✔︎ The Gang Leaders | Bughead

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

Betty's POV

In the morning, I honored Fangs' request and went to the Wyrm to meet him.

When I arrived at the Wyrm, I went inside and was immediately met with a sad looking Fangs Fogarty sitting on one of the bar stools. I sigh, before walking up to him.

I whisper a quiet, "hey," as I sit down next to him.

His eyes light up. "Betty... hey."

We sit there in awkward silence before he decided to break it. "Wanna drink? Toni's not here today, she called in sick."

I nod. "Sure." Why'd Toni call in sick, in think to myself.

He goes around the bar and puts me my signature. "Tequila, hold the worm," he says.

I chuckle. "You're coming for Toni's brand."

"Yeah," he chuckles.

I take a shot and he pours me one more that I don't drink quite yet. He comes back around the bar and sits back in his seat. "Betts, I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong," I turn to look at him, "I will never understand what it feels to be judged or disowned or killed for the gender I like. And for me to be... upset that you didn't tell me how I wanted you to is not right. I'm sorry."

"Betty, but you are right. I should've told you differently."

"No, fangs! You shouldn't have."

"Betts, you have been through hell this past year, and for me to just add to that plate... we're both in the wrong."

I nod. "I'll drink to that," I chuckle slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

He lifts up his glass and takes a shot. "Shit, why do we drink this?"

"To numb the pain, man."

We laugh a little while longer than he looks at me.

"I just want to make you happy, Betty. You don't realize it, but everyone here lives you more than anything. Even Jughead, and Toni... Sweetpea. I've hurt you, and I will regret that for the rest of my life. All I ask, is that my apology is enough."

I pause.

"It's enough."

•••

I spent the whole day with him, we just rekindled our bond, trying to have the best time with each other. We somehow ended up in a Walmart parking lot, drunk. But we somehow got home.

I'm now walking into my foster home and I'm just so tired that I just want to go to bed.

I walk into my room and walk over to my bed. I flop down and kick off my shoes. I then get under the covers and try falling asleep. I soon feel a presence next to me, so I scoot closer to it.

I then feel a body, but I'm for some reason not freaked out. I'm must be really fucking drunk. I, of course, being the touchy-feely bitch I am, have to wrap my arms around them.