Bughead ~ A Simple Life Someday 💟

Chapter 6 ~ Holiday Fun

Jughead's POV: 4 days later:
I really really need to speak to Betts. But I can't, not with everyone around, anyway. The last 4 days have been so so soooo AMAZING! On Sunday, we just had a movie marathon and watched all the Harry Potter's and the 2 Fantastic Beast's while eating popcorn, drinking fizzy drinks and laughing and talking. The next day, Monday, we went to this really really awesome drive-thru zoo - everybody had SO much fun - we were even allowed to feed some deer, some seals AND even some emperor penguins! Then, on Tuesday, we had a day at the lake again, no one had a care in the world, I don't even remember thinking about how mine and Betts friendship/relationship would turn out . And then yesterday, we went to the local beach, no one came home dry, that's definitely for sure, and everyone came home exhausted but the happiest I've seen some of them in a long time. Today, we ate breakfast (which was courtesy of Betty, again. She made some homemade pancakes, some bacon, a homemade fruit salad, toast, maple syrup - thanks to Cheryl - some jam, some marmalade, some glasses of apple juice, some cups of coffee and some cups of tea) it was absolutely delicious. Then the 10 of us sat in the lounge, debating what to do for the rest of the day. About 50 minutes later, everyone was arguing, not agreeing on what we could do when... "I know what we can do today!" Veronica yelled. "Why don't we all go to the local shopping mall, for a shopping spree." everyone shrugged and nodded, while me and Betts groaned.
"Look, V." Betts began with a very very cheesy grin and her incredibly cute and loveable puppy dog eyes "You know that I love you, dearly, however can I please please not come on this shopping spree." I nodded, hoping Veronica would let me off the hook along with Betts.
"Fine, I guess that you can both stay here. But... Only, because I know how much you hate shopping." Betty squealed and hugged Veronica tight.
"Thank you, V!" Betty said, happily. I nodded in agreeance.
"Right, the rest of us should head off. Otherwise we won't have long enough to shop properly." Kev said, eagerly. Everyone else nodded.
"Bye, Betty, Bye, Jug!" They all shouted, as C shut the door behind them all.
"Bye, guys!" Me and Betts shouted after them, whilst waving, not realising how close we were stood.
"Sooo..." I began awkwardly, not sure how to start this much needed conversation.
"I need to go and have a shower. " She said quickly before I had a chance to continue what I was going to say.
"Oh, OK." I said, sadly as she raced up the stairs, like she couldn't get away from me fast enough.
Betty's POV:
I raced upstairs, ran into my room, slammed the door shut behind me and went and sat down on the bed. I don't know what to say to him anymore. I got up and walked to the bedrooms on suite where I turned the shower on - warm showers help me to think. Once the shower was finally ready, I hopped in. About 45 minutes later, I got out and went to dry, curl and style my hair. I then decided that I really needed to talk to Juggie, as much as I didn't want to as I was fearing the worst (that he didn't mean what he had said that fateful night), so I slowly went to get dressed, I wore a white cold-shoulder, floral maxi dress with a slit right down the middle and some light pink sandal wedges. I then went and sat at the vanity table to carefully put on some light, natural looking, soft pink makeup.

This is Betty's dress.

This is her shoes.

This is her makeup.

This is her hair.
Perfect...hopefully, I thought. I then breathed in deeply and sighed, fearing what the out come of the very fast approaching conversation would be. Very, very slowly, I walked downstairs and into the lounge. When Juggie saw me standing in the doorway, he instantly jumped up, rushed over to where I was standing and started rambling on and on, so quickly that I couldn't understand anything that he was saying.
"Jug..." no response "Juggie..." Still no response "Jughead..." once again, no response, I sighed and breathed in heavily "Forsythe Pendleton Jones III!" I screamed, he stopped, slightly taken aback by my use his full name - I barely EVER call him his full name. "Finally. Thank you for deciding to listen." I laughed, to show him I was joking, he laugh nervously. "You were rambling on and I couldn't understand a single word you were saying." I explained and he smiled at me sheepishly. "Sorry." he mumbled, blushing the colour of a tomato.
"Its OK. Come, let's sit, we really need to talk. I think this is going to take a while too, so we best get started before everyone else gets here." I said, getting straight to the point. He nodded and we walked over to the couch and sat down. I couldn't sit still, so I started bouncing my knee up and down. Subconsciously, I also started to dig my nails into my palms - something I hadn't done for a long time. Thankfully, Jug noticed what I was doing and stopped me before I managed to do any damage. Finally, Jug started the conversation, I could tell he was nervous. What he said hurt me simply because I could tell that he was really hurting by what he was saying and the way he was saying it.
"Look Betts, I get it, you don't like me, but I don't want to loo--" I cut him off very abruptly, by covering his mouth with my shaking hand. Jug looked at me, eyes open wide, unsure of my unusual behaviour.
"Let me talk first, OK?" he nodded, still unable to speak without every word that he said coming out muffled and undefined. "OK, Juggie, look..." I began, my voice trembling, my heart beating rapidly and a large pit forming at the very bottom of my stomach.
Little did I know, this teeny tiny conversation would be the beginning of something so beautiful and yet could possibly be so tragic and so easily destroyed, way more than what anyone could imagine. Not even the very talented and theoretical story-writer and scenario-maker himself, Jughead Jones, could imagine anything like the story that was just about to begin.