Believer ➵ Bughead

Chapter 5

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, SPECIFICALLY BETTY'S SELF HARM AT THE  FIRST PART RIGHT AFTER THE 3 DOTS.

"I cannot believe you just left me there." Jughead said as he entered Betty's white Volkswagen CC sedan, banging the car door. 

"Juggie! Be careful!" 

"Sorry, it's just...I cannot believe Julieta grew up with such a horrid attitude. It's unbelievable."

"She seems interesting, but she's 15, right? Makes sense that she acts like that." Betty added in as she backed out of the driveway, speeding away from the desert home, fading out of view little by little.

" It's still going to be absolute hell going through her everyday." 

"I think you're exaggerating a bit too much, Jug."

"How can a young girl be so...bitchy?" Jughead started laughing at his use of words.

Betty joined in, giggling as well. 

"She's pretty adorable." Betty said, finishing off her little chuckles.

"Not going to lie to you Betts, she's quite a chubby chipmunk."

Betty gasped.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"I'm just joking! She's a cutesy wittle chipmunk." Jug responded with a child's voice.

She laughed.

"You'll learn to tolerate her."

Jughead rested his head on the corner of his window, watching the sun set. The sun melted into the horizon, almost as if it lost its glow. Other cars passed by, children in some, men dressed up with suits in others. All of them were coming back to their home after a long day of work. He closed his eyes.

Betty looked over at him. He began to snore, his beanie falling over after a speed bump. She looked back to the road and continued to drive. She noticed how fast it became dark, the stars coming into view quickly. 

She's always seen the stars every night, and noticed how pretty they looked. But tonight, she didn't really care about how pretty they looked. She just cared about how it illuminated her lover's face as she drove through the evening.

...

"G'night..." Jug said as he pulled the comforter up to himself. He yawned, and went back to sleep. Betty closed her bedroom door, and went into Polly's. 

Ever since they had gotten Hotdog, Polly had been strangely sweet. 

Man's best friend, Pregnant emotional teen's softener.

"Hi Polly." She noticed Hotdog  by the side of her bed, sleeping.

"She's tuckered out. Too much playing, I guess." Polly said.

" Seems like it, hey, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" 

"Of course, G'night Betty Boop. " 

Betty giggled and closed the door walking to the bathroom, removing her makeup. She looked back at herself in the mirror. Her face was dimly illuminated by the lights, and it still looked the same. Dull, ashy, pale. She rubbed her cheeks vigorously trying to add color, and she succeeded for a mere two seconds before it faded into her same pale shade. She hated her face and how lifeless she looked without makeup. She pulled her hair a few times before continuing to wash her face, and hopped into the shower.