THE MINDY PROJECT PROMPT

"You love me! You love me, you wanna make adorable, mixed-race babies with me"

aka, Veronica tries to be funny and winds up being kissed instead 

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Veronica Lodge loved cheerleading as much as she loved shopping. It was the perfect pass time, made her feel fabulous and she looked good doing it. She was also quite good at it, but she wouldn't brag. Too much. She knew all the boys loved watching her doing it probably more than she enjoyed actually doing it. Little did she know, a certain friend of hers loved watching her even more.

She did question the sudden flood of support when you started to show up to every practice. She felt eternally grateful for you after she showed up at Riverdale High and you instantly became her friend. It had been so long since she had true friendship to rely on.

The two of you ate lunch together every day, spent long nights talking on the phone or cuddled up watching movies on the weekends. It seemed almost unreal to you, having her body curled up next to yours, her head often on your shoulder. It was so easy for you both to just blend together and forget what it felt like to be separated.

Veronica may not have noticed the way you two changed, but you certainly did. Along with everyone else who were rooting for you to finally realize you were perfect for each other.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, after Veronica's practice ended early because Cheryl was feeling particularly nice. Veronica wasn't ready to go home and do her homework so she suggested lying by the bleachers for a while and listening to music. It was finally spring and the grass was vibrant and thriving after a long winter. You were lying in the grass with your eyes lazily following the slowly drifting clouds. Veronica had her fingers laced through your between the two of you, grass tickling your hands.

Roslyn by Bon Iver was playing and Veronica was humming along, her clearly gifted voice lulling you into a peaceful state. She had guiltily admitted her deep love for Twilight one night when she stayed over at your house. You had to admit, the soundtrack was haunting in all of the right ways.

"Your voice is heaven," you admitted sheepishly, focusing on a cloud that looked oddly like Archie's hair on a good day. [Though every day was a good day for Archie's hair].

"Oh shush," she said with an unbelieving tone to her short laugh. She squeezed your hand and you turned your head just in time to catch her rolling her eyes.

You shook your head and squeezed her hand back like it was a code. "I won't shush," you said with a slight intensity you hoped she wouldn't notice. "Sooner or later your voice is going to trick me into falling in love with you."

"Aren't you already?"

Your heart missed a beat, or three, and wave of embarrassment and fear washed through your stomach. She's just joking, you told yourself quickly, knowing it was true but still panicking anyways.

"Now it's your turn to shush," you said pointedly.

Veronica rolled onto her side, her face so close to yours that you could almost taste the sweet body spray she wore. Her laugh was the type of sound like you could replay over and over again forever. It was hard to think that she still didn't know how you felt about her, but hearing her laugh almost made you forget.

Her eyes settled on your face and her hand remained attached to yours. A playful smirk lit up her face and you tried to keep a steady breathing pattern. It was hard for you to imagine anyone ever being more beautiful than her in that moment.

"You love me! You love me, you wanna make adorable, mixed-race babies with me." She giggled at the slight look of horror on your face and you swatted her shoulder with your free hand.

The second your hand left her shoulder you felt a small flicker of courage spark in your chest. It was a window that would only open once every so often and you took a chance. You gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer to you in a fluid motion. Your lips caught hers before she had time to react and like you had dreamed of so many times, you were kissing Veronica Lodge.

A small "mmm" came from her throat and you instinctively brought her closer, her body half on top of you. Somehow you remained holding hands, the back of your hand digging into the grass as you supported some of her body weight. She didn't pull away and instead parted her lips, inviting your tongue to lightly brush hers.

It was a peculiar thing, to go from being teased to finding the confidence to pull the girl you wanted so badly in for a kiss. But the strangest thing was that she reacted so easily, her lips moving with yours as if they had done it a thousand times before. It was another reminder that you and Veronica fit more perfectly together than anyone else in Riverdale. The chemistry between you was almost tangible, it was thing of stories that people strived to have.

Pulling back, Veronica's gaze flickered from your lips to your eyes. "I was thinking two kids then?" she joked, obviously short of breath. You grinned and tugged the collar of her uniform back down to meet her lips once more.

The famous Veronica Lodge was kissing you and joking about having your children.