A book filled with some cute, fluffy, angsty oneshots to celebrate their beautiful love. There may be brief mentions of some other ships as well, but mainly bughead because they are endgame and OTP.
I came up with a brilliant plan to get Betty to talk to me again. I hopefully would be able to gain her trust again. I decided to join the Blue and Gold- the school newspaper. Yes, it was very weird for a gang leader to do this. However, this seemed like the only way to get her back, by offering to be the school's photographer. (Yes, I made Cole's hobby as Jughead's. Thought it was cooler this way.) I knocked on the door of the Blue and Gold.
"Come in," replied an angelic voice.
I entered and she turned to look at me, an unknown emotion flashed across her eyes along with grief.
"Oh it's you," she stated in a disappointed way.
Well, this was going to be harder than I thought.
BETTY'S POV
Jughead entered and had a hopeful look in his eyes which I didn't understand why he had. it's not like I was the one who ditched him for popularity.
"What can I do for you Juggi-Jughead?" I asked in a straight voice trying not to get affected by the hurt in his eyes when I almost used the nickname I gave him when we were kids before reverting back to his full name.
"I heard you needed a photographer for the Blue and Gold and I can help you. I have some of my works that I wanted to show if you wanted to choose me," he replied timidly.
I was a bit taken aback. Nobody ever volunteered for the Blue and Gold. I was the only one who worked here. I really didn't want to spend time with Jughead after he hurt me so badly all those years ago, but I was collapsing under all this work. So, I decided to see if he was any good.
"Unfortunately," I started and his expression dropped, "I don't have any help here which I desperately need so can I see some of your work?"
He eagerly handed me a file with some photographs. I had to admit that they were wonderful. They looked so beautiful and I enjoyed looking at them. He seemed to have regained his happy expression as he watched me look at the pictures. However, my breath caught in my throat as I looked at the last picture. It was of me:
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I was shocked because he took a photo of me, the person he left. Why would he take a photo of me? I wasn't beautiful like Veronica, everybody said so.
"W-W-What? W-When did you t-take t-this?" I stuttered.
He smiled, scratch that, grinned at me that brought back nostalgic memories of our past giving him a sort of boyish charm. I started falling in love with him all over again, but I won't do that no matter what...
'To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.'
Or
Love is to be... happy!
Yes, the second one
JUGHEAD'S POV
She looked absolutely adorable when she looked at that picture with astonishment clearly engraved in her eyes.
"W-W-What? W-When did you t-take this?" she asked softly.
I loved that rosy dust that spread across her cheeks and I had an irresistible urge to run my thumb across it.
"You were sitting in the park that day and I had come there with my camera to clear my head. The way you were looking at something was extremely adorable. You looked so beautiful and at peace that I couldn't resist taking a picture. I'm sorry I really didn't mean to, but I couldn't help myself," I honestly replied hoping she wouldn't freak out.
Tears filled her eyes as she spoke in her sweet voice, "Thank You. This is amazing and no one has ever called me beautiful."
I felt really sad listening to the last part of her sentence. I didn't realise how much she was suffering and I hated how she felt so self-conscious. She was the person that deserved the world. She was the only girl I ever truly loved and ever wanted.
"Well you are very beautiful Betty," I replied again and she blushed even harder making her look so cute, like a goddess.
She regained her composure.
"You're in. We can meet everyday before school to discuss the work for the day or week. You are free to come here in free periods as well. Here is a spare key if required," she continued in her professional voice handing me the keys.
I felt bad because her voice seemed to be devoid of any emotion unlike when she opened up a few moments before. I decided to speak my mind.
"Don't do that," I told her harshly.
"Don't do what?' she asked now pissed.
"Put your walls up. One second you seem to show your true self then you immediately put your walls up," I reasoned calmly.
"Well last I checked we weren't friends," she started yelling now harshly making me wince, "you were the one who left me remember. You ditched me for your new popular guys and made me a school loner, a target for Veronica and her fake bitches to bully me calling me 'fat' and 'ugly'. The same goes with my parents who daily tell me that I'm 'unlovable'. My parents sometimes starve me and emotionally abuse me for it. Now, even I think that it's true because nobody cares," she softened, "nobody cares long enough to stay. I'm not enough and will never be enough for anyone. I'm not surprised why you left."
I was devastated by this. We were both in tears at this point. I did the only thing that I could. I cupped her cheeks leaned in and kissed her.
BETTY'S POV
I'm still quite shocked. He is KISSING me? The school hottie is KISSING me? I kissed him back and I felt sparks fly where our lips met. The kiss lasted for a few seconds, but felt like eternity.
"Why did you kiss me? I'm not pretty like the rest," I asked because my mind was still reeling from the kiss.
He sighed and cupped my cheeks again.
"I'm sorry," he started, "I am really sorry for everything. It was a complete dick move and I should never have left the best thing in my life. I should have never left you to face the terrible things that I could've protected you from. I still regret the decision till this day and probably would for the rest of my life. I should've noticed how much you were suffering. As for the others, you are the most beautiful girl in the world despite what anyone else says. They are just jealous of how amazing, wonderful, kind-hearted, sweet, intelligent you are. Nobody compares to you and I love you. I always have and always will-"
I cut him off and kiss him again. it was a sweet and soft kiss. We pulled away quickly and I told him the one thing I wanted to, "It's okay, I forgive you and I love you too."
At this point we were both smiling like idiots with tears streaming down our cheeks and he looked at me with all the love in the world. As if I were the most precious thing ever and I know he truly was sorry and meant everything he said.
We kissed one last time and left the room hand in hand, ready to begin this beautiful adventure.
