one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"I'm really thankful you're letting me stay here." - bughead

Nervously Betty was cleaning the apartment. Her hands fluffed the pillows, with a towel she wiped the tables and she made sure the bed was completely ready to sleep in.

A sudden knock startled Betty from her cleaning duties. He was here.

Quickly she straightened her clothes, threw away the towel and hurried to the door. When she opened it the handsome raven haired stood on the other side.

She had met him once, after he had seen her advert and wanted to move in with her. They had talked for a while, about their lives, about the apartment.

Eventually she had accepted him, deciding he was just the person she was looking for. (his looks might've been a part in it too.)

"Hey." He said, strolling two suitcases behind him.

"H-hey." She stammered, letting him in the apartment. A smile covered both their faces, neither of them having a reason for it. "Let me help you." She offered and toon one of his suitcases from him.

"I'm really thankful you're letting me stay here, Betty." Jughead said once they had put his stuff in his room.

Betty smiled shyly and settled herself in the couch. "It's no problem, really. I needed a roommate, and you seemed perfect." When she readied what she had said she instantly flushed bright red.

Perfect, Betty? Really!?

"Are you hungry? Shall I cook us some dinner?" She then hurried the questions afterwards, trying to avoid what she had just said.

"You cook?" He asked, his eyes twinkling with disbelief and excitement.

"Well, can't say I'm a pro, but I try." She answered, standing up and making her way to the small kitchen. Jughead didn't hesitate and quickly followed after her.

"Lasagna sound good?"

"Sounds perfect." Betty felt her face turn beet-red as he mocked her with her own words. He chuckled, a grin across his face.

Her hand smacked his chest softly before she started to work on dinner, all her nerves going up in thin air.

Through cooking Betty and Jughead talked, that kind of talking that is comforting instead of awkward.

"I'm sorry about your dad, Jug." Betty spoke mercifully after Jughead had told her about his dad.

"I'm used to it, I guess. What about your family? Is it all picture perfect?"

"It may seem like it, but it's definitely not." Her head tipped as she sighed in discomfort.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He noticed her getting uneasy and didn't want to make her uncomfortable in any way.

"No, no, I want to, it's just... hard sometimes."

"I get that."

"Let's just say my mother has strived for me to perfect for my entire life. The perfect grades, the perfect body, the perfect friends, everything. She told me everyday how fat I was, how I was failing school and how I always picked the wrong groups to hang out with." Jughead made his way beside Betty, wrapping an arm around her.

"It was slowly eating me up inside. I was depressed, I had anxiety and an extreme eating disorder. I felt like I couldn't eat, otherwise I would disappoint my mother." She felt Jughead's lips at the crown of her hair, kissing the spot gently.

"When I was 18 I moved out, or better to say, I ran away. Of course my mother found out, but she had no right to force me back into her house anymore. She only calls me every now and then, bringing every memory of my horrifying childhood back. But it's fine, I seem to deal better with it now." Her eyes were burning with tears but she was fighting not to let them out.