Betty Cooper:
Jughead Jones, one of my old friends. Someone who for some reason completely drifted apart from everyone else. Became his own person, as if he didn't need or he didn't want to be around anyone else.
He became quiet, to himself. And quite sarcastic when you actually had a conversation with him. But I don't get it, how come he changed. I mean yeah everyone changes, but for some reason everything about him changed. Sometimes though, when I called him Juggy I could still see that look in his eyes, the same look that he used to always get when I would call him by this name. And, for some unknown reason that gave me hope, that maybe just maybe he hadn't changed as much as I thought he had.
There was always something about being around him when I was little that brought me comfort. And, sometimes it still feels like that, he was always the person I could go to with my problems and even now with us being so distinct it still feels that way. But today in the hall he completely blew me off, I don't know if he is just getting annoyed with me, or he hates me now for some reason.
But it really hurt, and it feels unusual for this feeling to come from Jughead and not from the specific red head that I've been crushing on since 1st grade. And, that made me mad. How come my mind is doing this to me, making me think things that I know aren't true. How come I'm feeling this way now, of all times.
"Hey Betty," Archie snaps my mind from my thoughts.
"Huh yeah," I ask confused looking up at the people at our table. Archie, Kevin, and Veronica. There was a part of me, that hated that Jughead wasn't here. Stop Betty, stop thinking these things.
"You zoned out on us," he chuckles looking around the table.
"Oh um, sorry..Just thinking," I smile through my teeth, just pretend everything is alright, they'll believe you. And I was right because they soon went back to their own conversation.
And, of course my mind drifted back to the raven haired boy, who for some reason felt like was never going to leave my mind.
**
Warm lips, ignited every nerve cell in my body. Warm hands caressed my skin, as chills ran down my spine. I kept pulling and pulling and it didn't seem like the body could get any closer to me. I wanted to get closer. Be skin to skin, I needed it.
I couldn't see his face, only the dark locks of hair falling down his forehead as he leaned into pepper kisses down my neck, a moan escapes my lips as I give into the pleasure.
"Elizabeth, wake up," I hear a distinct voice echo from the room causing my eyes to snap open in surprise.
The sun comes in through my curtains lighting my room, and when I look around it's empty. I was dreaming.
"Honey," A knock comes from my door, my mother slowly emerges into my room. Happy that I'm up.
"Good your up, today's a big day," She smiles walking in further, I sit up in confusion. Looking over at her while I wipe the sleep from my eyes.
"Why," I mumble trying to still fully catch my breath from the not so appropriate dream.
"Because I go on my business trip...You know how important this is for me," She smiles, hey she's changing...And, I appreciate this new nice side of her, she's trying at least. It's been rough since my dad left previously, this will be good on her, to get out of Riverdale for a while.
"Yes I know, but it's a Saturday...So why do I have to be up so early," I ask standing up from my bed and throwing my hair up into a messy ponytail.
"Because I need you to drive me to the airport, you'll need the car while I'm gone...I will be gone for two weeks..I told you that right," she question pacing the room while putting my clean sweaters into my dresser.
"Oh yeah, sorry my mind has been...a little weird lately," I admit, but she doesn't press on the information, only smiles and says to meet her downstairs in 10 minutes.
**
"Bye honey, see you at the end of the month...You have the money for food right," she asks grabbing her suitcase out of the back of the car.
"Yes mom, you gave me everything...Now go before you miss your flight," I chuckle, starting the engine.
"Okay, well I love you," she smiles walking away from the car and heading into the front doors of the airport.
"I love you too," I mutter under my breath heading back to my house. And, it just settles in that my dream wasn't about Archie.
Oh shit, but who was it
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In Your Arms | A Bughead Story
FanfictionThe story of Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones. People say opposites attract, but is that always the case.