The Hidden Southsider

Part 22:

B = Betty, J = Jughead 

B: Can we do something today?

J: Like?

B: I don't know, something fun.

J: Alright, who's definition of fun are we going off?

B: Yours, give me the classic Northsider treatment.

J: Okay, but you asked for it.

J: This is Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe.

B: I could tell by the sign.

J: Yeah, right.

B: Can I have a vanilla milkshake?

J: How do you know they have milkshakes?

B: I uh, just assumed.

J: What are you hiding?

B: You've asked me that before and I will answer the same, a lot.

J: Will you ever tell me?

B: Maybe some of it.

J: Wait, actually?

B: It'll change everything.

J: I doubt that.

B: Oh it will and it'll require a life story which I am trying to forget.

J: Okay.

B: You're not gonna keep pressuring me to?

J: Nope.

B: Okay...

B: So you're supposed to just sit and talk?

J: Pretty much.

B: I have a question for you.

J: Alright.

B: Have you ever had a girlfriend?

J: Oh my god...

B: What? You know about my ex, kinda.

J: No, I've never had a girlfriend.

B: You ever slept with a girl?

J: Can we change the subject?

B: You've not even kissed one have you?

J: Maybe.

B: *chuckles* Oh my god, are you one of those guys who waits till marriage?

J: Not necessarily. I just don't want a one night stand, I want to actually care about the girl.

B: What about kissing a girl?

J: The same logic still applies. I don't wanna kiss some random.

J: I know you had a boyfriend, so I can't ask those questions.

B: Well I mean you can ask, but the answers are obvious.

J: Have you had any other boyfriends?

B: Nope, well... yeah no.

J: Who was that well for?

B: No one I dated.

J: Did you like this guy?

B: At the time I thought he was prince charming.

J: You wanted a fairytale?

B: At the time, yeah I did.

B: I don't believe in them anymore.

J: They exist.

B: Whatever you say.

J: Why didn't you date the guy?

B: I was like eight.

J: Well obviously not then, but why not later in life?

B: We stopped talking.

J: Why?

B: That's enough questions on that subject.

J: So you've only slept with this Mal?

B: I didn't say that.

J: When did you guys start dating?

B: I don't think I can tell you that.

J: Oh c'mon yes you can.

B: 13.

J: You guys were 13 when you started dating?

B: I was.

J: And him?

B: Not exactly.

J: What do you mean?

B: He was sorta 18 at the time.

J: I'm sorry what?

J: So what, he's 21 now?

B: Kinda.

J: That's wrong.

B: It's only a five year difference.

J: Yeah, it would've been different if you weren't that young.

B: Can we skip the pedophile talk?

J: You know that's not normal right?

B: He loves me.

 J: You mean loved?

B: Not exactly.

J: Are you still dating him?

B: If he wasn't in jail, we'd be engaged.

J: Engaged?

B: Yep.

J: Oh my god...

B: You see why I didn't want to tell you?

J: He's an adult.

B: And over there I am too.

J: No, you aren't, your age doesn't change.

B: Maturity does.

J: Maturity doesn't matter, in this case.

J: I don't even know what to say right now.

B: Nothing, I didn't ask for you to say anything.

J: You were actually gonna marry him?

B: I don't know why I want to tell you everything.

J: I'm a good listener.

B: Nice try.

J: *sighs* How's your writing going?

B: Good...

J: It's actually quite funny how shy you get when I bring that up.

B: Because it's weird you care about it.

J: Not really.

B: To me it is.

J: It shouldn't be.

J: Why did you wanna marry him if he's made you insecure about writing?

B: Oh my god, let it go.

J: You can't keep saying that. You can't just say something and leave me hanging.

B: Oh I'm sorry am I interrupting your soap opera?

B: It's my life, the one thing I wanted to avoid today.

J: You wanted to avoid it says something.

B: Yes, it does okay?! Just get off of the subject.

B: You are not close enough for the truth, I have never had a single person be close enough to it.

B: I won't tell you.

B: Even if you beg on your knees.

J: Fine, I'll let it go.

B: Have you ever been drunk?

J: I've never ever drunk alcohol.

B: You're so incredibly boring.