Bughead and Sprousehart

This isnt real

A bit of backstory:
My best friends Veronica and Cheryl had gotten me tickets to a private event with my favourite author.

Hi I'm Betty Cooper and I'm currently on a flight to Vancouver where I'm gonna get to meet my favourite author of all time. Jughead Jones. The all American author. Hottie. But his writing was beyond this world. His first book 'Sweetwater' was fantastic. It was about his life as a teenager and I was appalled at what he went through at such a young age. Although it was his story it wasn't a biography as he used different names to the real names.

We landed finally in Vancouver and I can barely sit still in my seat. Although the event isn't for two days I'm so excited I don't think I'm going to get any sleep the next two nights. We slowly made our way off the plane and into the airport. As we waited with the other passengers for passport control, I was going on and on about how I was finally going to meet the man who made me want to achieve my dreams. He was three years older thank all of us. We finally made it through passports and claimed our baggage from baggage claim. We made our way out of the airport and to a taxi. As we seated ourselves I yawned. I was so tired from the flight that all I wanted to do was sleep even though o didn't think I could. My body proved me wrong when I fed asleep on V's shoulder within five minutes. The ride was very gentle which was good for me as I was shattered and needed the sleep. When we arrived at the hotel we quickly checked in and made our way to our room. We had three single beds all with there own plug sockets for chargers which was very handy. I laid down on the bed as it was late now. Around 10 o clock. As V ordered room service and Cher figures out how to use the tv I got changed into some pyjamas ok the bathroom. I set our all of my toiletries by the second sink and ordered it all. Luckily the girls knew better than to mess with my stuff so I didn't have to worry about it all becoming disorganised. I walked back out to find Cher had the tv on and was watching Harry Potter and V was touching up her make up. "I've ordered you a pasta carbonara. Ok?" "Yep that's fine." I replied to V as I waltzed over to my case. I unpacked all of my clothes and shoes and had them organised to a tea. By the time I was done room service was at the door. I wheeled the table in with our dinner places on top. I was looking forward to this.

After we had eaten I was stuffed full. I made my way to the bathroom. Whilst in there I used the toilet and brushed my teeth. I quickly combed my hair and strew it back into a high ponytail. As I walked out V was now dressed in pyjamas and asleep in bed. I scoffed at the though that her breath would stink as she hasn't brushed her teeth and the catastrophe that will be Veronica Lodges hair tomorrow morning. I untucked all the quilt and layers my self down in my bed. I couldn't believe. I was here. I was going to meet my favourite author. With that thought I drifted off to sleep.

It was now two days later and I was meeting Jughead Jones today. But I am a bit pissed at the girls as they have only just told me I have a private tour of his studio and a workshop with him as well so now I'm freaking out. You see to get these tickets I won a writing competition and Jughead is the judge meaning he read my story. I'm so nervous right now. Anyway I got dressed into a light blue jumper and black ripped denim jeans. I put on my black heeled boots and grabbed my hand bag on the way out. We got a taxi and told the driver where we were off to.

As we arrived I started to feel a lump in my throat. That is until I saw him. His beautiful face staring back at me. My eyes were transfixed to his blue ones. The reminds me of the ocean. The type when your near the shore and you can't tell whether the water is blue or green. That colour. They were gorgeous and I couldn't take the stare away. Eventually he broke it to hug a fan as I walked toward the que. After hours of waiting we reached the from of the line. "Hi. I'm guessing your miss Betty Cooper." I felt a lump in my throat again and chocked our a "yes." "Follow me miss." A body guard said to me as he guided me toward the back of the building and into a studio type office. "Wait here for mr Jones." He ordered with a stern voice. It scared me a little so I did as he asked and sat on the black leather couch at one end of the large room. Five minutes later the door opens d and in walks mr Jones. "Hello. It's nice to meet you Miss cooper."

Should I do a part 2?