Betty... The perfect girl next door. A surfer. A soccer player. A mechanic. A writer. The perfect daughter. The perfect sister. But there is so much more. And Jughead knows that.
Jughead... The badass Southsider. The leader of the Southside Serpents...
"Hey baby," I hear Jug whispering and someone getting into my bed.
I open my eyes slowly. He is sitting on the edge of my bed and Jelly just climbed into my bed.
"Hey," I whisper, so tired.
"We have to start going," he says.
I sigh and turn myself toward Jelly, "Can you tell your brother to let me sleep?" I ask and cuddle with her.
She giggles tiredly, "Let your gurlfriend sleep, Jug," she says and basically falls asleep.
"Betts, just change your clothes and I can get you into that car by myself," Jug says and lifts me up from the bed.
I sigh and he places me onto my legs. "Stay here," I say tiredly.
"Wait, as in-" he starts, but I already take his T-shirt over my head and then take a bra and put it on.
"Wow," he says.
I chuckle quietly and kiss his lips. He slides his hands over my waist and I smile. I pull one of my casual surfer tank tops on as every day. And I pull my pajama pants off and my jean shorts on. Then I give him my hairbrush and sit down in front of the mirror.
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He smiles and squats down behind me. He softly starts brushing my hair and I smile, my eyes closed. Soon, I feel he is done.
"Where's the bag you packed?" he asks. I open my eyes and point on it. He smiles and walks to it. He puts the hairbrush in it and throws the sports bag over his shoulder.
"Okay, come on," he says amd squats in front of me.
I smile, half asleep, and wrap my arms around his neck. He scoops me up and kisses my forehead as I rest my head onto his shoulder.
"Have I ever told you how adorable you are?" he asks, walking down the stairs.
"Many times," I say tiredly. He chuckles and we kiss for a second and then I rest my head back.
He goes into the living room and I hear people chuckling.
"Seriously, Betty?" Chic laughs.
"Why do we need to go so early?" I ask, eyes half closed and mouth half moving.
They chuckle, "So that you would be there in the right time," FP smirks.
I sigh and look at Jug, "You can handle the seatbelts, right?"
He nods with a smile. I close my eyes, "Bye mom," I mumble and fall back asleep.
