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Betty 

For once in my life, I felt genuinely happy sleeping in. I'm usually a morning person, but thinking about the events at Pop's with Archie made me feel motivated, feel happy again.

It was around 10:30 when I climbed out of bed, throwing on a Riverdale hoodie and tights, tying my hair into a bun. Even though break was almost over, I knew that everything would go--

"BETTY COOPER! GET DOWN HERE. YOU SHOULDN'T BE SLEEPING LONGER THAN THIS, YOU'RE NOT A NEWBORN! BREAKFAST IS GETTING COLD. HELLO?" 

"I'm COMING, MOM!" I hurried down the steps, inhaling the smell of bacon and waffles. When I looked up, I saw my mom and dad looking at me with a grim expression. 

"Well, someone won the lottery. What's up?" My mom cleared her throat, looking at my dad, who slapped The Riverdale Register onto the table. I gasped, because it showed a dead body, a boy with fiery orange-red hair, with a face paler than the moon. 

MISSING BOY'S BODY FOUND. AUTOPSY INDICATES STARTLING RESULTS. 

I drew in a breath. I know that Polly would have already read it, and she was probably devastated. I couldn't remember how to think, how to move. Jason's death had shaken me in ways I didn't expect, and when Polly got insomnia from her restless nights, I got even more anxious.

It wasn't like our family was any better. My mom and dad were constantly arguing about my long lost brother who they sent away, my mom thinks Jughead's the devil incarnate, and my dad was one of the suspects for the murder of Jason Blossom. 

I decided to go for a stroll, to clear my head. Plugging in my earbuds, I inhaled the sweet breeze, which smelled like maple (not Blossom maple), tree sap, and roses. It was--

Buzz. It was from Jughead. I blushed a little from remembering our kiss, then remembered that I ditched him.

You're an idiot, Betty. 

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Forsythe 🍺 | 10:56 A.M.

hey betty. can we talk? please?

I just wanted to know if you're mad at me or 

something.

also, i need someone to talk to. 

Elizabeth 🎄| 10:57 A.M.

Jughead, I really don't wanna talk to you. 

But no, I'm not mad at you dw 

it's just...

Forsythe 🍺| 10:57 A.M.

hey, you know you can tell me anything, right?

what's on your mind? i won't be mad. i swear.

Elizabeth 🎄| 10:57 A.M.

i've never experienced it before. i'm sure you have.

Forsythe 🍺| 10:57 A.M. 

oh, betty, please. 

lol that came out really wrong. 

sorry. tell me, please. 

Elizabeth 🎄| 10:58 A.M.

eww, that's disgusting.

i've never experienced

falling for someone

before whatever this is 

Elizabeth 🎄has gone offline. 

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Jughead

When she said that, I felt something in my heart swell, but at the same time, burst violently. This time, it was me who turned that deep red shade girls always turn when they see Archie Andrews.

Redder than Archie's hair. I laughed a little.  

Suddenly, even after what happened when she rejected me, I had this urge to yell out her name, see her run to me, to pull her close and kiss her, to finish everything we started--

Me and my pubescent mind. 

I swelled with pride and happiness that she felt like I did, that it--no, I-- wasn't just a joke to her. But at the same time, I felt like an idiot. I felt hopeless, desperate. Who was I, just claiming Betty Cooper as if she was mine?

As if she was my soulmate? Life doesn't work like that. It's not like a rom-com where high schoolers fall in love, get married, get a mansion, have two kids and a dog. 

It's deeper. Darker. Bloodier. Who was I to think that Betty Cooper would want me? 

Maybe she would want me now, but when she found out--

When she found out my secret, damn, she would regret it. 

i got bored of waiting for you guys, so i updated. spoilt-asses. lmao, i'm joking, but AYYYY WE'RE ON THE CHARTS FOR RIVERDALE, 165 IN BUGHEAD WUS GUD! AND ALSO 4.6K+, I'm PSYCHED! thanks for all the love so far. check out my romance, the last box. It has the same cuteness this story has, and there's a cute cast too (in my egotistic opinion). okay, i'm procrastinating my hw and it's like 11 so i gotta go bye watters <3

~mo