Betty & Veronica: Hair Wars

It started, like most things in Riverdale, with an argument.

Betty Cooper stood in front of her bedroom mirror, gathering her hair into her signature sleek ponytail. She secured it with a perfect loop of an elastic band, smoothing her hands over the golden strands to make sure not a single one was out of place. It was neat. It was practical. It was her.

Veronica Lodge, lounging on Betty’s bed with one leg crossed over the other, sighed dramatically. “Betty, darling, you have to let your hair down once in a while.”

Betty rolled her eyes. “It gets in my face.”

Veronica smirked. “That’s the point.”

With one graceful movement, she sat up, flipping her impossibly glossy, raven-black hair over her shoulder. It caught the light just so, moving in a cascade of perfection, each wave falling into place like it had been designed to do so.

Betty turned, arms crossed. “Not all of us wake up with movie-star hair, Ronnie.”

Veronica smiled, the picture of smug confidence. “Betty, please. This?” She gestured to the thick, luxurious strands trailing over her shoulder. “This is a full-time commitment. It’s weekly deep-conditioning treatments, imported silk pillowcases, and a personal relationship with my hairdresser that’s more stable than most marriages.”

Betty tugged at the end of her ponytail absentmindedly. “I like my hair up.”

Veronica stood, closing the distance between them in a few steps. She placed her hands gently on Betty’s shoulders, turning her back toward the mirror. Then, with the kind of flair only she possessed, she reached up and pulled out the elastic.

Betty gasped as the tension released, her blonde hair falling in soft, wavy layers over her shoulders.

Veronica grinned, fluffing the strands playfully. “There. You look gorgeous.”

Betty stared at her reflection, fingers skimming over the free-falling strands. It felt… strange. Lighter. A little reckless.

Veronica winked at her in the mirror. “Now, don’t you dare put it back up.”

Betty, already reaching for the hair tie, hesitated.

Maybe, just maybe, she’d leave it down.

For a little while.

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