Stuck together

CHAPTER 5

Betty's POV

It hadn't even been twenty four hours yet and I was already bored. Since my mom had called I was laying on the comfortable soft bed staring at the ceiling as if I were watching paint dry. I was deep in thought about this whole crisis, the fact that people are dying and risking their lives just to go outside and buy some essential food, when there was a loud knock at my door. "Come in." I sighed sitting up. Jughead walked in with a big black bag of what I presume is his sisters clothes. "Since we're going to be stuck here for a while I thought you might want to spend today making yourself feel at home," he said opening the door and dropping the bag on my bed, "here's the clothes. You can hang them up in the wardrobe if you want, the washing machine is in the washroom if you need to clean anything and just call me if you need me." I stood up grabbing the bag and dropping it into the walk in wardrobe. "Thank you." I smiled leaning against the door frame. "It's fine, I was never going to leave you to dress in my clothes for a few weeks anyway." He chuckled stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I mean thank you for not kicking me out, even though you basically tried to, but you didn't ring security so thanks." I said, he slightly smiled and walked out closing the door behind him.

I ripped open the old dusty black bag causing a load of different clothes to fall out. I separated them into piles: tops, pants, sweatshirts, dresses, a few pairs of sneakers and underwear. I know it would be weird to wear his sisters underwear but I don't really have a choice at the moment so I planned on washing them a few times before I use them. Whoever his sister was had great taste in fashion, there wasn't a pacific style that they all had in common but there was a mixed range between cute and vintage grunge. I hung up the dresses first in colour coordination on the top rail, then the tops and then the sweatshirts. I hung up a few pairs of jeans and put the rest of the trousers and skirts onto the shelves.

By the time I was done It was six o'clock, I grabbed the underwear and walked into the washroom. Jughead was in there folding some clean fresh clothes. I chucked all the things I had into the washer and added the products before turning it on. "I would of kinda felt uncomfortable wearing the underwear and that without washing them." I laugh standing up and dusting my hands against eachother. "I understand. Me and a friend were once camping in the woods and whilst I was bathing in a river with my swimming trunks these kids took all our underwear except my friends ones that he had worn already, we had to wear them." He cringed, wrinkling his nose. "Eww, that's gross." I chuckled. "Yes it was. Anyway, it's getting late do you want something to eat? I can cook something up." Jughead asked walking out of the door and I followed. "Yeh sure. I'll eat anything." I said sitting down on one of the stools. "I can literally cook two things. So do you want burgers or pasta?" He asked chuckling and opening the cupboard. "Pasta please." I smiled leaning on my hand.

He cooked the pasta in peace, every now and then saying something but it was a little awkward considering he literally has only known me for around twenty four hours. Jughead dished the twisty pasta onto two marble patterned plates and slid one over to me. And then it hit me, what if we run out of food? What if one of my friends or family gets the disease?

"You okay?" Jughead asked swallowing the forkful of pasta he had shoved into his mouth. I shook my head and picked up the fork, pushing the pasta around. "What if something happens? To us. To my friends or family. What if we run out of food? Or they run out of food. What if we can't leave after two weeks?" I choked feeling all these emotions building up inside me, scared for what may come. He faintly placed his hand on my lower back, "We'll be fine, and I'm sure your family and friends will be too," He softly said as tears lingered along my eyes, desperate to spill, "And we won't run out of food, there's this cafeteria thing downstairs." Jughead added. He brought his hand up to my shoulder slightly grazing it before returning it by his side.

After we ate I offered to wash the dishes whilst he showered. I found it relaxing cleaning, definitely in a kitchen like his. It was gorgeous and white, it had a view of the street lights bellow that just made this apartment feel more homely even though it wasn't my home.

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It was late. Around eleven pm. I was laying in the guest bed staring out the window, whilst wrapped in the pyjamas from the wardrobe and the soft duvet cover. The faded moonlight shone through the cracks of the blinds creating scattered patterns around the room.

There was a quiet knock out the door before it was pushed open and a head with raven locks peaked inside. I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself up slightly leaning on the headboard. "Hey?" I confusingly whispered. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I saw how anxious you were earlier." He said leaning against the door with one hand holding him up using the door frame. "Is Jughead Jones worried about me?" I laughed with a smirk. He shook his head with a chuckle before walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I was trying to be nice." He said and I playful rolled my eyes. "That must be hard." I sniggered, he grabbed the pillow and hit me with it before standing up and walking back to the door. "Night Jonesy." I smirked laying back down. "Night Betty." He yelled back already in the other room.