Under pressure

51: Thanksgiving

The next day

Jughead's POV

I open my eyes. The sun is high up. I hide my face into Betty's hair as she is squeezing me hard, her face snuggled into my chest.

I lie like that for a few seconds and then realize something. It's friday. My head shots up and I look at our alarm clock. 1:23pm. My eyes go wide. It's fucking school day.

I look down at Betty and start stroking her hair softly. I feel her kissing my chest. She probably just woke up.

"Baby?" I whisper.

"Mmh?" she hums with a sigh.

"It's friday. And it's 1:23."

Her head shots up and she looks at the alarm clock with a terrified look. Then she looks at me and sees my face, showing the exact same emotions.

We look at each other for a second and then our lips curl up. And then we both burst out laughing. Her head falls back on my chest as we just laugh and cuddle.

But soon, we both sigh and get up. I pull my sweatpants onto my boxers and she is already in her short pajamas, so she just pulls her grey hoodie on and leaves it open from the front.

I put my hand in front of her, palm up. She pats her hand on it and our fingers intertwine. We go downstairs slowly, both kinda nervous, 'cause we hear all of them in the kitchen. Dad has a free day today, he would've checked if we woke up or not if he hadn't.

We stop on the last step and look at each other. We both take a deep breath and start smirking a little. And then we go into the kitchen.

Everyone shuts up. I sit down on a free chair and Betty sits onto my lap. I'm smirking, looking at the table in front of me, as Betty just took some bread and is putting butter on it.

Dad clears his throat. Me and Betty both look up and smirk at dad. He starts grinning, looking at us and then I feel Betty snickering, her stomach moving back and forth under my hand.

"First question, have you counted how many times you've missed school in the past three months because you slept in?" dad asks.

Betty's snickering stops and she looks at the plate she just pulled from in front of Jor. "1st?" she mumbles, but I can hear that her voice is smily.

"More like 30th," dad says.

Betts looks up now, "We have slept in, but never missed the whole day because of it."

Dad sighs and rolls his eyes. I smirk, "Dad, we just... We were starting to get mentally ready to get up, and-"

They all start laughing so hard, but I continue. "She was as usual and said something like 'please let's sleep 5 more minutes' and-"

"And you always listen to me," Betts smieks at me.

I nod, "You're cute in the mornings."

She rolls her eyes, "Thanks."

I chuckle and kiss her cheek. "That's mine," Jor says to her after she takes a bite from his pancakes. Pancakes!?

I get up and take a plate for us.

"Why didn't Cheryl woke us up, that I don't understand," I say.

"She always leaves before we're up from bed," Betty says.

The others laugh again. I look at her and she is grinning at me. "Stop taking the blame, I'm trynna get us out of it, okay?"

She presses her lips together and looks at dad, "You're not mad, right?"