Wassupppp! By the way all of these stories are from season two or in the future. Enjoy!
Red. Wait for the green light.
Green. Let's go.
Jughead rode his motorcycle down the busy Riverdale streets, carefully, because he had promised Betty he would be safe. He was a usually careful driver, and obeyed the laws.
He turned a corner by Riverdale high hoping to catch a glimpse of Betty. Surely enough she was hand in hand with Veronica walking in to school. Now , he thought, I'd better get to school.
Jughead went over the train tracks and sped up as he got closer to south side high. As he got over the tracks a black car sped up and smashed into his motorcycle. He was knocked off the bike so hard that he flew all the way into a patch of grass ten feet away. He tried to prop himself up, but a sharp pain shot through this arm. His vision blurred, and everything went black.
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"Juggie, Juggie, Juggie." Betty was shaking him frantically. Please don't die on me jug, please! She thought. She had been called over by some serpent ten minutes ago. "Jughead Jones wake up!" His lifeless beautiful body was covered in dried blood, some fresh blood seeping through is shirt. She called an ambulance and waited patiently. She was so worried about him, missing his beautiful smile and soft voice to comfort her. She started to cry. It slowly turned into weeping into her hands on the side of the road. She looked up wiped her eyes, determination flared in her heart. I have to keep him alive.
She put her face on his chest eager to feel a heart beat. She felt a steady babum-babum. She let out a sigh of relief and took some scissors out of her backpack. She took off his serpent jacket and cut off his 'S' t-shirt and set it aside to use it as a sling for his arm. Betty grabbed the gauze filled first aid kit from her bag, because she always had to be prepared. She taped some gauze down on the gashes on lower torso and on his collarbone. There was more blood coming through that, but she knew the ambulance was on its way. Betty grabbed a cigarette from the grown and lit it back on fire. She waved it under his nose to try to wake him. He stirred a little but didn't open his eyes. There were cuts on his face so she cleaned them off on one side and turned his face to the other side. A long scrape ran down his cheek, dripping blood onto the grass. Betty ripped a small section of his t-shirt and dabbed it on the wound. She patched it up with three bandages and wrapped his t-shirt in a DIY sling around his neck and under his arm. Then she heard the sirens.
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Six hours later.
Jughead had been taken to a hospital and had to get stitches. Betty had left to go home and change out of her bloody clothes. She wasn't going back until Jughead was okay.
As Betty walked into the hospital doors she felt a cool breeze. Not air conditioning, but rather fear and excitement washing over her like a wave in the ocean. She walked up to the desk at the front of the hospital and said "I'm here to see Jughead Jones." The nurse kindly replied by saying "You bust be his girlfriend. He's been asking for you ever since he woke up. He's in room 306. Good Luck! "
"Thank you!" Betty replied. She rushed through the hallways searching for room 306.
304
305
....306.
She knocked on his door and walked in. He looked surprisingly okay. I mean it's not like he was shot or anything.
Jughead felt warm and fuzzy inside. He felt the urge to jump up and grab her and pull her into a bear hug, but he couldn't. The nurses would never let him. She slowly walked over to him her face bright red and happy. She sat and timidly, and then almost like a rabid animal tackled him into a hug. She lifted herself upward and gave him a soft, loving yet aggressive kiss. She yearned to stay there forever.
When the nurse returned to check in she discovered Betty snuggled up in her patient Jughead's arms.
SECOND ONE IS DONE HAVE A GREAT DAY!
