The Muse ~ Vughead

Ch, 24. Betty Cooper

Jughead

"How have you been?"

I scoff, I twirl my thumbs, "were doing small talk, what the hell are you two doing here I thought you to were going to ride off into the sunset together with they all American dream."

"Jughead he is- everything I have ever wanted" "I know like you had told me so many times whilst I was with you."

"Jughead I am sorry about the way I treated you" "sorry- I have scars on me for the rest of my life for what you did to me-"

"I was angry- my dad just continue to call me with his prison calls made me so angry and my mother had been grilling me-"

"No, if you were angry- you should have told me- and no quit blaming others for what they did for your actions towards me. It took me a while to realize this but I am not to blame for."

She nods slowly wiping her tears, "you have no idea Betty on where I should even start about how much trauma and bull shit you put me through the last two years of our relationship."

"Well you went exactly helpful now we're you Jughead?"

I dart my eyes up at her, "excuse me?!" I step closer to her, "I tried my very best to make you happy!"

I felt my tears flooding and the voices making my ears ring, "I love you, not the way I did but I want you to be happy! I wanted that I wanted to make you happy!" I sobbed.

I wiped my eyes before looking at her again.

"You were the will I had in my life to keep pushing when my father was going through a relapse in drinking. You held me after my birthday! I helped you with your palms and anxiety!"

"What did I do that was so wrong Betty?!"

She looked almost wrong. That she wasn't fully there, that remorse she had gone in a matter of seconds angered and saddened me.

"My god Betty we had sex, even when I wasn't ready we had it- because I loved you and I thought it would make you happy!"

"But it obviously didn't because you and Red were gone the next morning!"

"And the note" I laughed.

"I forgot about the note! What was it? I can't deal with your problems anymore I have also been with Archie for months!?"

"Why couldn't you tell me! So I could get over it! You didn't just hurt me you hurt Veronica! Your best friend!"

She looked slightly wounded for a moment, but her walls flew back up.

"'I can't deal with your problems anymore' is what you said. Betty I needed help."

She was starting to break but I can't hold it back anymore.

"Betty I needed help" I gasped through the sobs of my boiling hot face filled glazed with tears.

"I needed help! I was crying out to you Betty!"

"You remember don't you?"

"Remember what?" She yelled.

"You do. Don't you?"

~~~

I sat against her bed as she sat at her desk doing her makeup topless. God do I want to run my hands down her flawless body, looks like the Greeks sculpted her out of marble.

She looked at me in the mirror, I looked down, I hear her wonderful laugh and turned pink.

"You can look Jug I don't mind"

"Betty there is something I want to talk to you about" I said looking down at my wrists. I pulled my sleeve down hiding away the evidence."

She came over and sat on my lap, "yes?"

"I wanted to talk about something that I did and wanted your opinion on it"

"What is it?" She asked playing with the hem of my jeans.

"Betty- stop"

"Why? You never want to do anything"

"Because I'm not ready Betty. I know boys talk a big game but we are all not like that. Most of us do that just to put up a façade for the other boys. Most boys aren't ready to hold a girls hand!"

"Please?"

"Betty will you listen to me I need your help!"

"No you listen! Do you know what it is like for a boy who loves you and wants you to be happy won't even touch you!"

I felt tears form in my eyes, "it bothers you that much?" She wiped away tears, "yes."

She's lying

"I'm sorry Betty! I'm so sorry!" I held her as she cried. Feeling absolutely horrible for making her feel like I didn't listen.

~~~

"You turned it around on me, like you do always!"

"No you never listened to me!"

"I never listened to you?! Betty all I did was listen to you."

I calmed down and lowered my voice, neither of us is going to get anywhere with that.

"Betty, I remember when you published your article, exposing Chuck Clayton. I was so proud of you, and I still am for that. I told everyone how brave my girlfriend is. You told me every detail of that plan that I still remember."

"I listened when you told me your mother makes the best chocolate chip cookies, yes does. I know your favorite color is pink and baby blue. You have always hated neon colors. You despise flip flops because you don't like people seeing your feet. You told me you lean on one foot when your nervous. You dyed your hair black in seventh grade and your mother took you to a salon to get it out."

"Betty I listened to everything you said to me, I always tried my best to have you know that you could always count on me to be there for you. It was you, because you couldn't show compassion for me- when you could for everyone else. So I'm going to ask. What. Did. I. Do!?"

She had tears forming in her eyes but won't let her self break.

"I'm sorry" she cried.

"It's okay"

Her head shot up, "what do you mean your forgive me?" She said between sobs, "what I did and just did now. How are you forgiving me."

I sighed, "sometimes you don't forgive others for them for them to feel better. But for yourself so you don't carry hate for the rest of your life and be like them."

"Betty I want the best for you, even after everything. I am not happy with how you made them- how you got there. But I want you to be happy and okay."

I stepped closer to her and she slightly backed away. I clasped her shoulder gently looking at her. "Betty I think you should see somebody."