Serendipity - A Bughead Fanfiction

twenty three - extraordinary

♥betty♥

My heart pounds as I hug him from behind, the wind blowing on my face as we ride down the cool streets of Riverdale on his motorcycle. I lean my chin on his shoulder, my eyes not being able to drop from his face. The moonlight gleamed upon him so beautifully, highlighting his sharp bone structure. Pure love is all I feel. How do I know what love even feels like, you may wonder? How do I know this is it? I don't. I just know this is the most overwhelmed I have ever felt by the feelings I've had towards someone. The most magical I've felt when I'm around someone. The most jittery I've gotten when I thought about someone. The most joy I've felt when I looked at someone. If this isn't love, then I don't know what is. That's why I'm sure that this.. this is the most powerful love there is. 

I kiss his shoulder, his skin revealed by the wind blowing on his clothes. He smirks down at me before looking back at the road. 

I recognize the way we're going now, nearing my street. Soon enough, we're pulling into my empty driveway, my parents visiting their friends somewhere 3 hours from here. 

The engine dies, his helmet being pulled off and his hair flopping over his face before he swiftly pulls it back. His feet reach the ground, mine don't. He easily gets off, looking at me with a smile. 

"You need help?" he chuckles as I struggle to unbuckle the latch on my helmet.

"No! No.. I-I got it." I strain, my fingers trembling from the cold and the nerves in my body causing my hands to jitter. 

"Betty- let me just..." he says grabbing my wrists and putting them down gently. 

I look down in embarrassment, his wide grin showing how much he wants to laugh at me. He unbuckles it within seconds. 

"I could've done it." I say quietly.

He puts out a hand for me to hold as I get off the bike, "I'm sure you could've."

I hop off, hanging the helmet on the handle of the motorcycle.

He doesn't let go of my hand, instead intertwining his fingers between mine. I look up at him with a sheepish smile. 

I pull him along as I walk up to my front door, unlocking it. My mind spins with thoughts, what was he thinking would happen inside? What am I expecting to happen? I'm not even sure myself.  I know what I want, but is it what should happen?

I lock the door behind us, pulling him up the stairs, constantly turning my head to smile at him.

Once I reach the top of the stairs, something comes over me, pulling him harshly and kissing him.

I grab his other hand, biting my lip as I face him, walking backwards towards my room. Once my back hits my door, I put my hand on his neck, kissing him again, and the other hand opening the door. It swing open with the pressure he applies on me against the door. Our lips still joint, he spins me around, shutting the door with my back. One hand dances on my back, the other on my cheek. 

I put one of my hands over his hand on my cheek, letting go of his lips and looking up at him with heavy breath. 

"Jug.. I- I.. love you." I smile. I couldn't say what I wanted to.

"I love you too, Betts."

I put a hand on his chest, pushing him so I have enough room to slip from his hovering stature. I pull him to my bed, telling him to sit next to me. 

"What do you wanna do?" he asks.

I can't help but chuckle. 

"What? What's so funny?" he whines.