lived on her own and didn’t need to worry about her family finding him, and right then she was glad about that. Usually she wasn’t like this - she always waited a few more nights before bringing someone back to her place or going to theirs, but Enrique was different. She wasn’t sure why he was different, but he was. She was sure she’d figure that out later. 

She slowly got out of bed and walked over to her bathroom door to grab her robe to wrap around her body. She looked back at her bed to see him fast asleep and she smiled a bit to herself. She left her room and went to the kitchen to begin fixing herself some breakfast. She wasn’t sure what to cook at first, but finally decided on making some french toast for the two of them. Veronica may have been raised in a wealthy family where she had someone waiting on her hand and foot, but she still learned how to do a few things on her own. Her parents had a personal chef who was always cooking for them, but Veronica had decided to learn to cook on her own after she moved out. She was always a very independent woman - something that largely upset her parents - and she taught herself how to do most things. Although she still used her parents to live in her small house, she still tried to be as independent and different from them as possible.

Walking over to the radio, she turned the dials to her favorite station so she could have some music playing while she cooked. She began humming along to the Rolling Stones and before she knew it, she was singing along to the words as she moved around the kitchen cooking the french toast. She was practically giving her own little performance right then, and she could only dream of the day that she would be able to become a famous singer and perform in front of hundreds of people. “I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black,” she sang as she flipped the toast over. As soon as she began singing the next line, she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat and she turned around to see Enrique standing there. “Oh, uh, good morning,” Veronica greeted, a bit flustered that he had witnessed her singing in the kitchen. “I’m making us breakfast. You can, um, sit.” She motioned towards the table. “It should be done soon.”

VERONICA: i need someone to explain to me why i’m so beautiful VERONICA: like look at this face? wow VERONICA: why aren’t you kissing me rn VERONICA: like look at me!!! need to be kissed asap VERONICA: i’m so fucking hot  VERONICA: my tits look great too btw

Relationships had never been Veronica’s strongest point and she always found herself ditching people as soon as she began feeling anything. She didn’t want to deal with any of that, especially because of past heartbreaks with lovers, friends, and family members. Everyone seemed to want to hurt her, and now here she was, feeling something for them. “Look... I don’t ... I don’t want to say it. I don’t know what to do,” she said, taking a drink afterwards hoping that the taste of alcohol could calm her down a bit. Veronica looked away from them and found herself staring at the ceiling. “Fine, fine. I’ll say it. I ... love you. Happy?” 

Veronica hummed to herself as she began to get dressed for a Halloween party that the two were going to. She’d somehow been able to convince Enrique to come over to her place again and then she’d convinced him to attend a party with her. She already had an idea in her mind of what she wanted to look like for the party. She didn’t want to get too dressed up like some people did, and she wanted to make sure everyone could see her face and body. Some of her friends were talking about masks and strange costumes, but she was focused on something completely different. 

“So, I have some clothes here for you to try on,” she said, not facing Enrique and focusing on her closet as she flipped through the clothes to find the clothes her father let her borrow. She said she needed some clothes for a man, and her father didn’t question it and gave her some of his old outfits. “Here were are.” She pulled out some of the clothes off their hangers and went over to the bed, laying them down on it. “Try any of these on. I want to make sure you look like you just stepped out of the 20′s.” She winked at him and then went back to her closet to get her own outfit out. She took off her shirt and skirt and tossed them onto the other side of the room, deciding she’d clean them up later. “So, this is actually my grandmother’s old party dress,” she said, grabbing a dress and holding it up to her body. It was a gold color with lots of fringe, and it was more lowcut than her grandmother’s other old dresses. “It doesn’t really fit around my, uh, chest area, but that’s fine. It hasn’t ripped or anything, but let’s just say there’s not much hidden,” she teased. She had chosen the dress mostly for that specific reason. “The women on my dad’s side of the family all have small chests, and my mom’s side? Well, they’re all about my size.” She laughed and went over and placed the dress down on the bed.