Always Has Been You

nine

It was always her

jugheads pov

I had another dream.

Everything was like old times. We were all friends and Betty and I were dating, and I was about to kiss her, then my alarm went of. I woke back up to reality.

Those dreams make it even harder for me to go to school and see Betty, it's just an awful, horrible, disgusting feeling. I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. I eventually went back to sleep in the old, beaten down movie room.

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I woke up to a loud pounding on the door. I quickly shot up and opened the door, without realizing how a mess my hair was and that I didn't have a shirt on.

My eyes widened in shock. I can't believe he was here.

"Son, what are you still doing here? The trucks are already on their way"

Shit. I totally forgot the Drive In is now officially closed.

"I'll help you pack" I couldn't say no to that I needed the help, even if it was by my own father.

Within about 30 minutes we got all of my stuff packed up and gone.

I hopped into his old truck.

"So, where do you want me to take you?" My dad said without his eyes leaving the road ahead. "Home." He looked over at me in shock. Probably surprised that I wanted to go home with him, but I had no where else to go.

After a couple minutes, he broke the silence. "So, I've seen you around the Whyte Wyrm. I wanted to give you some space so I stayed away."

"I've seen you too, concerning your our leader." I snapped back. I wasn't in the mood to talk with him, I felt like crap.

"Why didn't you go to school?" I didn't want to answer that question.

"There's been some stuff going on..."

"How are Archie and Betty?"

"I haven't talked to them in years, but you wouldn't know because you never cared about me and that's why I left, and you probably didn't even notice." I said while lighting a cigarette.

"When you left I was devastated! I knew I totally failed at being a father, that's why I gave up drinking and I have sacrificed so much for you! For you, Jughead! You have no idea." he started to raise his voice. "I would do anything for you!"

I looked over at him, he had a tear rolling down his cheek.

The rest of the car ride was silent. We got to the Trailer Park and I put all of my stuff back in my old room. It was actually nice to be back 'home'.

I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, my face was pale and I had large bags under my eyes.

I shut my eyes, and felt a single tear tool down my cheek.

All of this was because of those stupid dreams. The dreams about Betty.

It was always her.

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