There is a theory that states if two people with completely different paths find themselves entangled with each others destiny, one of them becomes the dominant and influences the other on whatever path was built for them in the future. That theory is false, and two teenagers found themselves testing it over and over again. Elizabeth Cooper was perfect. Something her parents were proud of. She never stayed out late, always told the truth. Above all, she kept her grades up in school and participated in everything she could. Betty was on the road to success ever since she was born. Jug Jones was a failure. His parents never cared about his future or success. They could barely keep the family together for a good meal at the dinner table, something Jug was never used to. Nevertheless, he was not reckless. Jug had his own plans and ideas, even if they were a bit dangerous.

Betty Cooper. Her. Perfect, flawed, beautiful. Jughead Jones. Him. Serpent, flawed, dick. Betty and Jughead. Them. Problematic, passion, lust. When they first met they could feel the connection, but Betty is in a relationship with Archie and Jughead with the Serpents.

On their 15th summer, Betty and Jughead decide to take the 'best friend' status to another level. The two fall in love and Betty is forced to move to the other end of the country a couple of months later. They both develope mental sickness and only see each other once a year or so, both of them suffering and missing one another.

Oneshots book for Bughead. Please comment any suggestions xxx Character credits go to Riverdale's writers and producers ❤️❤️

~Bughead~ "What do you think, Betts?" Jughead asked after a few minutes of suspense and silence, only a smile lingering on the blonde girl's mouth. She had finished reading a while ago, but now just sat there, frowning slightly. Betty pulled her lower lip in between her teeth, biting it tenderly, and sighed, releasing it again when he met his eyes. "You are working magic with this one, Juggie." The boy smiled down at his laptop as he placed it on the wooden table, and carefully sat down on the chair next to her. "Yeah?" "My favorite so far." That was the moment Jughead Jones knew he was still in love with the girl sitting in front of him.