( hey guys I just wanted to create this little Drabble after thinking about Bughead. I have this weird feeling Jugheads parents were in high school when he joined the party. I don't know if I will make it a one shot or not. So message me if you want more of this. Thanks again and this is not edited so be gentle on my grammar. Enjoy!).
Well shit.
That was the only thing that Jughead could think as him and Betty stared down at the cheap plastic test in front of them.
'How the hell did this happen?' He thought as he ran a hand through his hair. 'You see when a man and a woman love each other very much- NO NO that is not what happened. What happened was the one time Betty relied on just the condom, it fails' he thought to himself, practically feeling the sweat fall down his face.
"Maybe it's a false positive?" Betty whispered softly, her hands shaking so hard they looked like trees during a hurricane in Florida. ".. maybe I didn't do the test correctly and it's just wrong.. yea that's what happened it's just wrong." She said softly even though she knew for a fact that she was lying to herself. She had all the symptoms in the book- the tender breasts, the strong sense of smell, the vomiting- OH THE VOMITING. She had been puking her guts out for a month, even getting to the point where she had once vomited in Jugheads beloved hat because they were on top of the Farris wheel and well, there wasn't any other options. She knew she was pregnant, HELL everyone in town practically knew at this point, but were too polite to ask her.
"What are we going to do Juggie?" She whispered leaning her head on his shoulder hoping to find some comfort or some reassurance that he knew what to do.
'What are we going to do? First off Betty your mother is going to shoot me in the head for knocking up her precious Betty. Second off I'm going to get an 'I told you so' from my father because I'm making the same mistake he made 17 years ago when he knocked my mom up with me. Third off, your parents are going to kill you because now BOTH of their daughters got knocked up, unwed and in high school.' He thought standing up as he started to pace.
"We have three options Betts- adoption, abortion or keeping it."
Keeping it, yea that sounds fun. Betty saw the hell that Polly was going through raising Jay all by herself. How now she looked like a walking corpse because she hadn't slept in the past year. How every night she comes home with vomit teased in her hair or crying because Jay won't stop crying. Even Cheryl would come home after babysitting her precious little nephew exhausted and claiming that that little spawn was no way related to her precious dead brother. Also, the labor. Oh, Betty remembered the labor of Jay. She couldn't look at Jughead for weeks, then wouldn't let him touch her for a month after witnessing the agony that her sister went through. No WAY could she endure that amount of pain.
Adoption.
'Did my parents even think about putting me up for adoption?' Jughead thought seeing that his parents were in the same situation that they were currently in. Sure it would be easier, abortion meant they would never have to think about this moment ever again and adoption meant they could forget ( but probably not ) but still have that child wandering around this world. A child with Jett black hair and perfect blue eyes, maybe even Betty's smile if it was lucky. Jughead groaned not even wanting to think about giving up something they created. Unexpectedly created mind you.
".. Betts.. what do we do?"