Bughead Oneshots

||5 Days|| Part 3

Betty slowly opened her eyes, only to see black hair. She smiled softly, sitting up, though she was careful to not wake him up. Betty went to the kitchen and made some breakfast, wanting to bring it to Jughead on the couch. Though he was already in the kitchen before she was finished.

"What? No, go back to the couch" she directed "I'm bringing you breakfast to the couch"

"Betty, you don't-"

"Already making it, no excuses. Go and sit down. I don't want you to overwork, after yesterday. You passed out multiple times"

"I'm fine"

"Just sit down, will you?" she asked, turning around to see him leaning on the doorframe. Jughead sighed softly and then walked over to the table, sitting down on a chair.

"I'm really fine, you know?"

"I just want to make sure"

"While were are on that topic. Do you have some bandages?"

"For your arm?"

"Yes, I should change them"

"Yeah, sure, in the bathroom" Jughead nodded and got up, walking to the bathroom to search for the bandage to wrap a new one around his arm. He hadn't even looked at it since the prior day.

Finally finding some, he grabbed two and then changed his bandages, throwing the old ones in the trash can, before walking back in the kitchen. Betty was just getting a bottle of maple syrup out.

"We can go back to the couch" she suggested before adding "pancakes are already in the living room"

Jughead was caught up in the illusion. The illusion of that being their real life. The two living together, maybe on semester break, bring together with Betty.

So he smiled and then walked in the living room, Betty following. When they sat down, he squeezed so much maple syrup on the pancakes that they drowned in it. He already munched on the first layer of pancake when he remembered the calories.

He loved food. He loved especially pancakes but thinking about the almost 200 calories just on that bite made him want to push away the plate and spit it out in the toilet.

"Are you okay?"

No. No he wasn't, by far.

She should realize that by now.

"Yeah, sure"

"It should just taste like the ones from Pop. I asked him for the recipe a few months ago"

"Yeah, yeah, they are"

They really did taste good.

But it made him sick to his stomach.

Jughead took a new bite though, and a third one. Not because he suddenly wasn't scared anymore or because he was able to push away the thought of gaining weight but because he had promised Betty. He would keep his promise.

And he really did miss pancakes. Jughead hasn't had them for at least two years.

The feeling became unbearable after the second one though. He pushed the plate away and set fork and knife down.