Bughead Oneshots

||5 days|| Part 1

• mention of: suicide attempt, anorexia, bullying, rape & abuse (for all parts)
• implied suicide

Betty drove to the little cliff at the edge of Riverdale, Greendale already on the other side of the river, with the car from her best friend — Archie Andrews. It wasn't that high but hopefully high enough for her plan. When she arrived, the blonde hopped out of the car and walked over to the edge.

At least until she saw a person already sitting on the edge and looking down. Betty slowly walked closer and soon the person came into view.

He was familiar and still unfamiliar. His jet black hair was mostly hidden underneath a beanie, though some curls still shown through. He had grown in general too, no longer a small boy.

It wasn't long until she recognized him.

"Jughead...? Is that really you?" She asked, halting shortly behind him. She was debating on whether to hug him or stay where she was — or just leave entirely, for that matter.

The boy hesitantly turned around, eyes widening as he saw her. Betty had other things to think about but the first thing that came to her mind was something completely off topic: Jughead got hot, and super cute. Even though most of his hair was hidden away by a knitted beanie, she still thought about the way it would feel between her fingers while she was driving them through his soft hair.

"Betty??" Jughead then exclaimed, after the moment of shock had passed. She couldn't help but flinch, blushing at the thought of being caught at staring at her former best friend "What are you doing here? I thought that you moved away..."

"Oh... We... We did. We moved to the Northside and... my parents just kind of forbid me to see you and once I had put up the confidence to just go against their will, you weren't... there anymore"

"Yeah, we moved after my mom left..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"Doesn't matter"

I don't trust you anymore.

Betty sighed but nodded. Though instead of going home again, she just sat down beside him.

"So," Betty started after a while "uhm... how have you been?"

"Uh... doing stuff, going to school, living?" The other suggested, shrugging. His legs were dangling off the edge, hands gripping onto the edge until his knuckles turned white, eyes staring straight ahead.

"Are you okay...?"

"Sure"

"Then... what are you doing here, Juggy?"

The nickname stung.

"What do you mean?" He asked, head turning to smile softly at her "I'm just enjoying the view over the ocean"

"At the cliff? Even though you could have just gone to the shore further down, which is closer to the Southside?"

"Who cares? The view is better here anyways" Jughead knew that he was dizzy, visions going black every few seconds, more often than before. Betty needed to leave. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be God knows where but not next to him, not right now. If she would have just come a minute later, or maybe two.

"Hey... Are you okay...? You kind of-" Jughead tipped forward and Betty just barely caught him in time, pulling him back so harshly that the boy passed out upon coming in contact with the ground, or perhaps there was another reason.

"Fuck, Jughead!" She yelled, shaking him. Betty was shortly before doing mouth to mouth — only to keep him alive, of course — but then he thankfully groaned, eyes fluttering open.