Slowly Bleeding Lies ~Bughead~

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           Jughead's POV: She made me leave, claiming that it'll be easier without me there. I had no idea why, but eventually I'd find out. And Betty would be happy again. Maybe all of her pain would be gone. She'd forget about me. All she needs is Polly, and it'll be like nothing happened.
          I'd arrived back at my trailer, while avoiding my dad. The last thing I needed was talk about the Serpents. That word always reminds me of Betty. I can't even find the breath to say it. Right when I was opening my laptop, I heard a knock at the door. I closed it again, feeling annoyed.
           My dad had disappeared, most likely to go to his bar he left behind. I opened the door aggressively, waiting to see who was waiting. In front of me stood the red haired boy, Archie. "Archie." I said. He gave a light smile. "You wanna come in?" I asked. "Nah. I'm fine out here." He confirmed. "Ok. Well, what is it?" I asked. "I need to talk to you about Betty." He said. The sound of her name brought sickness to my stomach. "What about her?" I tried to act natural. "I uh, don't want to make you uncomfortable, but...do you still have feelings for her?" He asked me. It took me a minute to find the right words. "I actually don't. No." I lied. "Are-Are you positive?" He asked. "Always." I said. "Has she ever said anything about me?" He asked.
          What kind of question was that? You can't just ask someone that. "Not that I recall." I said while examining the setting behind Archie. "Do you think she likes me?" He asked. "Look, I don't know. Just ask her." I said, and shut my door. My back was straight up against the door, and I slowly slid down it. I didn't like when people saw me cry, but crying alone made me feel better. It let it all out.
Still, the thought of Betty with any other boy makes me mad. I shouldn't be mad. She isn't mine to keep anymore, and I don't want to keep dragging her down with me. I just have to except it if she still likes Archie. I'll go back to sitting in the school halls alone, wondering what I'm doing with my life and why I'm still here.
It'd been hours of me and my computer. Eventually my dad came home, but I went right into my bedroom when he came inside. My eyes were starting to burn from my screen, but I kept watching the words pile up one after one.
Betty's POV: All day, I had been sleeping. At least, attempting to. When the doorbell rang I sprung up off of my bed. In hope that behind the door would be Jughead. There was doubt though. I made sure I looked presentable in the mirror by the door, and opened it. It wasn't Jughead. It was my mom. "Betty. I have something to tell you." She said. "What?" I got nervous. "Did something happen?" I asked. "No." She answered shortly. And then, she reached to the side of the door to pull out Polly. My sister. I gasped, and jumped to hug her. I heard her giggle, and I realized I missed that. "If you'll excuse me, I have to have a talk with your dad." She said while going to find him. "Polly, you're back!" I said. "I know, Betty. And the best part is, she's letting me keep the baby. " She smiled sweetly while rubbing her stomach. "Let's go." I said while shutting the door. I led her to my bedroom.
           "Hasn't changed a bit." She stated while sitting on my bed. "Yeah." I said. "So what's been going on with you?" I asked her. "Same old same old. Spending my time in the garden." She said sadly. "But, this isn't about me. What about you?" She asked. "Wow." I said, thinking about all that's happened. "You got a lot of time?" I asked her. She nodded in agreement kindly. I started from the very beginning. By the treehouse, the Drive In, Pop's, to now. It took a lot of breath. "So that's who he was." She said. "What?" I asked. "He went with you to my group home." She said while readjusting. "Oh. Jughead." I said. I felt a hand on my arm. She was warm, and it brung comfort to me. "Can I tell you a little secret?" She asked me while lifting my head up. Before I could speak, we both heard a door slam downstairs. We waited in silence until my door popped open. "Your dad didn't tell me." She said. "What?" We both asked. "He didn't tell me that before you left he was making you an appointment for the baby." She said. And she shut the door. Again, it was plain silence. "What were you saying, Betty?" She asked me. "Yes. I would love to hear a secret." I said.
         "Jughead, you know, the one you're talking about all the time?" She asked. "What about him, Polly?" I asked her while tilting my head. She laughed. "How do you think I'm here?" She asked. My eyes were mysteriously flicking around the room. I didn't get it. "What?" I asked her. "He's the one who sent me back to you." She said while getting up. "How?" I asked. She shrugged, and before she walked out she said, "He cares about you way too much." She smiled, and shut the door.
          Why would he do this?
          Did he do this so I'd forget about him?
          Because it didn't work. It made it all worse for me.

          And I hoped it was easy for him.