TW: Mentions of smut and possible smut / death of a family member.
Betty and Jughead were both twenty three years old, living only a few blocks away from each other. Betty worked as a journalist at the local newspaper, and Jughead is an author who is in the middle of writing his second book. The both of them are also friends with benefits, and have been for a good few months. They talk during the day as any best friends would, though most nights they're between the sheets with each other until morning.
Though, on one of the days that they're supposed to be meeting up, Betty gets a call to tell her that her father has died. Obviously she is distraught - her relationship with her father hadn't been the best, but he was still her dad. Later that night Jughead knocks on the door, though when it's opened to reveal a clearly upset Betty, he spends the night there as her friend, though clearly their feelings for each other are much stronger than either of them had thought.
Betty - me.
Jughead - you.
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