In Your Arms | A Bughead Story

Chapter 7

Betty Cooper:

My mom comes home today, I'm actually quite happy. It's gotten lonely these past two weeks of it being just me. So I head to the air port to pick her up when I get a call.

"Hey honey," my mom's voice rings through the phone. 

"Hey mom, I'm on my way now so-," I start getting cut off quickly.

"Oh honey, god I'm sorry. Last night I fell a sleep early and forgot to call you. They've expanded the trip for another month," She apologizes. 

"Oh okay, that's fine I can just turn around and head to Pop's or something," I quickly say, not wanting to make her feel bad. Even though it made me upset a little, that I wouldn't be seeing her for another month.

"Are you sure, I'm sorry," she keeps apologizing. 

"Yes mom, it's okay," I chuckle through the phone. Taking a back road to turn around as I head to Pop's instead. A milkshake does sound good right now. 

"Alright, well I miss you. But I have to go, I have to be at the  New York office in 10 minutes are you doing okay, staying safe," In the back of my mind, the last part of what she said, went straight to the dirty part of my mind. 

"Yes mom, I'm good. I'll talk to you later," I laugh through the phone as I pull into the parking lot of Pop's.

"Okay honey, love you talk to you tonight," I can practically see the smile on her face, just by her voice.

"Okay love you, bye," I hang up as I walk in. The bell above the door jingles signaling that someone had walked in. Causing the few people in the booth's to turn curiously to me. 

"Hey Pop, one strawberry milkshake please," I smile over the counter, he sends a thumbs up from the kitchen, causing a giggle to leave my lips. As I take a seat at one of the few booth's here. Glancing around at my surroundings until I spot the back of someone. Noticing straight away who it was because of the beanie placed on his head, and the laptop in front of him as he stares down at it with furrowed brows. Writing away, with his skill-fulled fingers. I consider not bothering his writing but a part of me wanted to talk to him. Get to know him again.

"Hey Jug," I smile as I find the courage to walk up to the booth. My voice surprising him as his eyes snap up to meet mine. He must've been too busy writing when I first came in, to notice the bell or me talking to Pop.

"Betty, hey what are you doing here," he asks still surprised by me talking to him outside of school.

"Craving a milkshake," I say honestly, forgetting the part about going to pick my mom up.

"I know how you feel," he motions to his, placed beside his laptop. Vanilla interesting.

A chuckle escapes my lips, as the tension starts to build. Why is it so awkward to talk to him, I'm not like this with other people. Only him. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as we continue to stare at one another. 

"Do you want to sit," Jughead makes the first move to talk. A sigh leaves my lips as I feel the tension start to leave. 

"So writing are we," I smile at the laptop. Seeing him glance down at his screen with uncertainty. 

"What are you writing about," I find myself pushing for information. 

That's when things change, because a tint of pink appears on his cheeks. Is he blushing, why. 

"You," he admits honestly, causing my eyes to widen in surprise as his eyes do the same, did he really just say that. 

"Shit," I hear him curse under his breathe, a giggle leaving my mouth as I watch him squirm.

"Jug it's fine," I laugh, grasping a hold of his free hand without even thinking. In the moment trying to comfort him and tell him everything's fine. But in the end sparks run over my skin, as goosebumps form, and I freeze. 

So does he, looking down at my hand that's placed on his, as his cheeks deepen in red.

"More specifically about me, you and Archie when we were younger," he quickly says wanting to change the topic.

"I remember those days, they seem like yesterday sometimes don't they," I smile thinking back at being young and for some reason so mesmerized by Archie. But when I look back now, all I can see is the little black haired boy with beautiful blue/green eyes. As he tried to not be mad at me and Archie for leaving him out most of the time. Poor Jug.

"Yeah," he smiles too, a breathtaking smile. Teeth showing and all, as I feel my cheeks heat up at staring at him for too long. Betty what are you getting yourself into

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"Hey B," Veronica walks into my room. She's been doing that a lot recently. 

"How are you always getting into my house," I laugh,

"You're door's always unlocked," her eyes show with amusement.

"Anyway I came here to talk to you about something," a smug expression appearing on her face, it's very unsettling. 

"What are you up to Veronica Lodge," I eye her suspiciously. 

A smirk now forming as these words leave her lips, "we're throwing a party," 

FUCK!