#veronical

Veronica entered your bedroom with a small folding tray in her hands. Set upon it, as you could see, was your favorite mug full of tea, a bowl of something steaming, and a small plate of saltine crackers.

“Fresh from New York, the best chicken noodle soup that you can get.” Veronica said, setting up the tray so the fold-out legs trapped yours between them, making a small table. Though she was smiling when she walked in, she now looked concerned. “When was the last time you took your medicine?”

“An hour ago.” You said, smelling the soup, and sampled the tea first. The heat of it felt good against your sore throat. “You didn’t need to get soup for me - and from New York? What that must have cost...”

“You’re worth it, it’s fine. It makes me feel better everytime, so eat up.” She went as far as to get you a napkin and tuck it into the top of the pajamas that you were wearing. “You look like you need all the help that you can get,” She admitted.

“Well, thanks for making me feel beautiful,” You said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and took a step away from the bed. Normally you would have kissed her for doing something this sweet but the last thing that you needed was to make her sick as well. You didn’t have the connections to get her New York soup. “Thanks though, Ronnie, I do appreciate it.”

To show her that, you picked up the spoon, got a spoonful of the soup, blew on it slowly then put it into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise and Veronica’s smile came back.

The water was gently lapping against the sides of the yacht, but it could hardly be heard over the sound of the music that was playing over the speakers as you pigged out on a large dish of freshly cut fruit, served from below. You were having a good time - that is, until you noticed how far away you were getting from land.

“So you’re sure this thing won’t sink?” You asked, trying to keep casual about your fear.

“I’m sure,” Veronica laughed, putting a juicy-looking cherry into her mouth. “I’ve been out here dozens of times, it’s fine. I promise.”

“Okay.” You breathed out, and tried to avoid looking out at the land again. Instead, you looked at Veronica, and she noticed this immediately. She put her fork down and leaned in close to you.

While things grew tense between Veronica and her father, she opted to stay with someone close to her rather than live under the same roof as him. She originally thought of Betty’s, but with Alice going crazy, it didn’t seem the best idea, so she approached you. You were more than happy to accommodate her in the house that you shared with your mostly absent-parents and your little cat.

You heard the shower turn off, and Veronica tip toeing to the room that you two shared, which made you giggle. She really was doing her utmost not to disturb you here, which you found to be adorable. You waited a couple of minutes for her to get dressed, then wandered over to the open doorway and look in. She was wearing one of your robes, and toweling off her hair.