"This is ridiculous!" Betty fumed, face red as she reached ineffectually for the towels on the very top shelf. Jughead laughed harder, his elbows resting on the handlebar of the trolley as he chuckled over the food they'd already bought. "Why are the shelves so high? No one could reach that!" She set her hands on her hips, scowling and looked around for a member of staff to complain to.
Jughead took pity on her, abandoning their cart in the middle of the aisle and crouching down. "Get on my back, Jones." He ordered, looking up at her.
Betty bit her lip, eyeing him dubiously. He flexed his arms accordingly and she snickered. "I saw you struggle to open a jar of pickles last week." She pointed out doubtfully.
"Oh come on, those were practically air sealed shut!" He yelped, before brushing it off. "Come on, babe, I don't pretend to go to the gym with Archie every week just so you won't let me carry you when situations such as this arise." He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes, letting him hoist her up onto his back and gripping her calfs, shifting her upwards as she strained towards the towels. She grasped the edge of it victoriously in her fingers, leaning so far forward that Jughead stumbled a little. "Oh crap-" he yelped as Betty squealed, attempting to grab onto the shelves but only succeeding in sending them flying away from her- swaying on its hinges before it toppled backwards with an almighty crash, just as Betty and Jughead landed in a hard heap on the ground. Jughead groaned in pain, turning to his wife. "You okay, Betts?"
She winced, rubbing her side, before lifting the towels triumphantly; a slow grin spreading across her face. "Yup. Because I am a champion."
He leaned forward, kissing her softly, just as an attendant rushed onto the scene.
He took everything in with wide eyes before pointing at the both of them angrily. "That's it! You now officially cost more than you pay- you're both banned!"
* * *
"Do you think Dilton's really upset with us?" Betty worried, as she drove them both home. Her teeth were working a small groove into her bottom lip and Jughead shrugged, reclining the passenger seat as much as possible; his tongue poking out as he fiddled with the settings. "He seemed so upset, but he won't let that interfere with anything right? I mean jobs and friends are separate. I'm not upset he had us banned, so why would he be upset?" She kept her eyes on the road, flashing to let another car cut in, and sighed at Jughead's lack of response. "Juggie?" She prompted. "What do you think?"
He jolted with surprise as the seat suddenly swung all the way bag into the back. "Uh, who cares?" He managed, trying to pull it back up. "Did you know the car could do this?"
"I think you've broken it." Betty said in amazement, joining the flow of traffic and craning her head around to look at it. "Lift from the headrest." She instructed, watching as he successfully pulled it up and it clicked into place. "So what about Dilton, then?"
He hummed consideringly. "He won't be mad. He'll be pleased we can't go there anymore. As long as he knows we're not upset, it's all fine." He said, going for consoling, as he popped open the shelf under the dash and rummaged around for food. "Do we keep any snacks in the car?"
"Not after that ant infestation." Betty shuddered at the thought. "At least we got the towels though."
Jughead nodded in agreement, before frowning as he spotted a small, faded yellow post-it note. He pulled it out, unfolding it curiously and grinning in amazement. "Oh my god, Betts! This is one of those notes we used to write each other when we first started dating!"
She laughed in amazement. "Really? Oh my gosh, what does it say? That we need a new car?"
He cleared his throat dramatically. "It says 'Jughead you looked really hot today please please keep dating me even though you are supremely out of my league'."
