Playlist for the Apocalypse (Sweet Pea/Betty)

Track 14: We Might Be Dead By Tomorrow

The song for this chapter is We Might Be Dead by Tomorrow by Soko, which although this chapter is in Betty's POV, remember it's Sweet Pea picking the song titles, which might give you a peek inside his mind for later on this chapter.

November 25th, 2018

Betty's teeth chattered. She curled her body all the way up, scrunched in a compact ball, twisting herself to wrap the blanket around her shivering form. The hood of her sweatshirt was pulled over her face, the strings pulled taut. Her fingers pressed into her armpits, desperately seeking the warmth they provided there.

Next to her, she heard Sweet Pea shifting.

"Fucking hell, Cooper," He yawned groggily, "I can literally hear how cold you are."

"Go back to sleep, Sweets." Betty stuttered out firmly, snapping down on her jaw to stifle the sound of her chills. She very firmly and specifically was not looking at him, facing the window.

"We can put some wood in the fire-,"

"Are you cold?"

Sweet Pea moved, and Betty could imagine him dragging his hand over his face as he cussed again.

"If you're an icicle, then it shouldn't matter." He argued angrily, "I can throw off blankets."

"Just like I can get another one," Betty said sharply. It didn't make sense to be using up their firewood already, not when she was perpetually cold.

"Yeah, you're moving really fast," Sweet Pea's voice was sardonic. Betty was thinking very hard about getting another blanket, true, but the bed here was so much warmer than the air out there that it was making it hard to convince herself of this. Not that she found the bed toasty warm, her toes were particularly cold, but outside was a whole other story.

"I'll do it," She grumbled, starting to untangle herself from the heavy quilts, mentally preparing herself to step down on the freezing floor, across the hall to their storage. Before that could happen, Sweet Pea was grasping her middle, pulling Betty firmly against him.

"What are you doing?" Betty choked out, feeling her breath shortened.

"Sharing body heat, because you're absolutely stubborn," He growled, shifting as they both found a way to settle their bodies together.

"Jordan..." Betty breathed out, finding all kinds of problems to this, none she dared admit out loud.

"It's either this or we start putting the fire on during the night too." Sweet Pea said firmly. Betty understood he was serious. She weighed the options. Finally, she sighed.

"You win, okay?" She said, pulling her fingers up to puff warm air into them, "You are warm."

Sweet Pea had managed to find a way where he was keeping Betty right up against him, without being crass. She could feel him adjusting their pillows together to create one long log instead of two distinct sides. His forehead pressed into the back of his neck.

"You comfortable?" He asked, sounding drowsy.

"Yeah," Betty replied quietly, though that wasn't the half of it. She wasn't just comfortable, she didn't want to let him go.

"Good. Now please, go to sleep."

December 7th, 2018

By the time that snow blanketed the world, Sweet Pea and Betty had been spooning for nearly two weeks. Even when they started stoking the fire with a few precious logs, they automatically still eased into each other's arms to fall asleep, sharing the heat between them.