This is what I hope happens, but I seriously doubt it. Haha…

Anywho, here's another little story, I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot of this story. Unfortunately.

He just really couldn't understand it. This was all still a dream right? There's no way that he and Betty Cooper were in this, for lack of a better word, moment.

He had kissed her yesterday. Probably not the best time to do it, and he probably jumped the gun a little bit (the whole Archie thing was still fresh right?), but honestly...it was definitely the happiest moment of his life. In that moment, he saw a beautiful girl and her plump, kissable, pink lips...and with the energy that's just constantly surrounding them, it was too much to bear anymore. He had to act. Carpe diem and all that.

Could it have been the sleuthing and the murder? Sure. Could it have been the fact that they were alone in her room? Yea that definitely didn't help matters. Could it have been the downward spiral this perfect girl was quickly falling into? Maybe. It may have had something to do with his instinctual reaction to try and calm her. Blame it on the hormones.

But regardless of the reason as to the why, when, and how, his only thought was wow. Holy hell was that a moment. It wasn't an intense or passionate kiss (like he had any experience in that anyways) but wow. The sweet simplicity of just pressing his undeserving lips onto hers was beyond words. And much to his pleasure, she didn't reject him. She didn't really accept him either, now that he thought about it. She immediately went back into Nancy Drew mode and they were off on the chase. He still wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

"The car!" ...and he thought HE was unromantic. Talk about a mood killer. But he knew that it was probably the wrong moment and he probably should have just waited until they figured this whole Jason/Polly thing out first anyways. C'est la vie he thought his recently realized male instincts.

Much to his surprise, something totally unexpected and amazing happened. As they were leaving the room to go on their next adventure she stopped by the door to turn and face him and simply said "To be continued" with a curt nod. He stood dazed for a moment until he heard the "Juggie!" from the stairs and rushed to her side.

And now here they were. Alone (finally if he's being honest). A day after their moment and he had no idea what to say. What do to do even! He honestly couldn't bear the rejection and at the same time it felt like his heart was going to explode from happiness. Holy shit is this how everyone else felt all the time? He thought grimly. Jesus, no wonder people acted crazy all the time. Just being in her presence was making him wild. Not being able to touch her or hold her. It was an unfamiliar feeling and it terrified him to his core.

She had texted him about an hour ago saying that they needed to talk and to met her at the Blue & Gold office as soon as possible. He figured it was about Polly or something with the paper since they were meeting there, but now that he was there, he knew it was for an entirely different purpose. They needed to be alone, without interruption, and what better place than the Blue & Gold office?

They were sitting on their respective chairs facing each other, but not actually looking at each other, and in complete silence. It felt like hours to him, but he knew it had really only been a few minutes minutes at most. He dared to look at her and saw that she was staring at him. Her sparkling blue eyes looking right into his soul. It would have intimidated him if it was anybody else. Or maybe only she could intimidate him like that...he wasn't really sure.

They both began at the same time.

"So…"

"Um…"

After a moment of awkward silence, waiting for the other to continue, they burst out into a fit of giggles and laughter. With the tension in air finally dissipated, they were able to slouch into their own chairs comfortably. As their laughter died down a slight tension returned, but it wasn't nearly as suffocating as it was before.

"Ladies first" he said as he extended his arm to her with a glimmer in his eye.

She smiled coyly at him and said "Well...I was told a lady should never kiss and tell so I'm not really sure what to say."

He almost laughed again. "I was told the same thing about gentlemen. Looks like we're at an impasse."

He could feel the air change. Again. It seemed to be a common occurrence now whenever they were alone together. They held onto their staring competition for dear life. Neither wanting to make the first move and potentially change an entire lifetime of friendship. He realized he needed to say something. He's the one that initiated the kiss after all…

"I had been wanting to do that for a long time." He said softly looking away from her ever so slightly. "The kiss I mean" he added almost apologetically.

Her face perked up. "Really?...I'm sorry, Juggie, I honestly had no idea…"

"Well I didn't exactly make it known. I knew how you felt about Archie...and it never really bothered me. I mean I suppose it did, but I assumed he was the guy who was going to make you happy so I just...never...really thought about it...acted on it" he added.

He paused to see if she was going to say anything, but she just kept gazing at him, not daring to interrupt him.

He sighed "Look I'm sorry. Honestly. I know things are...complicated right now and you've got all this stuff going on with Polly, and Jason's murder"

"Wait." She interrupted. "Do you...regret it?"

"What? No. No no no no no" he quickly responded, panicked as all hell. The last thing he wanted was to let her think that he didn't want. That he didn't enjoy it. "No I mean it was amazing for me. Seriously Bets. I just meant I regret the timing. With everything going on, I shouldn't have just thrown my feelings into the mix. I definitely enjoyed our moment and if I'm being honest I would like more of them."

What the fuck?! Did I just say that out loud?!

"I mean...um...shit. Look I know things are crazy and I understand if you need to focus on what's going on right now. I don't need or expect an answer or anything from you about what happened. Call it a momentary lapse in sanity. I promise something like that won't happen again." He sputtered out quickly. He was slightly out of breath. Who knew it could be so exhausting telling someone how you feel about them? But there it was, he laid it all out there. Whatever she decided, he would comply with it without any argument.

"So...you really do like me, huh?"

He couldn't help it. He laughed. The absurdity of that sweet question just made him laugh.

"You're telling me you still need clarification?" He managed to ask once he calmed down.

With her unwavering gaze he realized she needed the complete and honest truth. No room for sarcasm. After everything she's been through with her family in just this past week, he knew he had to be different.

With a heavy sigh he leaned forward and almost with a guilty expression said "Yea Bets, I really do like you."

All of a sudden she started giggling again. He leaned back in his chair and watched her. Her laughter grew and he could see her shoulders starting to shake.

Well that wasn't the reaction I expected he thought bitterly.

As she continued to ride through her laughter, he realized she was actually crying. Crying and laughing at the same time.

"Um...Betty...are you ok?" He asked cautiously.

She wiped the remaining tears from her face and looked at him dead on. "I just can't believe this is actually happening. I can't believe I wasted all of my time and energy being perfect to impress someone who never even wanted me. And here you are. An equally troubled mass of teenage hormones going through his own crisis literally baring his soul to me and I just can't believe I never saw it. I'm so sorry Juggie...I never even gave you a chance and you stood by and let me live my life and move forward without you."

"Bets, that's not fair to you. Like I said, I purposefully didn't show any interest. It's not that I didn't want to be with you or anything like that, it's just...the whole relationship thing just seems like so much more trouble than it's worth."

He paused for a second to catch his breath. "You deserve a knight in shining armor Betty. You deserve so much more than what I've got to offer."

"How could you even say that?!" She practically yelled as she jumped out of her chair. His eyes widened in shock.

She walked over to him and began jabbing her index finger into his chest with every sentence. "You're a great, amazing person. I know you hide under this whole brooding persona that you created, but I know you better than that. You want to keep people at bay so they can't or won't hurt you. But you've got a kind soul and an inquisitive mind. A yearning for knowledge that I can relate to. You make me want to be better." She gave him a quick glance and walked back as she turned her back to him, she slowly rose her arms to hug herself.

"You make me want to be better, but not perfect." She whispered it so softly that if it wasn't because he was hanging onto her every word, he probably would have missed that last little bit.

"Betty," he started as he stood up "I'm glad to hear you say that. Really, I am. I still don't think I deserve such praise, especially coming from you, but I know I can never make you change your mind when it's set on something." He chuckled quietly, he thinks to calm himself.

"And trust me when I say that when I kissed you was the best experience of my life. Even better than the first time I had a cheeseburger." He heard her scoff and he placed a hand gingerly on her shoulder.

"But you don't want anything." She said as she turned to face him. Her eyes clearly watering at the thought, and it broke his heart.

"It's not that I don't want anything Bets. I just don't want to add on my laundry list of baggage to yours. I've got my own demons I need to face and I don't want to bring you down with me."

"But why do we have to go through them alone? There's strength in numbers you know? I don't know how I could have even gotten the chance to see Polly if it wasn't for you. If your concern for me is what's stopping us from moving forward, then stop it. I'm a big girl now and when I need help I know how to ask for it."

She took a step towards him and reached up to grab his face in her palms.

"You called it a momentary lapse in sanity. And I don't know if you've realized, but crazy runs in my family. I still haven't really sorted out what this is, but Juggie, shouldn't we at least try? Together?" She questioned him. And it was so sincere and honest that he actually stopped to think about her question.

Would it be all that cumbersome or even a pain to try? He thought to himself. It can't be worse than watching her pining for Archie all these years...

His hands rose and landed on her face as well. They were both locked in together, each holding onto the other as a lifeline. Never breaking eye contact, not daring to move an inch.

"Well Juliet" -she smiled at his new nickname for her- "if this story is going to end in tragedy, at least we'll be the most famous."

"Sounds like a plan Romeo"

He smirked at the nickname and they slowly leaned their heads together until soft, pink lips connected with dry, chapped ones.

This kiss was different from their first one. Not so hesitant and anxious, or surprised even (from both sides), but now more confident and comfortable. Like this is how it should have always been. They both needed this kiss and it was definitely something they wanted.

He was running out of air and his brain was struggling to keep him alive. As much as he enjoyed their connection, he needed to breathe. He loosened his hold on her and slowly pulled away. With eyes closed, he placed his forehead on hers and he felt her nuzzle his nose with hers.

"Wow" they both breathed out.

Once their breathing calmed, she attacked him. Their third kiss was very different from their first two. There was a need that could only be satisfied by each other's touches. She came at him with such ferocity it shocked him for a moment and caused him to stumble backwards. He reached out to steady himself and managed to hold on to her waist to regain his balance. Once steady, he tightened his grip as her fingers roamed through his hair. His iconic beanie lay forgotten on the floor just like their inhibitions.

He was having a hard time concentrating on what they were doing. The sensory overload was unbelievable. The feel of her lips, the little bit of her skin on his fingertips, my god her fingers running through his hair. He pulled her closer to him and they opened their lips to deepen the kiss.

He had no idea what the hell he was doing, but dammit did he like it. He had seen the movies, read the books, but Jesus actually doing it, with pretty much the girl of his dreams, was indescribable.

Their lips were moving in organized chaos. Lips smacking, hands grabbing and pulling at whatever they could grasp, it was pure bliss.

After a few more mind-blowing seconds, their ferocity waned, and while their kisses slowed, their passion was at an all time high. Almost innocently, as if only to quell her curiosity, Betty's tongue tentatively reached out and touched his, and his every cell in his body was electrified.

Their tongues began battling in a war with no losers. He wanted to taste every inch of her mouth if possible, and it seemed like she wanted to do the same. Tongues touching teeth, cheeks, gums, whatever they could reach. She didn't taste like anything he'd ever eaten before, but he found that it was delicious. It was driving him wild and he couldn't get enough of her.

Now that they were getting into a rhythm, he could concentrate on other things. Like his hands. He held onto her tightly and his hands found their way to her perfect ponytail. He wanted to feel her hair the way she felt his. It felt amazing and he wanted to return the favor. But sadly, he was not a ponytail expert and he was unsure of how exactly to do it without breaking their kiss.

Almost as if she sensed his conundrum, she pulled at her hair and suddenly the silky strands were rolling down. He muttered out a "thanks" and dug his fingers into her hair.

Tongues clashing and hands in her hair, her hands all over him, he was in utter ecstasy. As he moved his fingers through her long, blonde strands he would gently pull and massage her scalp. During one of his ministrations a deep, guttural moan escaped her lips. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his brain at the sound and he pushed her body forward while pulling her against him simultaneously.

He hadn't realized that they had moved at all until Betty's legs hit the couch and they stumbled on top of it. She let out a eep! As they came crashing down.

She lay under him, eyes wide with shock and something akin to fascination, and as their kiss was broken, so was the spell that they were under.

He imagined that his face looked something similar to hers. Both panting in the aftermath of their little exercise, eyes glued to one another.

"That was some continuation" she said with grin.

He chuckled at her and smiled "It sure was something."

"So what now?...are we...um...together now?"

He smirked at her question "Bets, if being together means we could do everything we were doing before this and this, I can't say I would complain about that arrangement."

She giggled and he felt this sense of pride at being able to make her laugh. "I like the sound of that Juggie. Now, you should probably get off me so I can head home before my mom realizes I'm gone and castrates you." She said it with so much pep he would have laughed if it wasn't true.

Standing up, he held his hand out to help her up.

"Well, Juliet, I believe it's past your curfew and while I enjoy the idea of climbing up to your tower for an indecent rendezvous," -he smirked and wiggled his arched eyebrow- "I don't think I would particularly like that being our only chance to see each other, nor would I like to become a eunuch."

"I agree" she giggled. "Let's go Romeo." She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the office her and he heard her laughter echoing in the halls and he really couldn't help but laugh along with her. Geez, when did I become such a sap? He thought as he inwardly rolled his eyes.

Things may be crazy and maybe they didn't have any idea how this would all turn out, but in this moment, he was beyond happy and he was going to hold onto this moment for as long as he could.