Bughead Oneshots // Compilation

"May I have this dance?"

Song: "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran

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||J. JONES ||

I wasn't the type of person who would want to go to prom, but then here I was.

I only agreed to go to prom because my best friend, Toni Topaz, was going, and she needed a date. Her date bailed on her last minute, and since I was available—because I didn't plan on going, she practically went on her knees and begged for me to be her date.

"It's a life-changing experience, Jughead!"Toni reasoned. "Besides, you'll finally get to ask Betty out!"Ever since we became friends, Toni has always known of my huge crush on Betty Cooper, the town's very own perfect girl next door. She always teases me because I'm such a chicken for not being able to tell Bety what I really feel about her, but you can't blame me either.

All the boys that Betty has 'dated' are far different from me. They were mostly jocks, over-achievers, the kind of guys who were in her league. I am an outcast, the loner weirdo from the Southside, and I know very well that I have no chance with her.

"You know that Betty will completely turn me down."I whined when she was convincing me to go with her. "There are so many other guys who fancy her, and I'm sure she'll choose someone else."

"First of all, no one talks that way anymore."Toni said to me, rolling her eyes slightly, taking a step closer towards me. I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest. "Whatever, I like the way I talk."

"Second, Betty will surely notice you, and lastly, I caught her staring at you when you're not staring at her."

Betty Cooper was staring at me?

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|| B. COOPER ||

There he goes.

I could picture myself having heart eyes as I watched him make his way to the bench at the far end of the school lawn. Jughead Jones was a sight for sore eyes—I wonder why no other girl ever noticed how handsome he really was. How perfect his ink-black hair is, topped with his grey crown beanie, how mesmerizing his eyes are and how kissable his lips look.

I want to kiss those li—

"If you really want him that bad, just walk on over and tell him that you want him."Kevin Keller, my best—gay—friend sat on the seat across me, placing his backpack on the space beside him. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, pretending to be confused. "What are you talking abo—"

"Come on, girl. I know you have a thing for Jughead."Kevin replied, instantly cutting me off which made me frown. "And not just a thing, girl, you like him."

"I do not."I denied, slightly laughing to hide my nervousness.

"You were biting your lip."I was biting my lip?

I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, closing my eyes, silently scolding myself for letting Kevin catch me daydreaming over Jughead. No, not just daydreaming. As much as I hate to admit this, I was fantasizing about him and his dâmn kissable lips. Why does he make me feel this way?