There is a theory that states if two people with completely different paths find themselves entangled with each others destiny, one of them becomes the dominant and influences the other on whatever path was built for them in the future. That theory...
"Are you kidding? Do you want your father to murder me?"
Alice Cooper couldn't stop hugging her daughter, although a few days ago she was ready to slap her. She had to keep up the appearances, besides she hoped that Betty learned her lesson about hanging out with the worlds most dangerous teenager. Getting out of her mother's smothering hugs, Betty smiled. At least she was skipping school for the day after being "traumatized".
"I'll make you waffles, you deserve them after the hell you went through," Alice said, smiling at her daughter with her pink lips.
It really wasn't that bad, Betty thought, but she wouldn't dare say that out loud especially when her mother was in the room. Finally, Alice Cooper stood up and exited the room, but not without looking back at her daughter with a distressed expression. Her mother was never going to stop worrying about her and Betty wished she was still at the Jones's trailer house. Of all the places to wish for.
Betty threw the covers on top of herself, today was going to be a gloomy day. She couldn't stop thinking of Archie and how nice he appeared to be to her, of course he was always nice to her. Then her mind jumped to her parents making everything as perfect as possible. Then Jughead came to mind, he was the least perfect person, but somehow by some miraculous way of development, she felt more drawn to him than her own friends and parents. A quite tap on her window stopped her mind from wandering around and she turned to look out. She expected a lose branch in the wind, perhaps a bird, but no. Her eyes met the eyes of the one and only Jughead Jones.
Leaping from her bed and running to her door to lock it, Betty smiled and opened the window. She lifted the window frame and looked out at the strange boy who dared go to the lair of the beast. Of course, Jughead was fearless, or at least he pretended to be.
Smiling back at her, admiring her with his blue eyes, he said, "hey there Juliet, nurse off duty?"
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Shaking her head Betty gave him her hand to climb in, "the nurse is never off duty. What are you doing here? I didn't know you read Romeo & Juliet?"
"Wow, wow, slow down, so many questions!" Jughead laughed, cupping her cold face.
Feeling a shiver go down her spine from his touch, Betty smiled shyly and slipped away from his hands to close the window. Just as she was about to pull down the window board a gush of wind blew into her eyes. Betty close her eyes and blinked a couple of times, when she turned around Jughead was sitting on her bed, admiring her baby pictures.
He picked up a framed photograph and smirked at it, "how old were you?" he showed her the picture.
Betty leaped onto the bed and pulled the picture away from him. Betty Cooper was 5, building a sand castle on a beach, her glasses slipping down her nose and her expression confused as her father tried to snap a perfect picture of his perfect daughter.
