Hey guys, I'm obsessed with Riverdale, way too much, so I decided to write a fanfic about it. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I hope you all like it!

- Primrose

Jughead closed the door to the trailer, worried to meet Betty's eyes. The way she'd looked at him, he couldn't handle it. It was a look of fear, and just a little disappointment. But what could he have done? Jughead couldn't have said no, especially because of the fact that his dad had also been a Serpent. They were there for him, he didn't have his father, but he had another family to turn to. He also had Betty, and Archie, but aside from that, the boy had no one. Jughead turned towards her, his eyes looking into hers.

"Juggie," she started, Betty's eyes turning away from his. Jughead stared at her, preparing an answer in his head.

"Why did you say yes? I thought, I thought you were ashamed of your dad being a Serpent, and now you join them? I just don't understand," she added, and Jughead noticed her fingers were pressed into the palm of her hand. He went from her to her, and gently touched her skin. He could feel the tension in her hands softening, as he began to speak.

"I don't know how to explain it, the Serpents were there for me, and my father. It just, I felt like I had to do it," he whispered, edging closer to her. Betty's breath tickled the edge of his face, as he looked at her fondly. He heard her take a deep breath, before replying.

"Juggie, you have me, and you have Archie and Mr. Andrews. You also have my mom and dad, believe it or not," she told him, as he made the space between them disappear, and he felt his forehead against hers. Slowly, he let go of her hands, and while the moment was over, he felt a longing for her. He wanted to say "I love you Betty Cooper," grab her and never let go. He wanted so much, but the Jones men never got what they want. Especially Jughead, he didn't have his parents or sister, or the past of a happy person. It was made up for by giving him the greatest girlfriend ever, and the happiness he got when he was near her. Sure that the previous events would not occur twice in a night, he prepared to take her home.

"I guess I'll take you home now," he said into the silence. Betty just nodded, but her face reddened. He smirked a little, assuming that she was recalling what might have happened that night. Grabbing his keys and her hand, he led the way outside. He opened the door on Betty's side, then went into the drivers seat. The drive back to Betty's house was quiet, but he figured there was nothing to say. After this he would spend his last night at his dads trailer, before going to his foster family. Jughead was surprised at how nice they'd been, not looking at him like he was the son of a criminal. Instead it was like he was a boy who had misfortune, but it didn't mean anything to them. Jughead appreciated that, as he didn't know what he'd do if it wasn't ok. He always figured things out, but now was the worst time. He jolted out of his reverie when he arrived at Betty's house. Getting out of the car, Jughead prepared to walk her to the door. Grabbing Betty's hand, they walked till they were at the front.

"Betty, he started, but didn't know what else to say. Instead he put his hands on her face and brought her lips on his. The butterflies fluttered in his stomach, a feeling he wasn't used to. Letting go of his embrace, Betty smiled at him.

"Goodnight Juggie," she whispered, before leaving him to go inside. He stood on her doorstep for a second, cold from the absence of her warmth. Putting his hands behind his head, his fingers knitting into his beanie, Jughead walked back to his fathers truck. Riverdale may have changed, but he had too. A year ago he would never have guessed that he'd be with Betty Cooper of all people, and his father would be in jail.

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