If I Were Him (Bughead) ✓

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Jughead awoke the next morning by a cool breeze, causing him to shiver a little under his sheets. He had still yet to change them out for a comforter, being that it was getting quite cold out lately. He looked over to find his window open, and the blonde missing from his side in bed. 

He sighed before getting out of bed, pulling on a sweatshirt of his and re-adjusting his jeans he fell asleep in. Before he'd forget, he checked the time on his phone. 

9:28 am

What was she even doing up this early? And why had she gone outside? He couldn't answer either of those questions. 

Jughead walked over to the window, peeking out to see her sitting where he was the other night.  He slipped through the small space of the window, throwing his hood up over his head. He could only now think of how cold it was out, but that was until he noticed her wearing one of his zip-up hoodies. 

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, coming up and sitting down next to her. She didn't say anything, or even try to look him in the eye. "Betts, what's wrong?" 

"Jug..." she spoke. "Can we just...can we forget about last night? Forget it ever happened..." 

Jughead gulped hearing her words. Last night he had told her he had loved her, and still did. He had confessed his stupid feelings for her and now she didn't want to-

"I don't want you to think of me as some mess..." She interrupted his thoughts, not letting him finish. "I-I'm...I'm not..."

He knew where this was going. "Betty, don't hate yourself for a human reaction." 

"Jug-"

"It's not like you could control it anyway," he told her. She didn't say anything – or wouldn't – so he took it as a sign to keep going. "You're human, Betty. Humans have emotions. And if those said emotions get too strong, they turn into explosives, waiting to be lit. It's only a matter of time before they go off." 

"I know, but..." she sniffed, hugging her knees to her chest. "I don't want you seeing me like that...it's embarrassing." 

"Only if you make it," he added. "And why does it even matter if I see you like that? I won't judge you, you know that." 

Betty didn't know what to say, or how to explain to him what she felt. She could only look away from him, hoping he hadn't seen how red her cheeks had gotten. 

Elizabeth Cooper was a very smart girl, but completely clueless when it came to her emotions and feelings. To her, they were way too complicated to even try to understand. 

"Betts..." Jughead started. "That wouldn't be the only thing you'd want to forget of last night, would it?" 

She could hear his nervousness in his words, knowing what he was referring to. She couldn't help but smile a little. "That's all, Juggie." 

He let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been keeping in, sighing in relief. Though it didn't mean she wanted him to love her, she didn't completely want nothing to do it. She didn't hate him, and that was enough to cause a smile to grow on his face...well, until he saw her shiver. 

"Are you cold?" he asked, slightly worried. 

"A little," she confessed. 

Without another thought, he got up and went back inside for a moment, then coming back out with a blanket. She giggled as he laid it over top of her, snuggling into it. The familiar redness came back to her cheeks when he sat down behind her, his legs on either side of her. She was sitting right between his legs, and if she were to say she hated it, it would be a lie.