Believer ➵ Bughead

Chapter 15

(A/N: You guys are going to hate me. BUT IT'S PART OF THE PLOT SO DON'T KILL ME XD)

Jughead looked through his Instagram, stopping at a picture of him and Betty every now and then. 

He missed her so much. She made him so happy, and he always got super protective over her whenever something bad happend. But, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to forgive her.

It was like he couldn't trust her anymore.

He found another picture of him and Archie yet again, and deleted it immediately.

The front door swung opened, revealing a drenched Candy. Jughead held in his laughter, but couldn't keep it and began to snort.

It was predicted to rain that day. Hard. He knew this from reading his school's newspaper, a section provided by  the oh-so smart Dilton Doiley. But, it seemed like Candy was, unfortunately, not aware of the downpour.

She shot him a vicious glare, before going upstairs.

"And that, is why you read The Blue and Gold." He said through chuckles.

"Not in the Mood, Jughead!" She yelled back from her room.

He shook his head, grinning, before resuming his scrolling on the couch.

Sighing, he locked his phone and sat up.

Everything that had happend in the past few months had wrecked him to the core, and it made him wanting any kind of love. It was a desperate plea for endearment, from anyone.

He got up, his hunger becoming too annoying to ignore.

"Is there anything actually edible in here?" He huffed as he went through another tin box of "cookies" that had no actual cookies in it.

He switched his focus to the fridge, opening the freezer and looking for oven-ready meals.

"Hah!" He yelled in triumph, finding frozen beef patties and hamburger buns.

He opened up the box and placed the icy meat on a pan. 

As he waited for it to heat up, he went back to his phone, reading Betty's messages that she sent him.

"I'm sorry, Jughead. Please, please, talk to me."

"It's been over a month now! You can't just ignore me for that long Juggie, lol."

"I miss you. Please, say something."

He could feel himself begin to tear up again, but repressed his emotions by checking on his burger.

'Seems cooked enough.' He thought, taking the beef patty out of the pan and placing it on a bun.

The front door opened up again. Julieta came inside with her polka dot umbrella and red rain boots.

"I see, unlike your mother, you check the weather." He smirked.

"Yup, can't help but be a worried little shit about anything and everything."

He brought his burger to the couch after dousing it with a reasonable amount of ketchup. (Which means drowning it in tomato sauce, obviously.)

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're my  worried lil' shit." He joked.

Julieta stumbled at his use of words, locking eyes with him as if to see if he was serious.

"Jeez, I'm  just messin' around. You looked terrified there." He reassured, walking up to her.