Betty POV
*2 days later*
Jughead had been completely silent since his dad died. The doctor discharged him after 2 days, and we went to my house. My mom knew everything that had happened-so she didn't ask questions. I was starting to really worry about Jughead- he wouldn't talk- he wouldn't eat- he wouldn't sleep. He just woke up- sat in my room all day- and "went to sleep".
"Jug?" I said walking into our guest room after school the day after we had left.
He just sat there. "Look-Jug" I sat down next to him- "I know this must be hard for you-and I get you don't want to talk- but please- have a sandwich at least...just a piece of bread." I begged.
"I'm not hungry." He said quietly.
That was the first time I've heard him talk since the hospital. "You haven't eaten in 3 days...please Juggie. Anything..." I pleaded.
I grabbed his hand. He jumped.
"Jughead?" I asked. A tear rolled down the side of his cheek. I tried to hold back my tears.
He was broken.
"You have to talk about it Jug- he won't just come back-" I said getting interrupted. "Who?" Jughead asked looking at me.
"Your-your dad..." I answered.
"My-my dads not dead." He said looking back.
"He's not dead-he's not dead-he's not dead." He said.
My eyes started to water. "Jug-" I said.
"I wanna be alone right now... Please." Jughead said through quivered lips.
So I left. This was going to take time. None of it- would just happen over night.
*that night around 1 AM*
Jughead POV
He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. I kept telling myself that. I sat awake in the bed. That was when I told myself- Betty is right. No matter how sad-scared-or in denial I was. I didn't want to die. So I decided I'd sneak into the kitchen and grab something to eat.
I heated up a piece of chicken- stopping the microwave when it only had a second left- not to wake everyone up. I had gone up to my room and eaten it- and then...I fell asleep.
*later*
I woke up again. Around 4 AM. When I heard something. "Jughead..." A voice called out.
It was familiar- but I couldn't seem to quite make out who it was. So I looked around- but I didn't see anyone.
It called again, "Oh Jughead..." I had left my door open before I fell asleep- and as I was looking around- I caught a glimpse of it- and stopped.
I started to cry,
"D-dad?"
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Fake Lover
RomanceBetty was a nerd with only 1 real friend, Jughead was a popular bad guy-an ex gang member. They never thought their fates would collide...but little did they know how they would help each other in the end.
