Bughead Oneshots // Compilation

"Merry Christmas, Betts."

Song: "Jingle Bell Rock" by The Vamps

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Merry Christmas, unicorns.

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|| THIRD PERSON ||

Betty, age 4
Jughead, age 5

"But I wanna go see Juggie now!"A three-year old Betty Cooper whined, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she jumped out of excitement in her mother's kitchen. Her mother, Alice Cooper, who was at the time frosting gingerbread cookies, laughed, lifting her head up to watch her daughter stomp her foot in frustration. Betty has never been the patient daughter, especially whenever a certain beanie-wearing raven-haired boy was included in the scenario.

"And you will see Jughead, dear."Alice assured, putting the piping bag down on the granite countertop, looking down at the rows of carefully decorated cookies aligned perfectly on the wax paper. "Just not now. We talked about this already, Betty. The Joneses were invited to our house for Christmas Eve dinner, which is tonight, and they promised they would come."

"But can't we go see him now?"Betty whined, pouting at her mother, hands clasped together. "Please, Mama?"She pleaded, making sure to blink her eyes several times, batting her eyelashes. She knew that not even the fearless and fierce Alice Cooper could resist such charm.

And Alice, knowing that she had lost, placing her hands on her hips, looking down at her daughter. "Fine, we'll go for a visit but you will have to help me finish frosting the rest of the cookies first."She replied, giving up, knowing that her daughter would only continue to bug everyone about assisting her to go to the Jones' trailer.

"No p-wonlem!"Betty cheered, climbing one of the stools, picking up a piping bag. Alice smiled.

Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones have always been the best of friends. They were practically inseparable!

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, a distraught Jughead Jones sat on his mother's kitchen countertop, throwing a tantrum.

"Why do I have to wait for seven ho-wes?"Jughead whined, ifngers tangled in his soft raven hair, ready to pull his hair out any time. Gladys Jones was baking pastries, now mixing the batter for her signature Chocolate Fudge Cake as her Peach Pie baked in the oven. She laughed at her son's lack of proper pronunciation of words that included the letter 'R', setting the batter aside as she washed her hands.

"Hours, Forsythe."She corrected, only causing her son to frown. "Whatever."He mumbled, jumping off of the countertop, walking over to his father, who was sitting on the couch, watching a baseball game. He climbed up to his father's lap, pouting. FP Jones, who was a strong and feared man, softened at the sight of his son, and frowned at the look on his son's face.

"What did mama do this time?"He sighed teasingly, glancing at his wife, winking at her playfully. "She won't let me go see Betty, and she makes fun of me!"Jughead ranted, flaying his arms around as he glared.

But Jughead Jones never did have a scary look on his face.

FP laughed, watching his son. "But you're seeing Betty tonight! Can't you just wait till then?"he asked, looking into his son's eyes, knowing that Jughead already made up his mind. He shook his head, a pout still on his face, and FP nodded. "Okay then...get dressed, and I'll call her mom to let her know we're coming."