Chapter Two
Jughead stepped out of the car and leaned against the hood with a lit cigarette between his lips, Veronica giving him a disappointed look and propping her hands on her hips.
"You seriously need to drop that habit." She huffed as she wrinkled her nose and waved the smoke away from her face. Jughead only shrugged as he inhaled, his eyes watching the funeral attendees walk by as they made their way into the Riverdale community center for the reception.
"Jughead." He turned around at the sound of his name and saw Fred walking towards him, his hands keeping warm in his old work jacket he had worn since Jughead could remember, "Thought I recognized that hat. I haven't seen you in years."
"Hey, Fred." Jughead said softly, blowing the smoke out of his lungs as the man placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze before pulling him in for a tight hug.
"How you been, son?" Fred asked and Jughead swallowed hard. No matter how long it had been since the gang had gone their separate ways, Fred still was the father he wished his own could have been.
"I've been better. Fred, I'm so sorry about Archie." Jughead said as he pat Fred's back, the man stepping back and holding him at arms length.
"I am too. Archie loved you, Jug. Up until his death he still told people about his brother who lived in the Southside. Thank you for coming to the funeral today, it would have meant the world to him."
"I know Archie and I hadn't seen each other in a long time and that was my fault but I wouldn't have missed this. I just wish I had done a better job at being his friend." They turned at the sound of Veronica sniffling, the girl apologizing and digging tissues out of her purse to dab at the tears under her eyes.
"Sorry, sorry please ignore me." she said, Fred stepping to her and pulling her into a comforting hug, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Andrews." Jughead sighed and placed the cigarette back to his lips as he looked up to see Mary and Betty walking towards them. He quickly stomped out his cigarette and exhaled the rest of the smoke.
"Jughead, Veronica, thank you for coming." Mary said as she wiped away a stray tear before hugging them both, Jughead looking over her shoulder at the newly widowed Betty who was fidgeting with a lock of hair, "Let's go inside where it's warm so we can talk."
Before Jughead could get a chance to say hello to his old friend Mary had wrapped her arm around her back and was leading her into the building, Veronica and Fred hurrying after them. He tightened his jacket to fight off the bitter wind and fell in line behind a group of alumni Bulldogs as they made their way inside.
"I'm so sorry, Betty. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you." one of Betty's old elementary school teachers said as she took her hands in her own and pat them gently, "Archibald was such a good kid."
"Thank you, Mrs. Easton." she replied quietly, leaning down so the old woman could kiss her cheek before making her way to get some of the punch her mom had just set out on the refreshment table. She reached for one of the glasses, stopping when she caught site of his graduation picture, framed and sitting in front of a flower arrangement next to the punch bowl. She pulled her hand back and turned away from the table as an older couple she barely remembered stopped to give her their condolences.
She thanked them, rather hastily, and pushed through the crowd to try and find an empty spot where she could breathe. She broke through the crowd and halted in her tracks as she nearly ran into a table. A black lacy table cloth draped the rectangular table and from one end to the other it was covered in framed pictures of Archie. From preschool through college, a large one of their wedding day, some of their engagement photos, and a few of his football photos as well. Her heart was beating rapidly and her hands started shaking as she felt panic rushing in, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at the smiling face she'd never see again. Her chest felt heavy and tight as it began to ache, Betty reaching up and gripping the collar of her dress.
"Betty?" she heard a soft voice ask, turning to see a face she hadn't seen in years, "Betty, what's wrong?"
"I need air." she whispered, her voice cracked and shaky, "Jughead, just help me get out of here." It was a desperate plea and he nodded, placing his hand on her back and leading her towards one of the back exits. He lookedover his shoulder to make sure no one was following in hopes she would have a moment to herself. She slipped through the door, Jughead right behind, and grasped the old iron railing on the back stoop as she sucked in the cold winter air. Her lungs burned from the cold as she took deep breaths and she shivered, regretting not grabbing her coat on the way out. She stood straight and closed her eyes, tilting her face up towards the overcast sky as she felt her heart finally slowing down. A fleece lined denim jacket was laid on her shoulders, Betty turning to look back at Jughead who was leaning against the cold brick of the building with his arms crossed to keep himself warm.
"It's been a few years." she said softly, Jughead giving her a sad smile and moving to stand next to her, "How have you been, Juggie?"
"I've been better. I'm more concerned about you though." he answered as he slid his beanie off, the winter breeze flirting with the thick locks of black hair that fell free and brushed against his forehead.
"I've definitely been better." she answered and took a deep breath, "Every where I looked there were pictures of him, Jug, and it just felt like it was being rubbed in my face that he's gone. And all of these people keep coming up and saying they're sorry. People I haven't seen in years, a decade or more, hugging me and asking if there is anything they can do and I felt like I was suffocating. I had to get out of there."
"Do you need me to leave you alone?" he asked and she turned to look at him, shaking her head and wrapping his jacket tightly around her.
"I always liked your company." she answered and he smirked, following her gaze as she turned to look at the sun as it began to sink behind the Riverdale skyline, "I'm glad you came today. He would have liked that."
"That's what Fred said, too." Jughead answered as he watched her reach up and tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, "Betty, I'm not trying to be nosy, and I know this is a dangerous question to ask some women, but, are you…?"
"Yes." she whispered, sniffling and wiping fresh tears with his jacket sleeve, "Five months as of yesterday." Her hand moved to the little swollen bump of her belly and smoothed the dress over it, her smile sad as she looked down at it.
"What do you need me to do, Betty? What can I do or get you? For you and for the baby."
"That's sweet, Juggie, I appreciate it, but I think I'm okay."
"Betty." His voice was stern, yet still soft and it got her attention. She turned to face him, resting her hip against the railing as he stood straight and turned to her, "My offer is not empty like most people's in a time like this. If you need me, I'm a phone call away and I will drop anything I'm doing to help you."
"Why, Jug? We haven't seen each other since our last year of college and we barely spoke for a few years before that. So why are you all of a sudden hell bent on helping me?" She lifted a curious eyebrow and stepped towards him, placing her hand on his arm lightly.
Jughead swallowed hard as guilt overcame him, his eyes leaving hers and looking down towards the ground.
"I was a terrible friend to Archie these past few years. I basically dropped him as soon as I joined the Serpents and I regret that so much. I missed your graduations, I missed your wedding, I missed a lot, and I will never be able to apologize enough for that." He exhaled the breath he didn't realize he had been holding and ran his fingers roughly through his hair and resting it on the back of his neck, "The night before he left for college, Betts, he asked me for a favor."
"A favor?"
"He wanted me to take care of you in case anything happened to him." She sucked in a harsh breath, her bottom lip pulling between her teeth as she felt it begin to tremble with a new set of fresh tears.
"Hey, man." Archie said as he tossed the basketball he had been bouncing on his bedroom floor, Jughead dropping his notebook and pen to catch it before it hit him in the head.
"What now, Arch?" Jug asked with a smirk, tossing the basketball back and leaning off his air mattress to collect his writing supplies.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"I am not going out this late in my sleep clothes to get you anything." Archie laughed as he shook his head, Jughead grinning and laughing with him. Archie's laugh had always been infectious and that was one of the many things he loved about the young man who was basically his brother.
"Nah, man, this is a serious favor."
"Alright, what do you want?"
"If anything happens to me at all, like if I die, or I'm hooked up to machines and a vegetable, will you please look after Betty for me? Make sure she's okay, look after her and make sure she's taking care of herself?"
"Yeah, man, but why the sudden morbid turn to the evening?" Jughead asked with a concerned eyebrow raised, his pen resting against the page he was writing on. The ink had started to suck into the paper from the tip of the pen, creating a small black blotch at the end of a sentence.
"I just want to make sure if anything happens that she'll be okay and that she'll have friends there for her. Betty tries to deal with things on her own but I don't want her to be lonely. When my grandpa passed away, I had to remind my dad to shower and eat for a long time. I don't want Betty to suffer the same way."
"You know I'll be there for her, Arch. I love Betts, you two are my best friends. I'm not gonna let her suffer. But you need to get out of that mindset because everyone knows ole Golden Boy here will live to be nearly a hundred and die peacefully in his sleep in the old folks home his kids stuck him in."
"Do I at least get hot nurses?"
"What's the point in living to be that old in a nursing home if you don't?" They both busted out laughing and Archie rolled the basketball underneath his bed as they both settled for bed, "Your last night home, Arch."
"I know. Tomorrow I leave for school."
"Tomorrow I take full reign of the Serpents."
"My number has been the same it's always been, unless you don't have it anymore."
"No, I have it." she answered softly as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Archie. Her Archie. He had always looked out for her, protected her, and even now it felt like he still was as Jughead stood there in front of her. She felt a smile pull at her tear streaked face and she found herself stepping forward, wrapping her arms around Jughead and pulling him into a tight hug. His arms slid around her back and he squeezed her gently, taking great care not to squish the tiny baby between them.
"Archie was my best friend, my brother even if not by blood, and I'll be damned if I don't keep my promise to him. I know our friendship has been strained for years, Betts, but I want to fix it if you'll let me." She stepped back and gave him a watery grin, moving to her tiptoes and pecking his cheek quickly and lightly.
"Of course, Juggie. Now let's go inside and power through the rest of this reception."
"Want me to stay close and beat up anyone that suffocates you."
"I'm not so sure about beating them up, but if you could just scare them away from me I would be most appreciative." With a soft laugh shared between them he reached over and pulled the door open for her, Betty thanking him as they made their way back into the teary crowd.
A/N: So this is a little short, my apologies, the chapters should be getting longer from here on out. Please let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoyed.
