He placed her arm around her, staring lovingly into her emerald eyes. He loved the way they gleamed when she got excited, shone brightly when she was happy, and were glazed over with lust during their special sessions, hypnotising his soul. Betty Cooper was the light in Jughead Jones' life. He was dark, the loner boy with hidden light, she was radiating with the stuff, compassionate and kind, but with her own darkness hidden inside. Maybe that's why they were drawn together like two magnets, like ying and yang. And even though having darkness, when they were around one another, the room was bright as could be.
Jughead thanked his lucky stars for Betty. Unfortunately, Jughead hadn't had the best start to life. He grew up on the Southside of Riverdale, branded as the misfit of Riverdale High. But Betty, she saved him, in every sense of the word. She swooped in with her perfect, golden, strawberry-scented hair, her soft skin and rosy cheeks, and changed Jughead's life. She made him better. And vice versa. She fought for him harder than anyone else. She fought for his dad when he was arrested, and continued fighting until the charges were finally dropped and FP could return to his home where he belonged. Jughead was deeply, madly in love with Betty. He would give up his very soul for her. All he ever wanted to do was protect her; no one would ever hurt his Betty Cooper. And damn them if they did.
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Author's Note:
A very short chapter just to kick things off and set the atmosphere. I'm psyched about writing this and the potential it has :)
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