They're seniors in this one-shot and Hal is not a serial killer.
---------Betty's POV----------
I woke up not wanting to wake Jughead and walked to his en-suite getting into the shower. After I was finished in the shower I walked back into the bedroom with my towel around my body. Jughead was awake now.
"Morning" I smiled
"What time is it " he asked
I looked at the clock next to his bed "10 past 6"
"I might as well get ready" He said standing up "I'm gonna take a shower"
He pecked my lips before going to the bathroom.
"For god sake" I muttered. My clothes were all in the wash here.
My mom woke up at six to go to work at eight. I quickly phoned here.
B: Mom?
A: Betty hey. How are you?
B: I'm good but I don't have any clothes here. Can you drop some off before you go to work?
A: Okay. Bye seetie
B: bye
I kept the towel on as I styled my hair and blow dried it and once I was finished my hair, Jughead walked in with a towel around his waist.
"All my clothes are in the wash so my mom's going to bring me some around at like half seven" I said.
I grabbed my makeup bag that I kept at Jughead's. It wasn't huge, but it had the basics, concealer lip gloss, mascara.
"Betty you know that's just putting acids on your face" he said getting dressed.
"Acids" I paused and put some concealer on a spot "Which hides my blemishes"
At this point he was now in his trousers and holding a top in his hand.
"You're perfect how you are" he said
I rolled my eyes "Your just saying that"
"No" he walked over to when I was sat in front of his mirror" I mean it"
"Well I'm still wearing it" I said
"Do what you want- but don't feel like you need it okay?"
I nodded. I put on one of Jughead's tops and a pair of his boxers they were like shorts on me. At least just until my mom arrived.
I was leaning against the kitchen texting. When Jughead walked over and placed his hands on the sides of the counters so I was trapped. I put my phone down and turned to him and I raised my eyebrows
"Excuse me Mr. Jones but personal space" I smiled
"Nope" he smiled
"He was making me feel very controlled. He was hot. He knew what he was doing and moved closer, pressing his body against mine.
"Is this too close" he asked
I couldn't really speak. I shook my head.
He leaned down and kissed me passionately on the lips. I smiled and stood on my tipitoes and he lifted me up, placing me on the counter as we continued on making out.
"You're so controlling" I whispered
He put a finger to my lip before kissing me again. I ran my fingers through his hair and his hand roamed down my back.
