Bughead Oneshots // Compilation

"Stargazing."

Song: "Night Changes" by One Direction

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Going out tonight, changes into something red
Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress
Everything she never had, she's showing off

Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper have never been good at the whole dating thing.

Neither of them have had seeious relationships—Jughead would have one-time flings every now and then, but Betty remained pure, all because of the undeniable manipulation of her mother on her life. Whenever Betty had an admirer who wanted to take her out on a date, Alice Cooper would always say no, and Betty would have to be the one to break the bad news to the guy about not being interested in him or is too busy to go on the date. Sometimes, Betty regrets not going on the dates that all her admirers asked her, but in the long run, she was happy she didn't accept.

Because last night, Jughead Jones asked her on a date.

"I'd really want to take you out on a date."Jughead had told her, and she could feel her heart melt and her brain explode with confusion. Why her? Didn't he have enough girls to last himself through the year? "Stop messing with me."Betty firmly replied to him, but Jughead was persistent and didn't take no for an answer. "And I'm not messing with you!"He assured her, taking in a deep breath as he watched her turn to face him.

"You're not like all those other girls, Betty. To me, you're different, unique...special. You're beautiful and smart and sweet all at the same time, just the girl I'm looking for."Jughead said to her last night, taking steps towards her, and Betty could remember being frozen right on the spot where she stood. She could remember losing control over her body, like she suddenly went limp—and that was before he ever touched her. Jughead took her hands in his.

"Now I know I can't promise you a quintessential, typical relationship,"He spoke, gently grazing his thumb over the smooth surface of her hands. "But I really want to give us a try."

And then here she was, seated in front of her vanity, wearing a red dress that was too short and revealing for her mother's liking. It wasn't skimpy, but it was short. It showed a large portion of her smooth milky thighs, it clung to her curves tightly like it was some sort of second skin, and on top of all that, it showed her defined collarbones and a fair amount of her cleavage.

Betty didn't even know why she chose that dress—it looked like something that came straight out of Cheryl Bloosom's wardrobe, sans the black Louboutin pumps and purse that complimented well with her flamy dress.

Maybe she wore it to piss her mom off, maybe she wore it for Jughead, or maybe she wore it just for her own satisfaction.

The ends of Betty's blonde hair were curled to perfection, creating soft, delicate waves framing her cheekbones and down to her shoulders. She wore her usual natural make up, except for the flaming red lipstick that she intentionally used for the night.

Jughead told her to dress fancy, which was how she supposed their date was going to be, and knowing Jughead, she knew that this kind of fancy was exactly what he wanted.

The doorbell rang and immediately, Betty picked up her purse and walked out of her room, rushing down to the door as she quickly put on her black leather jacket. Just as she opened the door, as if on cue, Alice Cooper emerged from the staircase, looking furious with her youngest, innocent daughter.