Hi there! New author :) I'm not sure what this is going to turn out to be. Either a story or a bunch of oneshots. I could definitely use some prompts though. In this chapter, Betty and Jughead aren't yet together, but Betty has already asked Jughead help him write for the Blue and Gold.

She had seen him coming from across the hall. She pretended to be preoccupied in her locker, but she couldn't help but smile as he walked over to her. His blue eyes shining with anticipation and care. He approached her and said, "Hey Betty."

"Hi, Jughead," Betty replied with a grin. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to Pops to work on an article for the Blue and Gold," Jughead said.

"I'd love to!" She exclaimed. "After cheer practice at 4?"

"Works for me," he confirmed.

"Great! Bye Juggie!" She waved as she walked down the hallway to her next class.

*LATER AT POPS*

"I still don't understand why the food in the cafeteria is such an interesting topic to you, Jughead," said Betty.

"Because," Jughead explained. "Nutrition is important to me. So exposing the cafeteria crap they serve us is equally as important." He said this all as he filled his mouth with his fifth burger.

"Mmhhm," said Betty, doubtfully. "You sure this isn't just to get back at the lunch lady for not giving you a third slice of pizza yesterday?"

"Psshh, please Betty," Jughead denied, rolling his eyes. "I can only write about things I'm passionate about, and whether it's for nutritional benefit or because I was denied the fullfilment of my stomach, I'm passionate about this. So what do you think about the article?"

Betty scanned over it again. "Um.. it's not to bad. You've got a few grammatical errors here and there."

"What?!?" Jughead exclaimed with shock written all over his face as he pulled his laptop back over to him. "I don't make grammatical mistakes!"

"Kidding, only kidding," Betty giggled. "That's one of the reasons I love your writing, Juggie. You are excellent with words."

Jughead looked over at Betty, who was grinning, pleased at her teasing. A sly smile crept onto his face as he caught her contagious positivity. Man, he loved her. But she would never feel the same. All she had eyes for was Archie Andrews, who also happened to be Jugheads only best friend. What a coincidence.

"Juggie?" Betty asked, bringing him back to reality. He was staring at her, lost in thought.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Lost my train of thought. So you like it? It's good enough to publish?" Jughead questioned.

"Yes, it's beautifully written, Juggie," Betty replied. "We'll get it on the front page tomorrow and expose the lunch ladies for what they truly serve us. You might not even get a second slice of pizza anymore, though." She emphasized.

"Oh well, the consequences of being an exquisite journalist." Jughead smirked. "I'll just come to Pops and get more burgers."

Betty smiled because she knew it was true. Pops was like a second home to Jughead most of the time. Besides her place, of course.

"We should probably head home," Jughead said, pulling her from her thoughts. He closed his laptop and gathered his notebook and bag.

"Sure," Betty said, grabbing her backpack.

They paid for their burgers and milkshakes and walked home together, side by side.