✔︎ The Gang Leaders | Bughead

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭

Third Person POV

After the two's deep conversation, they spent the day together, doing nothing but nothing. Jughead was trying his best to please the girl of his dreams, making her fall once again. He tried, but all betty could see when she looked at him was a cheater.

She didn't trust him anymore, and that broke Jughead. He thought he had won the big, bad betty cooper's heart. And he did, but he didn't know when to stop and ruined everything.

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The next day they woke up in the same bed again. Surprisingly, they didn't mind. Nothing about it felt awkward. Well, besides the fact of how they woke up.

She didn't wake up with his arms draped over her waist. Instead, Betty woke up spread out on the bed, her one leg touching the first corner of the bed and her other leg touching the second. The sun shone into her eyes and she opened them. Her perfect ponytail was now a mess, her curls starting to come through and make her hair all frizzy. She took the hair tie out of her hair and let it hang loose. She sat up, and golden, frizzy hair draped over her shoulders.

She looked up to see jughead sitting in the chair in her room, him doing something on his phone.

"Morning, bitch," he called, not meeting her eyes.

She laughed surprised, not thinking that he knew she was awake.

"Morning, whore," she calls back to him, "how'd you sleep?"

He chuckles. "I had to sleep in this chair, you kept pushing me of the bed."

She didn't respond to his last remark, not really caring. "I'm hungry," she whined.

"Go make some cereal, or something," he told her, still not meeting her eyes.

She puts on her best puppy dog eyes. "Could you please make some breakfast? You're such a good cook."

He shakes his head, smirking.

"Please?" she drags out.

He finally looks at her, smirking wider than he ever has before.

"Fine."

She laughs giddily, laying back down. "Wake me up when it's done."

He laughs, getting up to go make some eggs.

When he gets to the kitchen, he pulls out a frying pan and puts some butter on it. He then sets it on the stove and turns it on. He goes to get some eggs, milk, and salt and pepper. When he does, he gets a bowl out and mixes them all together. He pours the mixture into the pan, using a spoon to scramble them.

Suddenly, he hear the creaking of the floor boards. He turns around and looks to see the blonde sleepily walking into the kitchen. Her hair is all messy, and he makeupless face looks so tired, yet so clean and perfect. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts. That used to be my shirt she would wear, jughead thinks to himself.

"I couldn't sleep," she said as she sits down at the dining room table, rubbing her eyes. He just smiles at her.

The eggs eventually get down and he puts them on a plate. He then goes to check and see if they have anything else in their fridge. He sees they have some already cut fruit. He takes it out of the fridge and puts some on a plate as well. He brings it over to the table and sets it down. "Anything to drink?"

"Vodka."

He chuckles, remembering when she had told him that months ago.

"No, seriously. Vodka."

His smirk fades into a confused expression, but still complies, getting her vodka.

He sets it down on the table. He also sets himself down at the table.

They both begin eating in silence. He looks up at her and sees her so deep in thought, he can't help but ask.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Perfection and imperfection can't coexist, so how the hell did we do it?" she replies almost instantly.

He chuckles. "We're both far from prefect, darling. And also, we didn't make it work. That's why we aren't together anymore."

"No, we're not together anymore cause you fucked my best friend," she said nonchalantly, poking at some of her food.

He doesn't reply. "What about that about that famous story about those two Italians from two rival families who fell in love?"

"Romeo and Juliet, yeah?"

"Well, how did they do it?" Jughead asked, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth with his fork.

Betty laughed. "They both died in the end, jug."

A/N: this is my shortest chapter yet. Sorryyy. But I think sometimes short chapters are good, they kinda give you a break and time to think and process everything else going on In the story. Okay that's it, the next chapter is going to be about somebody who's NOT a min character and had about 2 lines in season 4. I'll let you take your guess. Bye ily

With love, as always,
Ella