Just a bunch of Oneshots for one of the cutest couples ever.
Most of the stories will be just Bughead fluff. If it's a mature theme (it probably won't be) I'll give you a heads up.
Swearing isn't very common in this book but it is there. But it's...
I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. I looked over at the alarm clock next to me. It read 3:00am. I had a terrible stomachache and my head was pounding. I flopped back down in bed but I instantly regretted it. I ran to the bathroom and threw up.
After a few minutes I left the toilet and rested my back against the tub. My mom and dad were at a writers conference a few hours away and Polly and the twins went back to the farm for the week so I was alone. I got up and washed my hands and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Once I had gotten my water I went back to my room and laid down. I felt so sick. I reached for my phone and called the one person I could.
"Betts?" Jughead's ruff voice came through the phone.
"Juggie." I said into the phone. "I'm so sorry to call you so late a night but I'm really sick and I'm all alone." I said trying not to cry.
"I'll be over in 10 minutes." He said. "I love you."
"I love you to." I said. I hung up then went and unlocked the front door. I walked back upstairs and crawled into my bed. My eyes slowly closed as I drifted off to sleep.
*
I quickly sat up in bed and ran to the bathroom. I threw open the lid to the toilet and threw up. Not five seconds later someone was behind me holding my hair up and rubbing my back.
"Don't worry Betts." Jughead said. "I got you."
It took a few minutes before I was finished. I sat with my back against the tub and Jughead flushed the toilet. He then knelt down beside me. "Better?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.
"A bit." I said weakly.
He helped me stand up and we walked over to the sink. I rinsed out my mouth and washed my hands.
"Can you get me another glass of water." I asked weakly as I crawled back into my bed.
"Of course babe." Jughead said. He grabbed the glass next to my bed and went to the kitchen to get me water.
I looked over at the clock next to my bed. It was 5:00 am.
Jughead came back into my room with my water. "Thank you." I said as he handed it to me. I took a small drink and laid back down in bed. Jughead climbed in the bed next to me.
"Juggie your going to get sick." I said.
"I don't care Betts, as long as you feel better."
"I love you Romeo." I said looking up at him.
He kissed my forehead "I love you to Juliet."
I fell asleep almost instantly with a smile on my face.
*
I woke up the next morning feeling alot better. I quietly got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Juggie as a thank you.
About 20 minutes later I was placing eggs on the plates which already had bacon and pancakes. Just then Juggie came down. "Good morning." I said, then I looked up. "Oh my goodness! Juggie you look terrible."
"Thanks." He said, sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant." I said as I walked toward him. I put the back of my hand to his forehead. "Juggie, your burning up. I told you you were going to get sick. Now go upstairs and I will make you some soup."
"Ok." He said, then he trudged his tired body up the stairs.
I put the breakfast I had made away and made Jug some chicken noodle soup.
I slowly opened the door. "Here's your soup." I said walking into the room. Jughead was sitting on my bed, typing on his laptop. He set his laptop on the side of the bed and grabbed the soup out of my hand.
"Thank you." He said as he began eating the soup. I crawled in bed next to him.
"Netflix?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"You read my mind." He said.
I kissed his forehead then grabbed the remote.
He smiled. "I love sick days."
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Hey everyone. My name's Ally and I absolutely love Riverdale.
