those kind of friends (гет)

He remembered the first time he’d seen her wear her hair like that, the way it’d unsettled him a little. It was so Betty-like, and yet not Betty-like at all. Betty’s ponytail moved like spilled sunlight. Veronica’s swung around like a guillotine.
Or, a series of late-night encounters force Jughead and Veronica to explore who they really are (and could be) to each other.