Under pressure

42: Sick (Part 2)

30 minutes later

Jughead's POV

"Hey," dad says as he comes to Jordan's room.

"Hey," I give him a faint smile. "How's Betty?"

"I just got back. Where's Jordan?"

I shrug, "He went to Betty like an hour ago and I don't know. Can I please go now? The temperature came from her body and I'm not sick," I say.

He sighs and looks doubtful, but then nods. "So you're feeling okay?" he asks.

"Great," I say and he rolls his eyes at me, knowing that I'm lying. The truth is, my head is pounding like crazy. But overall, okay.

I open the door to my and Betty's room quietly. And stop on my steps. All the three of them are here.

She's in the middle of them and they're all sleeping. Her head and hands are on Jordan's chest whose arm is around her back and hand on her hair. Chic's arm is around her as well, she's holding his hand under her cheek. And Chic's head's on Jordan's shoulder. Just wow. Sibling goals honestly.

I hear Cheryl yell at Jason. What a contrast. "What are you-" Jelly comes next to me and shuts up. "Aw."

I chuckle at her and pull her into my arms. She smirks and looks up at me. "You've never been like that," she says quiwtly, pointing on the three dudes in front of us sleeping.

"I have, you just don't remember," I whisper.

She rolls her eyes, "Stop staring at them, they might wake up."

She pushes me out of the room with all the strength she has, her hands on my chest what she reaches. I chuckle at her as she closes the door quietly.

"Are you feeling better?" she asks.

"I'm okay," I say and ruffle her hair. "Come on, let's get some food."

We go downstairs. "Hey you two?" I ask Jason and Cher who are fighting and dad is trying not to laugh at them. "You wanna see what siblings shouls be like? Go to my room."

"What?" Jason asks, frowning.

"They're sleeping," I tell dad and grab a burger he got for me.

"That's not for you, you're sick," he says and takes it away for mw.

"Dad," I whine. He knows I'm not really sick, just have the sickness from Betts.

He chuckles and gives it back, "Fine." He ruffles my hair, making me smile and sit down.

I unwrap it and start eating. I finish the burger and fries with less than 5 minutes. "Wow, weren't you sick?" Jason asks.

I roll my eyes. "It was Betty's body temperature that made me warmer. I'm fine, only head hurts a little."

We hear someone running upstairs and then someone walking. "She's up," I say and get up from the table, but dad pushes me back down onto the chair.

"Let them come downstairs, she needs to eat."

I sigh and wait. In about 5 minutes, they all come, looking tired. She is in my shirt and hoodie what is left open fron the front and her sweatpants.

"Hey," she says tiredly and slowly walks to me. I push the chair out a little and she climbes onto my leo and pulld her legs up too. I wrap my arms around her.

"You're sick, you shouldn't be barefoot," I tell her and warm her feet up by holding her toes with my hands.

She smsiles at me sheepishly and rests her head onto my shoulder.