Your P.O.V.
The Pembrooke had always been this building that I knew about, but had never seen the inside of. I'd just admire it from afar whenever I would walk to school through the park. It was a Wednesday when I finally stood in front of The Pembrooke's doors with sweaty palms as my heart was beating erratically fast. This was not something that I was excited about at all, talking about my feelings was something I didn't like to do anyway, but it had to be done. I rang the doorbell and looked up one more time, admiring the vibe I got from the building. The sound of heels clicking on the floor grew louder before the door flew open, revealing a gorgeous brunette.
"Hey!" She seemed to be in a good mood as she wore a beautiful smile to greet me. My lips wanted to say something, but suddenly gave up on me. So instead I ended up returning a light smile, awkwardly shifting my feet in the process. We both seemed to be a little nervous about each other's presence. After all, the situation we were in wasn't exactly comforting in any way. She then kindly asked me to come in and so I finally stepped inside The Pembrooke. The first thing you see when you enter the apartment building is a huge lobby, decorated with beautiful interior. And at the very end of the hallway I saw that there was-
"Omg, there's an elevator in your house?" I was impressed by the little extras Veronica had in her home.
"Yeah. I'm still getting used to it too." That's so cool, I thought. But once we got in the elevator, the elephant in the room only got bigger. I should really say something to make this less awkward: the thought repeated itself in my head. Luckily, Veronica was ahead of me and broke the silence before I was about to choke on my tongue again.
"We should probably talk about yesterday." Her eyes only met me for a second, before they focused themselves on the ground again. Veronica was nervous, fearing that the happiness she felt the day before, was only momentarily. And me? I was just really confused about my feelings, for her but also for Cheryl: my girlfriend. As I looked at her side profile, admiring her beauty, I realised that my own feelings were very much killing me. What the hell did I want? I came here to tell her that my heart belonged to Cheryl, that she's the one for me. But yet again, there I was noticing how pretty Veronica looked in the dress she was wearing. Lost in my thoughts, I noticed my eyes stayed on her for a bit too long as she suddenly met my gaze. Shit, what the hell am I doing.
"Right, yeah. We should talk." I mumbled, clearing my throat trying to get a fucking hold of myself. Jesus y/n, get a grip.
The elevator finally pinged open, revealing the luxurious apartment Veronica called her home. There were so many things that caught my eye; especially her amazing kitchen. I stayed behind as Veronica determingly walked towards her living room, disappearing around the corner.
"You can leave your jacket on a chair! And kick off your shoes if you want." Great. As I was taking off my jacket to hang on one of the chairs in her dining room there was something else that caught my eye. A huge painting of Veronica; I could see it through the small crack of a door that led to an office it seemed.
"Like what you see?" She joked, noticing my interest in the enormous painting.
"Daddy had it shipped in as soon as we moved here." I nodded taking one more look at it, before she closed the door. I clearly wasn't allowed in there. The way she talked about her father was still something that I found impressive though. Her loyalty was undeniable, something I simply couldn't understand since mine left me when I was very little.
"My parents are picking up Katy right now, getting Pop's on the way back. They'll be out for a while." Ok, so that meant we had some alone time. Which was good since we had a lot to talk about anyway.
"Good, cus we need to talk." She stopped in her tracks to look at me, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. I was stood next to the chair I had hung my jacket over, slightly leaning on the seat. The way I suddenly acted so straight forward clearly caught her off guard. And not gonna lie, this only made the conversation more forced, but fuck it.
"Yesterday was...unexpected for sure." I admitted. "But my mind is foggy and it's confusing Ronnie. You...-" Veronica waited for me to continue.
"You're beautiful. I love how you know what you want and how you're not afraid to do whatever it takes to get it. I love how much you love and how honest you are about it." I took a few steps closer in her direction. "I love how much you glow when you talk about things you like. I love how...whenever you smile there's these cute dimples in your cheeks." She started blushing. "Like right now. And I would love to give you the answer you want, but truth is I don't even know what I want." Veronica understood what I was saying and clearly kept in mind that Cheryl was still in the picture. It was her turn to say something.
"I know this is hard for you. It's hard when you suddenly catch feelings for two people at the same time. And I'm sorry for putting you in this situation, I clearly wasn't thinking straight." I chuckled at the joke I could make from the end of that sentence. Veronica looked at me weird when she suddenly got it too. "Right." She nodded smiling. "It's ok. I probably would have done the same thing if I was you. But that doesn't take away the impact it leaves on the other person." My face was only inches away from hers, as I was now whispering my words.
"You have to give me time, Veronica." She stepped a little closer making our noses almost touch. I couldn't deny the chills that were going down my spine. It was as clear as day that I had feelings for Veronica. But my feelings for Cheryl...I needed her. Without Cheryl I'd be nothing. That's when she cleared her throat, scratching the back of her head.
"I'm asking you right now, y/n." She looked up at me with a captivating look in her eyes. My breath hitched in my throat as she grabbed me by my belt to pull me in closer. This girl was going to be the death of me, I swear to god.
"Do you have feelings for me?" Yes, the answer is yes. Was I going to say it out loud though? It probably wasn't the right thing to do.
"Tell me, y/n." She whispered in my ear making my eyes grow wide. I felt weak in the knees, the smell of her perfume filling my nose again. Veronica was leaving small pecks on my neck now and I was in utter fucking pain. My heart was saying no; Cheryl is my girlfriend and I love her. But when I was with Veronica it was always exciting and new.
"Fuck yes." Oh my god, you had one fucking job y/n.
"And full disclosure V? When I'm with you, I feel special. You're one of a kind and if I didn't like you too I wouldn't have kissed you." I chuckled.
"So yes, I do have feelings for you Veronica." She moved her head up making our noses touch. "You got me bad." I whispered still under her spell. Veronica smiled and flew me around the neck. I was happy and sad at the same time, but who wouldn't be in this situation.
"Wait, Veronica before I go. There's something you have to know." I looked her deep in the eyes as I noticed the mood change. "We both know that Cheryl is still in the picture, she's still my girlfriend. I don't know what to do, I'm so sorry about this it's just-." She took my hands and made me look up at her by touching my chin. "It's ok. We both know this is a shitty situation neither of us can get out of easily. All I asked was for you to be honest with me, and you were. Thank you." I nodded, feeling really shit about all this.
"Now go. My parents will be home soon." She shooed me away so I grabbed my things and quickly made my way to the exit. The elevator took me downstairs and I opened the doors of The Pembrooke once again. That's when I heard heels clacking behind me. I turned around and Veronica jumped into my arms, kissing me deeply.
"Get home safe."
Fuck. Me.