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She's sitting in the passenger seat of her convertible, the wind blowing in her hair as he speeds down the freeway. He looks over to her every know and then, smiling. Her raven hair is imperfect for once as it dances in the wind, and she's holding onto her round black sunglasses with her perfectly manicured hand.
Jughead Jones was scared to go to Toledo. He hadn't seen his mother or sister since his father died three years ago and he knew they wouldn't approve of how much his life had changed. Around three years ago, just before his father died, Jughead landed his dream position at the New York Times as a writer/journalist. He had earned his degree in English at NYU, so to get a job at the NYT shortly after graduating was a dream come true. It was his first week into the job when he received the shocking call on a Tuesday that his father died, but he was too broke to fly to Toledo after spending all his money on office attire. It was obviously a selfish decision - which resorted to his mother's and sister's anger - however, Jughead liked to think that his father would've wanted him to be successful, and one day everything would work out.
Last week, Jughead was tasked to go to a town and write about a small family-owned business there. Naturally, he chose his mother's auto-repair shop. He was unsure of how the business was passed down to his mother as she left with his little sister when he was 10, but he knew she had been working hard on the business for a long time. So, he drove to Toledo with his filthy rich fiancee in the passenger seat.
"How much longer, Jug?" she whined. They had been in the car for the entire day, leaving bright and early at 8am, with an estimated arrival of 5pm. It was nearly 5pm now, and they were a few streets away from arriving at his mother's.
"Not much longer baby." he said, reaching over to cup her face with one arm while keeping the other hand on the wheel.
She kissed the hand that was toying with her lips. He resisted the urge to pull over and let her do whatever she wanted to him in the backseat. Jughead slipped his hand away, placing it back on the wheel as they pulled up to a long gravel driveway. The small rocks flew everywhere, hitting and denting the beautiful car in various places, which worried Veronica. They continued driving down the driveway, finally stopping when they hit a barbed-wire gate. One intimidating man was standing near the door, smoking a cigarette when the couple pulled up. He was wearing a leather jacket with the sleeves cut off to suit the hot temperature due to a Toledo summer. He flicked the cigarette on the gravel and stomped it out before revealing his gruffly voice.
"Are you rich kids lost?" he said, circling the vehicle.
Jughead looked over to the tall dark-haired man, "Is Gladys Jones here?" he said stepping out of the vehicle.
The tall man stopped in front of Jughead, "Who's asking?" he groaned, his presence was quite intimidating as he stood proudly infront of Jughead.
"Her son." Jughead tried to seem as intimidating as the man who stood in front of him, but it was challenging and he was definitely failing.
"Everything okay, baby?" Veronica called from the car, her eyes filled with concern.
Jughead turned around and waved to her. "Everything's fine." he replied before looking back at the man.
"Jughead?" he heard the voice of a young girl cry out from behind the gate.
Jughead looked over the shoulder of the man to see his younger sister, Jellybean. "Jelly!"
He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Jellybean for the first time in three years. She had light brown hair and sparkly blue eyes, her sweet face glowing with excitement. "It's okay Sweet Pea, you can let him in."
Sweet Pea stepped away from Jughead and moved to open the gate. Jellybean immediately hugged Jughead as soon as she saw him. It did slightly bother Jughead that her clothes were covered in dirt and that the petrol was rubbing off onto the white YSL button up shirt that Veronica bought him and those light denim Armani jeans - but he continued hugging his sister, trying not to think about his clothes getting dirty.
The girl pulled away from the hug and looked over to Veronica briefly, choosing to ignore the raven-haired princess sitting pretty in the car. "So, what brings you here?"
"Well, we wanted to get away from New York for a week, figured why not visit the family in Toledo." he paused, "I also wanted to do some writing and self-reflecting."
"Getaway huh?" Jellybean asked, quirking her eyebrow.
"Oh silly me! Veronica honey" he ran over to open the door for his girlfriend. She took his hand, struggling to walk in her Louboutin heels on the gravel. "Jellybean, this is my girlfriend, Veronica. Veronica, this is my little sister, Jellybean."
Veronica looked down at the hand Jellybean had extended for her to shake, grimacing to see the oil and dirt on it. Veronica clasped her hands together, holding her purse tightly. "It's nice to meet you, Jelly-bean."
"Whatever." Jellybean responded, rolling her eyes at how prissy this woman was. "Let me show you around, Jug."
She led him through the gate. There were three old barnhouses renovated into garages filled with beautiful cars that were being repaired. In the first garage he saw a royal blue 1967 Ford Mustang, with three teenagers working on the engine. The second garage housed a red 1973 Ford Bronco. In the last garage, he saw an amazing emerald green Jalopy. Jughead wasn't much of a cars person, but that emerald green Jalopy was like no other. With tan leather seats and cream accents on the interior of the car, he was close to making an offer for the car right on the spot.
"That Jalopy is incredible." he said, standing outside the garage.
"Isn't it! Betty's been working on that car for over 10 years." Jellybean paused, "She thinks it's not ready, but I beg to differ." she grabbed Jughead's hand, "Come! You have to meet Betty."
Based on the name, Jughead expected that Betty would be an older lady who had known his mother for a long time. He expected a woman with kind eyes that crinkled whenever she smiled, her hair would be white with ginger streaks, and she always smelled like freshly baked cookies - boy was he wrong. Betty was under the car on a creeper, a welding mask covering her face. She was only wearing denim shorts revealing her nice long legs, so Jughead's entire theory about Betty being a woman in her late 60s was wrong.
"B!" Jellybean called out calmly, trying not to spook the girl under the car.
Betty slid out from under the car and dropped the mask to the ground before standing up. She was wearing a white tank top decorated with various grime and oil stains. Her blonde hair was in double dutch braids, and her eyes were the same colour as the car except even more illuminating. Jughead couldn't take his eyes off her, she was beautiful.
"Hey Jelly, what's up?" Betty said as she looked at the three people.
"I wanted you to meet my brother!" she paused, "Betty, this is Jughead. He was just admiring your hard work."
Jughead held out his hand and she shook it. "Sorry, my hand is dirty." she said, wiping her hands on her denim shorts.
"No biggie." he shrugged, wondering where this suddent non-chalant attitude had come from. He normally hated everything and anything dirty, for some reason, he didn't mind touching her dirty hand. "You've done a fantastic job on the Jalopy. Are you taking offers?"
A rosy pink blush hit her faces and she shyly responded, "I'm not sorry. She's not for sale."
He nodded, "I'd love to see the other cars you've worked on. You have great attention-to-detail."
"Oh of course! How long are you in town for?" her eyes lit up with excitement and the smile on her face grew bigger.
Veronica grabbed his hand, noticing the chemistry between her boyfriend and this woman. Betty looked at the hands before meeting Jughead's eyes once more. "We haven't decided yet." Veronica chirped in, "I'm Veronica by the way, Jughead's girlfriend."
"Right." Betty paused, "Have you had a tour of the house yet? I can show you to the guest room, unless you were planning on staying in the hotel down the road?"
"We were actually gonna stay at-" Veronica said but was quickly interrupted by Jughead.
"We would love to stay here, if that's okay with everyone of course." Jughead smiled, ignoring the aggrovated expression on his fiancee's face.
"Yay! I'll show you the house." Betty chirped.
They walked over to the house, with Jellybean and Betty leading and Jughead and Veronica following closely behind. Veronica held tightly onto Jughead's arm, as she stumbled walking in her high heels. "What the hell was that Jug?" she whisper-yelled, trying her best not to raise her voice.
"I thought it would be nicer to stay here, spend time with my family and you'd get to know them better."
"But we already booked the Presidential Suite at the Hilton! Why would you want to stay at this crummy place when we have 5 stars of happiness and the best sex ever waiting there for us?" she whined, still trying to stay quiet.
He rolled his eyes, stopping in their tracks. "Well, if it bothers you so much Veronica, then you go to the Hilton and I'll stay here. This is technically a work trip after all."
They eventually reached the house. It was a two storey old pale yellow 1950s Victorian Farmhouse with baby blue tiles on the roof. Although the house was charming, it was decaying, the paint was chipping and the floorboards on the porch were rotting. He didn't even have to look at Veronica's face to know what she was thinking. The inside of the house was also deteriorating, the pink patterened wallpaper was falling from the walls, and the furniture in the living room was in desperate need of reupholstering.
A dark-haired woman stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, she was wearing a black shirt with dark washed jeans. She wasn't smiling when she first saw Jughead, but after a second that quickly changed.
"Jughead!" his mom said, running up to envelope him into a hug.
"Hey mom." he said.
She pulled away and messed up his hair a little. "What brings you to Toledo?"
"He wants to unwind from New York and do some writing with his wonderful girlfriend." Jellybean interjected, rolling her eyes as she recalled Jughead's excuse.
"Is that so?" Gladys tried not to look at Veronica, and instead looked over at Betty. "I see you've met Betty. Isn't she just lovely and so beautiful too?"
Jughead didn't answer, "Ah mom, this is my girlfriend, Veronica."
Gladys nodded her head, ignoring Veronica. "So how long are you here for?" she asked, diverting her gaze back to Jughead.
"Not sure, I actually have some work to do while I'm here." he uttered. Jughead knew how his family felt about his job in New York and he hated it. He hated talking about the newspaper and how his career was flourishing, because it reminded him of the moment where he told his mother and sister he couldn't come to his dad's funeral. Work had become a massive part of his life, and he hated that he couldn't even pay for a plane ticket home.
He watched the smile leave his mother's face. "It's always work, isn't it?" she snapped.
The silence crowded the room, leaving a thick tension in the air. "How about I show you your room?" Betty said as an attempt to break the awkwardness. Jughead didn't say anything and followed Betty up the creaky stairs, with Veronica in her heels click-clacking behind.
They reached the top of the stairs and walked into the room on the left. The wallpaper was pale blue with a white floral pattern, the curtains were a darker shade of blue and the bedding was white with frills. There was a wooden armoire tucked away in the corner, with a matching dresser and beside tables. Much like the exterior the room was Victorian and straight out of a 1950s home catalogue.
"This is the guest room, were you'll be staying. The door on the right takes you into the shared bathroom that connects onto my room." Betty smiled.
Veronica raised her perfectly plucked eyebrow, "The room is pretty dated, right Betsy?" Veronica paused, "Kind of like it's infested with bed bugs. What do you think, baby?"
Jughead turned to Veronica, "I think you're being awfully rude, Veronica."
"I don't think it's uncalled for. You've basically been staring at Miss girl-next-door here since you first laid eyes on her!" Veronica snapped.
Betty widened her eyes, shocked by the words she was hearing. "Are you serious Veronica? Betty has been nothing but kind and accommodating to us. You were rude to her the second you saw her face. Not to mention, you've been acting prentious around my sister and mom. I told you before that they have a hard time accepting this life, with the fancy brands and the living in the big city, that does not entitle you to turn your nose up at their lives though." he paused, "If you want to stay at the Hilton downtown go ahead!"
"I'm gonna go downstairs, let me know if you need anything." Betty ran out the room, leaving the couple in her sister's old room. She didn't understand why she was getting dragged into this mess. Clearly Jughead and Veronica had issues of their own that had nothing to do with Betty. From her first impression, as kind as Jughead was to her, he was pretty selfish. Sure, he was good looking, but Betty did not fancy having a relationship with a man who let his family ignore his girlfriend.
"You know what Jughead, I'm done. We're over." Veronica snatched her car keys out of his pocket, she turned to open the door but stopped. "Also, I've been hooking up with Archie Andrews for the last three months."
The slam of the door didn't shock him, neither did Veronica confessing her affair. He turned to look out the window, seeing her struggle walking on the gravel and his bags get thrown out of her car. She drove off hastily choosing not to look back. Jughead walked out and grabbed his bags, tuning out the sound of whispers and disregarding everyone who stared at him.
Gladys knocked on the door to the guest room, she hadn't seen Jughead in a few hours and was getting concerned about him.
"Come in." he called out, sitting at the desk in front of the window.
Gladys walked into the room, "Hey Jug, how are you?" she asked, moving closer to him.
"Well, my girlfriend just broke up with me and my family hates me, so I'm doing great." he took the glasses off his face and shut his laptop, turning around to face his mother.
She sighed, "We don't hate you, Jughead. If anything, we're concerned on how you can value work more than your family! I don't want to get into this argument again, but your father's funeral was important and you were sitting broke in your New York City apartment because you spent $1000 on one dress shirt. Can you not see how your materialistic actions have affected this family?" Jughead stayed silent. "Look, Jug, I know you're back in Toledo for work reasons, so what is it you're wanting from us?"
"I have to write an article about a family business outside of New York, figured I'd write about your business." he paused, "You know, it would be sort of an apology piece to you and Jellybean too. I've been such an asshole since getting this job that I want to help you and the business."
Gladys laughed and shook her head. "Oh Jughead, that's kind of you but this isn't my business!" she chuckled, "It's not even a Jones business."
Jughead looked puzzled, "What do you mean? Who's business is this?"
"This is Betty's business. I'm her employee."
"Huh?" he responded at a lost for words.
"Let me tell you the short story. Betty's father, Hal, was the owner of this land and the auto-repair shop. When Betty's father, mother, and sister died in a tragic car accident, she was only 16. She inherited the land and business. I was an employee for Hal around that time, he was kind and had offered Jelly and I a place to live, so I got pretty close to Betty growing up. She always wanted to be a teacher though, with the death of her family that dream was pushed aside so she could focus on the business. I only stepped in temporarily to help run the business while Betty finished high school. Betty is the one that runs this entire business, she's the reason why we still have a roof over our heads." Gladys paused, "Although it's not her dream to be here forever, it was her father's. This business and home is the last thing she has left of her family. She's the one you should be interviewing, not me."
Jughead slowly nodded. It was odd hearing about this, well it actually showed that he hadn't made an effort to get to know his mother. Sure, she abandoned him in Riverdale with his alcoholic father then, he eventually fleed to New York once receiving a large scholarship and he didn't think about contacting his mother to tell her. Gladys was in Toledo the entire time supporting a 16 year old who lost her entire family, which was something he never thought his mother would be doing. He sat there silently, not knowing what to say.
Gladys messed up his raven locks, and smiled. "Look Jug, we're having dinner in 10 minutes, you're welcome to come downstairs and join us."
He got up from the chair, "I'll help set up." he said, following his mother out of the room.
They sat in the backyard around the firepit, drinking and roasting marshmallows happily chatting to each other. Dinner was amazing, Jughead couldn't think of the last time he had such a delectable meal. Betty had made roast chicken with roasted potatoes along with other vegetables, she also made a mac n' cheese which he was already dreaming about. Gladys and Betty were cleaning everything up, while everyone sat outside.
It was the middle of summer in Toledo. Tonight there was a slight breeze, so Jellybean thought it was appropriate to light a fire. Jughead didn't realise that other kids were living here too. In the barn-styled garages, there were little bedrooms and bathrooms set up. Some of the kids had been living here for a long time as they were abandoned and abused by their families, and this was their home now. He thought it was amazing that Betty was so accomodating to these people, she had gone through a lot and to respond with such kindness and genorosity was crazy to him.
He had nearly finished his first beer when Betty came out and sat on the lawn chair beside him. Jughead reached over to the cooler and offered her a beer, which she accepted. She was out of the grimey clothes from before, now showered and in a pretty white mini dress with a flowy skirt. Her hair covered her bare shoulders, and she wore a little bit of makeup.
"How are you, Jughead?" she asked, opening the beer bottle with ease.
"I'm holding up." he paused, "I'm sorry about what Veronica said to you though, that wasn't cool and I'm really embarrassed by how everything went down."
She moved her hair behind her ears, "Aren't you embarrassed by your behaviour though?" she took a sip of the beer, knowing that this question would throw him off.
"What do you mean?"
She sighed, "Look Jughead, as attractive as you are, you're pretty selfish and you failed to see how Veronica really felt. Now, I may not be a huge fan of the girl but I understand that longing feeling of wanting to be accepted by the family of the person I love. For you to not defend her when Gladys or Jelly were ignoring her, and for you to ogle at me while your girlfriend was obviously getting upset says a lot about you." she took another sip, "So, that brings me back to my original question; are you not embarrassed by your own behaviour?"
He had never thought of it that way. "I guess I am embarrassed by my behaviour. Even if Veronica had been cheating on me for the last three months, I should've done more to defend her or at least hear her out." he smirked, "Wait, did you call me attractive?"
Betty rolled her eyes, unable to hide the furious blush on her face. "You heard exactly what I said." she looked away as she bit her lip, "What's your article about?"
"You, actually." he choked out.
"What about me?" she giggled.
"Well, the nice little business you've been running since you were 16. I also want to get to know you and learn what your life has been like with everything you've endured." he paused, "You're strong Betty."
"I hate when people say that."
"Say what?" he asked, watching her eyes grow darker.
"That I'm strong." she looked over at the fire, "Everyone tells me I'm strong and that I shouldn't have had to go through what I went through. But why did I have to go through that then? What difference does me being strong make when my entire family is dead? What other reaction would I have to this traumatic situation? Suicide?" she looked back over to Jughead to meet his eyes, "In all honesty, I know that you're trying to say something nice to ease the pain of what happened to me, but it's meaningless. Why did I have to go through my whole family dying and come out 'strong'? Did I even have a choice?"
"I'm sorry." he said, "I do believe you're strong though. Not because of the challenges you've faced, but because of the decisions you've made. You've carried on your father's legacy and sacrificed the career you dreamed of, I'm not saying that was your choice but it was a tough decision you made. I'm not nearly as selfless as you, so it baffles me to meet someone like you who's gone through hell and has come out as gratuitous as you."
She half-smiled, moving her chair closer to his so their knees were touching. "Tell me about New York."
He took another sip of his beer, "What about it?" he chuckled.
"Everything."
"Well, it's true what you see in the movies, there's rats and crazy stuff going on everywhere. The food is good and New York does have the best pizza. The apartments are tiny and expensive. Bosses are the worst and don't give a fuck about you, they only care if you're making the business money. And, as much as I love New York, I cannot see myself settling down there." he leaned in closer, "Have you ever been to New York?"
She shook her head, "No, I've always wanted to go though. My dad was going to take me on my 18th birthday, but, you know, he died before that. I would love to go there, one day."
"Well, if you're ever in the city, you let me know. Okay?"
"Okay" she smiled, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
They were still talking even after everyone had gone back to their rooms to go back to sleep. They were a little tipsy, both onto their third or fourth drinks, that didn't matter too much though. Talking to Jughead was like talking to an old friend, there was something warm about him. She was too busy talking to even notice that it had started raining, the fire was beginning to extinguish and their clothes were getting wet.
She hopped up from the chair, "Oh shit, we need to take everything back inside before the rain gets heavier."
He folded most of the chairs and tucked them under his arm, waiting for her to pick up the remaining chairs. His hair was wet and his white shirt was see-through and hugging his top-half tightly. She tried not to stare at him too much as the porch-light revealed his lean figure and the slight muscles. It didn't even hit her that her dress was completely see-through too, she wasn't wearing a bra, only a lacy black pair of underwear. The plunging neckline on the dress was quite revealing, and the more it rained, the more Jughead tried to avoid eye contact with her. From the moment he met Betty, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He knew things with Veronica weren't going to work out, but he didn't expect things to end so soon or suddenly. He also didn't expect there to be a new person he was interested in immediately after things ended with Veronica. Jughead wasn't a player and he thought that his crush on Betty would just be that.
After putting the chairs away, they stumbled into the house both completely drenched standing in the doorway of the laundry. Betty took off her sandals, and Jughead took off his designer loafers that were now ruined by the rainwater. The soles of his shoes were soggy and smelt terrible, but he didn't care, he could replace those shoes. She slipped a little in the puddle of water that had dripped onto the tiles and he caught her. One hand was smoothing the wet fabric while the other hand was holding her forearm.
"You okay?" he chuckled, his hand gripping her waist even tighter and he moved his hand from her forearm to hold her hand.
She giggled, "Yes." her hand was on his shoulder, feeling the firm muscle. "We should probably get to bed." she said, but she wasn't letting him go and neither was he.
"Mhm." he said looking at her lips.
He leaned in, moving closer to her lips. She let go of his shoulder and moved both hands to hold his face. "I said, we should probably get to bed." she whispered against his lips. She could smell the alcohol against his breath, and for the first time she didn't care.
"Mine or yours?" he smirked. His eyes grew dark, becoming even hungrier for her.
"Mine." she breathed out, before reaching up to bring his face down to her and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
She kissed him passionately, her hands moving from his face to his wet hair. He kissed her back, hungrily, like he needed her more than anything. They moved out of the laundry room to avoid the puddle of water they left on the floor. She took her hand in his and led him up the creaky stairs, trying their hardest to be quiet and not awake his mom or Jellybean who were in their rooms downstairs.
They eventually made it to Betty's room. The walls of her room were light pink, her furniture was all white and she had photos littered and various knick-knacks around her bedroom. He thought it was sweet how pretty her room looked, it seemed like a perfect reflection of who Betty was. He had a slight look around her room, and when he looked back at her she was undoing the ties of the halter top dress, Jughead then remembered why he was in her room.
He moved towards her, pressing her up against the bedroom door with her legs around his waist and kissing her passionately. She deepened the kiss, holding the collar of his shirt beneath her fingertips, which signalled to him that she wanted the shirt off. The ties of her top were barely tied, just two strings hanging loosely dangling on her back. Jughead moved away from her lips to properly untie her top. As soon as he fastened the top of the dress her boobs sprung free, he immediately groped the right nipple with his hand and latched his mouth onto her left nipple. Her nipples instantly pebbled beneath his touch, and he flicked them with his tongue and his fingers. She threw her head back and moaned quietly as he nipped and fondled with her breasts.
He continued licking and sucking her nipples for another minute, when he realised she was getting desperate. Her clothes were coming off and he was still fully clothed. Their wet clothes were sticking to their bodies and it was becoming harder for things to be taken off.
When she detached her legs from his waist the dress fell straight down her legs, leaving her in a pair of black underwear. He stared at her in glory, she looked beautiful even only in the dim light of the lamp on her bedside table. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing each one as fast as she could. When the shirt was fully unbuttoned he pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop down on the wooden floor. Her hands journeyed down from his stomach to the button on his jeans. She popped open the button and then forced his zipper down, the jeans then slid down his legs. Jughead picked her up and dropped her onto the bed, placing kisses all over her body.
She played with the waistband of his boxers, he lifted his head up after placing a kiss on her collarbone. "Someone's desperate." he snickered, and she whacked the top of his head with her hand lightly.
"You literally broke up with your girlfriend 7 hours ago and you're already in bed with someone new and you're calling me desperate?" she quirked her eyebrow up, unable to stop giggling.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Ah, true." he smirked kissing her lips, "Is that a problem though, because I can easily just go back to my room."
"You wouldn't be able to go." she replied seductively biting her lip.
He hovered over her and smiled. Betty was right, he wouldn't be able to leave her, not like this at least. "You have a point there." he chuckled before kissing her intensely again.
They made out for a few minutes. Betty's hands slid down his stomach and back to the waistband of his boxers. It was clear that she wanted him, she could even feel him against her leg. The sloppier the kisses became, the more needy they both became. He hooked his hands through her underwear, finally pulling them down her legs so she was left naked. He pulled away to look at her.
"What do you want, Betty?" he whispered.
"I want you inside of me, now." she replied, her breath hitching when she felt his fingers trace her clit.
"Do you have a condom?" he asked, and she pointed towards the beside drawer. He reached over and grabbed a condom, pulling his boxers down before unwrapping the foil. He slid the condom on, hearing Betty moan when he revealed what he was hiding, throwing the foil on the floor before focusing on her again.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and slowly inserted himself into her. "You okay?" he whispered.
"Yes" she said, wrapping her hands around his shoulders as they began to move at a steady rhythm. Her moans became more vulgar and he grunted, she felt herself begin to fall apart as they quickened the pace, eventually both of them came. He slowly pulled his member out of her, she rushed off to the bathroom to clean up and he followed disposing of the condom in the wastebin under the sink.
They both returned to Betty's room. Her head rested on his bare chest, and his hand wrapped around her to brush the side of her breast. Her blonde hair had dried from the rainwater and was now left in waves. The room was quiet, somewhat awkwardly quiet. Questions rushed through Jughead's head, wondering what they were especially considering he was only here for a week and not looking for an immediate relationship after ending a 1 and a half year relationship close to eight or nine hours ago.
"So... that happened." he said, not knowing exactly what to say to her.
"Yeah, that did happen." Betty responded, grimacing as she thought about what had happened. She only had about two or three beers and now she was in bed with Gladys's son, what had things come to. Betty didn't sleep around or have many romantic relationships with people. Sure, she used to hook up with Sweet Pea, but that was when were 18 and that other time when they were 21. But Jughead Jones out of all people, why did she sleep with him? Jughead was far too into himself, and it disappointed her to hear that he was only here for work and not to spend time with his family who he hadn't seen in over two years. She couldn't believe what had happened, but, she had to admit that fucking him was the best thing she'd done in a while. He was good in bed and clearly knew what he was doing.
She moved onto the other pillow as he turned to face her. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and smirked. "The sex was good though." he said cheekily.
"It was good." she giggled staring into his ocean blue eyes. "What now? I'm not interested in pursuing a relationship right now."
His eyes lit up, "Honestly, neither am I. I'm not in town for long, so I'm not interested in starting anything up, I also just got out of a 1 and a half year long relationship - so if anything, a relationship is off the table." he smirked, "I'm glad we're on the same page."
"Look, I enjoyed that far too much and I'm not wanting to let whatever this is go for the next week. I think seeing you around the next week would be unbearable because all I'm going to think about is you in bed." she paused, "In saying that, I think we should do some sort of friends with benefits situation."
"That works for me." Jughead watched her eyes sparkle as he consented to her idea. "As long as you do my article though."
"Of course." she replied, and he pressed a tender kiss to her lips.
For the first time in a long time, Betty was excited. She had something to look forward to this week, especially with the article. She was ready to tell her story, and even if she wasn't a huge fan of the person writing the story she didn't doubt his abilities. Jughead eventually headed back to his room at 5am, leaving Betty sleeping peacefully on the bed. Once he returned to his bed, he couldn't sleep, he was thinking about her.
He was screwed.