Betty is new in town and is immediately fascinated by the mysterious Southsider, Jughead. Little does she know he's just as fascinated with her. Soon, they both ask themselves the question: how did they ever live without each other?
This is my first fanfic, so sorry if it sucks; I'm not that good at writing yet.
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN DESCRIPTIONS OF SELF HARM, ABUSE, AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
I do not own the characters. These characters are the CW's, but the plot is mine.
Again, idk if I'll ever finish this story. I honestly have no clue where I was going with this, and based on how Riverdale is going rn and just completely ruining the best thing in the show, idk if I ever will complete it. Idk. Maybe? I'm focusing more on my other fic, 'The Last Summer' rn, but if who knows? Go check out the last summer, and idk maybe if Riverdale gets better or some good bughead stuff happens, I'll find enough motivation to write this. Sorry, and if anybody's even reading this, thanks for understanding!
