My brother's best friend

Christmas Day

I woke up next to Jughead that morning and woke him up immediately. He didn't want to get up at first, but I made him. 

"Betts...what time is it?" 

"It's 8:00 AM" 

"I'm going back to bed." 

"Jughead, get up!" I said starting to smack him with a pillow. He rolled over and she was starting to get really annoyed. 

"Get up!" 

"No!" 

"Get up, Forsythe!" 

"Never!" 

"Get up and I'll make you my famous blueberry pancakes." I smiled. He sat up and smiled. We went downstairs and found my mom and Polly drinking coffee. 

"Oh Jughead, Chic told me what you asked, and you can stay here as long as you need." My mom smiled. He nodded and my mom took him to the kitchen. Polly stood up and went over to me. 

"So, when are you gonna tell Chic?" 

"Chic what?"

"That you and Jughead are seeing each other." She smiled. I shushed her and hit her playfully. 

"How do you know?" 

"I guessed. But now that I know-" 

"Polly, please!" 

"Fine, but I have a few questions." She smirking crossing her arms. I nodded and felt a pit in my stomach. 

"Have you two...kissed?" 

"Yes." 

"Have you told anyone?" 

"Only Veronica, Kevin, and Fangs know." 

"Have you guys said 'I love you' yet?" 

"Yes." 

"Who said it first?" 

"Jughead." 

"Do you guys have pet names?" 

"Yeah." 

"What are they?"

"Why are you asking me so many questions?" I asked. She gave a sinister smile. 

"It's so boring in California. I want to come back to Riverdale...unless you come with me." 

"Polls, you know I love you. But I can't move, while life is here. I can't leave mom, Chic, Veronica-" 

"Do you really see yourself with that boy in the future?!" 

"I do, Polly. It's my relationship, not yours. Stay out if it!" I said angrily. I waited 10 minutes and then it was time to open presents. It took 20 minutes and I realized that I hadn't given Jughead his present yet. I went upstairs and grabbed the box and come downstairs. Chic and my mom gave us dirty looks while we opened the presents. We opened our huge presents first, we had gotten each other typewriters. 

"Thanks Jug." 

"Thank you Betts." 

"Wait, Jug Betts and your are your guys pet names?!" Polly exclaimed. 

"Well actually, I'm Juggie." He smiled. I put my hand over his mouth and sarcastically smiled. 

"Open your present, Jug." I said taking my hand away from his mouth. He took out the sliver watch and smiled. Tears of joy came into his eyes. 

"Jug?! Are you okay?!" 

"Yeah, I'm fine...it's just...I've never gotten a Christmas present before." He smiled. There was a moment of silence. 

"I remember being in 2nd grade, and the teacher asking the top 7 things we wanted. The boys wanted trains and the girls wanted dolls. I remember what all I put on my list like it was yesterday. 

1. Running water. 
2. A bed to sleep in. 
3. Mommy and Daddy not to fight. 
4. No alcohol. 
5. Mommy not to have cancer. 
6. Dad not to call me mean names. 
7. To be loved. 

That was the moment that it hit. Jughead really hadn't been loved before. It broke my heart.  

"Read that back of the watch, but in your head!" I smiled. Engraved on the back was: 

"I love you to the moon and back. Merry Christmas, my love." -B.C 

He smiled and side hugged me. I then took out my box and gasped when I saw it.

"Juggie! It's beautiful!" I gasped. I hugged him and Chic split us apart. 

"Chic, I got something for you too." Jughead said handing him something. Chic opened it up and smiled. It was a picture of him and Jughead from when they were working together over the summer. We all shared laughs and drank a lot of hot chocolate. It was nice. However, when the doorbell rang, we were in trouble. Chic got the door. Then came in...Jughead's abusive father. 

I went in front of Jughead, blocking him from Fp. He laughed and eyed Polly, she was scared. 

"Dad, please just leave." Jughead begged. 

"Merry Christmas. you disappointment." 

"Don't call him that!" I yelled. Fp came close to me. 

"And who are you, hot stuff?" Fp flirted. I felt a pit in my stomach. Jughead pushed me away and began to yell at him. 

"You pervert! Get out of this house or I'll call the police!" Jughead yelled. 

"Go!" Jughead screamed. I had never seen that side of him before. It was scary. It wasn't the boy I fell in love with. Fp left and Jughead sat there. He then stood still, but you could still see the tears in his eyes. When the tears began streaming down his face I ran up and hugged him. Chic then followed and hugged him too. Polly did also. So did my mom. We all had a group hug, and Jughead sure did. 

Polly, Chic, and my mom walked over to the Andrews to say hi. Jughead and I sat on the couch right next to each other. 

"Jug, you can cry. I see them in your eyes." 

"Men don't cry." 

"All your life, you've been sad. You've been depressed, alone, and unloved. You've been abused by your alcoholic father and your mom died when you were 11. You deserve these tears." I whispered. He shook his head and then a few minutes later, the tears came. He began to sob and he laid his head on my shoulder. I held him while he cried. It broke my heart 

"You're not alone anymore, Juggie. You'll never be alone. Never again!" I cried. His crying made me cry. It was a sad holiday for both of us.