Bughead & Sprousehart Oneshots

Waitress

Betty's POV

Things at home, if I could even call it that, haven't been going great. So I got a job as a waitress at Pops Chock Lit Shoppe. 

Pop was an absolute sweetheart and loved all of his customers.

 I had a favourite customer, a lady named Debby Jones. She comes in every morning and gives me an extra tip. 

I take morning and afternoon/night shifts. From 6-10am every morning and then 6-10pm every night. I spend the rest of the day at the Bijou. 

Yes, I work two jobs. 

I got kicked out at 16 so I live in a small apartment. I'm now 19. 

Debby normally comes in 7:15 every morning so I'll help behind the counter for now. 

Time Pass 🥵

It is now 7:15 and Debby just arrived. 

"Good Morning Debby, would you like your usual black coffee?" I smiled, cheerful as ever. 

"Yes thank you Betty,  but I'm actually waiting for my grandson." She smiled. 

"Okay, I'll be at the counter" I smiled and walked off. 

Then this really cute, hot guy came in. Wearing a black leather jacket. I smiled at him and he went to Debby, Damn that was her grandson? 

Jughead's POV

I walked into Pops, about to meet up with my grandmother when I saw this beautiful waitress, behind the counter. 

She had beautiful green eyes and stunning blonde hair. I went up to my grandma and hugged her.

 "Gosh Jughead, you've gotten so tall!" She chuckled. 

"Thanks, I guess? Anyways, how have you been grandma!?" I smiled. 

"I'm good boy" She laughed. 

Gosh I loved my Grandma. The blonde waitress approached us. 

"So you're Debby's grandson? Nice to meet you!" She smiled. 

"Nice to meet you too" I returned back to her, it's like I had lost sense of everything , I was choked up. 

 "Okay, what would you like?" She asked. 

"I'll have a cappuccino please" I studdered nervously. 

"One black coffee and a cappuccino coming right up" She said and walked away. 

"Jughead, it's obvious you liked Betty. I knew you would." My Grandma exclaimed

betty , a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

"Come on boy, go give her your number or what ever you kids do at this age" She laughed. 

"That would be weird, like 'Hey lady, here's my number'" I cried.

"Oh Jughead, you are weird if that makes you feel any better" She rolled her eyes. 

I chuckle, "Fine. I will" 

Betty's POV

He approached the counter. "Hi again, that will be $10" I smiled warmly. 

He placed the money on the bill and left a note at the bottom that read, ' Here's my number Betty, Hope you'll give me a text 

- jughead jones x ' 

jughead jones, I will. I definitely will.