p class="MsoNormal"span style="text-decoration: underline;"span style="font-family: SimSun;"For the first time all summer./span/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: SimSun;"There were times during the summer when Betty cooper would gaze from her window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her hottie of a neighbor, and best friend. But he was almost never there. Between football practice and working for his dad, she wasn't surprised, but she was still disappointed. Catching a glimpse of Jughead Jones getting dressed in the morning was what kept her happy the rest of the day…/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: SimSun;"She and Jughead and arranged that evening to hang out at Pop's, but when Betty arrived who should be in their favorite booth but Archie Andrews. Brought up on the Southside, his dad an alcoholic and his mom AWOL, Archie hadn't had the best time. Normally Betty was sympathetic to this plight, but right now all she wanted was for Archie to leave because this was her one night with just her and Jughead, and she didn't need him looking all depressed and weary so that Jughead would feel bad for him, probably invite him to hang out with them, making her the third wheel to their Bro-mance. "Hey Archie" she started to say, just as he turned around "Betty Cooper." He said simply, sounding as tired as he looked. "Hi..Look," said Betty, glancing over her shoulder, checking for Jughead, "..you want me to leave." Said Archie, following her gaze. Relief then guilt flooded her head. "No, not emleave Pop's/em just, just the booth…" she finished lamely. Archie started to reply, just as the door to Pop's swung open. They both looked, but it wasn't Jughead. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: SimSun;"There were times during the summer when Betty cooper would gaze from her window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her hottie of a neighbor, and best friend. But he was almost never there. Between football practice and working for his dad, she wasn't surprised, but she was still disappointed. Catching a glimpse of Jughead Jones getting dressed in the morning was what kept her happy the rest of the day…/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: SimSun;"She and Jughead and arranged that evening to hang out at Pop's, but when Betty arrived who should be in their favorite booth but Archie Andrews. Brought up on the Southside, his dad an alcoholic and his mom AWOL, Archie hadn't had the best time. Normally Betty was sympathetic to this plight, but right now all she wanted was for Archie to leave because this was her one night with just her and Jughead, and she didn't need him looking all depressed and weary so that Jughead would feel bad for him, probably invite him to hang out with them, making her the third wheel to their Bro-mance. "Hey Archie" she started to say, just as he turned around "Betty Cooper." He said simply, sounding as tired as he looked. "Hi..Look," said Betty, glancing over her shoulder, checking for Jughead, "..you want me to leave." Said Archie, following her gaze. Relief then guilt flooded her head. "No, not emleave Pop's/em just, just the booth…" she finished lamely. Archie started to reply, just as the door to Pop's swung open. They both looked, but it wasn't Jughead. /span/p
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