Nobody Gets Me (Like You)

Chapter 6

Jughead groaned on the bed, his hand covering his stomach while the other pinched the bridge of his nose. Betty set her cup of coffee to the side, tucking hair behind her ear as she leaned forward.

"Hey," she breathed and he let out a deep breath. "Your dad's doing good. He, uh, woke up a few minutes ago. I just got back from his room, actually."

He sighed, swallowing thickly as he moved over on the bed. He tiredly patted the extra room he had made, his eyes still closed and his other hand still holding his stomach.

She bit her lip as she slipped out of her shoes, laying down next to him. She laid on her side so she could see him, slowly combing her hand through his hair.

"How do you feel?" she asked in a hushed whisper and he moaned. "Bad?"

"It hurts like a bitch," he grumbled, his voice gruff from the intubation from surgery. "But I'm not going to cry for my mommy in front of my girlfriend." She laughed, cupping his chin and titling it down so she could kiss him. He groaned, squeezing her thigh. "Don't tempt me," he whispered against her mouth and she laughed again, kissing his cheek. He groaned tiredly, breathing heavily. "I'm tired," he whispered groggily.

"That's normal," she muttered, continuing to stroke his hair. "Go to sleep, Jug. I'm not going anywhere."

He let out a heavy and deep sigh, resting his head on her chest. She combed her fingers through the thick strands, his eyes falling closed after he struggled to keep them open for a minute. He started to snore softly in seconds and she smiled tinily, placing a delicate kiss on the top of his head.

She felt her heart strings tug when he squeezed her close. She rested her cheek against the top of his head, still faintly stroking his hair. She breathed deeply and slowly, shaking her head. The idea was insane.

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Within a few days, they were at Jughead's dad's trailer. Jughead was still pretty much bed-bound, but was able to move around with a slight limp.

"Jug, I have to go," Betty whispered one morning and Jughead whined. "My mom is going to kill me if I don't."

"And I will die if you don't take care of me," he challenged and she laughed, moving out of the bed. "Betty!"

"You can live without me for a few hours," she giggled, covering him with the blanket. "I'll be back by nine at the very latest."

"But I'm hurt!" he whined and she laughed, kissing him quickly.

"I do not have time to listen to you complain," she giggled and he groaned. "I have to shower."

Betty pulled her shirt down, sighing. She pulled her skirt up and placed a hand on her stomach, turning quickly when Jughead started to cough. When he laughed she gave him an unamused look, only making him laugh harder until he grunted.

"That's what you get," she huffed, coming to sit next to him on the bed. "I told you not to do that."

"You looked so sad staring at yourself in the mirror," he started and she swallowed thickly. "I couldn't just leave you like that and I know that's something that gets your attention in seconds."

"I was not sad-"

"You were sad," he chuckled sadly and she sighed, sitting down on the bed beside him. "You look... psh. Jesus Christ Betty, sometimes I think I made you up in my dreams." She rolled her eyes, ducking her head. "I'm serious. I may have been drugged up, but I meant it when I called you beautiful. Betty, you might as well be a goddess. And if your parents or family are too ignorant to see that, screw them. They don't deserve you anyway," he added in a whisper and she swallowed thickly, a small smile on her face as he wiped a tear off of her cheek.