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Brunch was going surprisingly well for the reunited friends. Conversation became a lot more lighthearted than the seriousness in the beginning. There were laughs. There were numerous occasions where Betty's mimosa almost came out of her nose. Archie and her slowed down with drinking the mimosas, but she was pretty drunk. Drunk enough where she kept her hand on Jughead's lap. Basically if Betty was sober, her hand would not be there.

Jughead didn't seem to mind though. There were moments where he wanted to put his hand on her hand, but just left it alone. He knew Betty was drunk, and he would never take advantage of her. He was relieved that Veronica somewhat forgave him although he knew that she meant it when she said that he was on thin ice. He had no intention of leaving anytime soon. He was finally home, with his friends, where he belonged. There were still a few things he had to work through himself, but it was a work in progress.

Although with Betty… He wasn't quite sure where they stood. Jughead had a feeling that she had a few other, more personal, questions to ask. Questions that would involve long winded conversations, possibly also including frustration and tears from both sides. He wanted to talk to her one on one, but he didn't know when they would be alone together.

When Jughead saw Betty as the hostess led them to the table, he… was speechless. For a writer, he was sure at a loss for words It was her. She looked gorgeous. She was the only girl he knew that could pull off the no make up look. She wore make up, but to highlight her features. From what he saw, she was wearing a simple flowery summer dress. But when she stood up—after what seemed like a while since she was staring at him—his heart stopped. Jughead had always thought she was beautiful. Her crystal blue eyes were something that Jughead loved looking at. He never told her that because he always teased her for looking at his eyes. She definitely became more curvaceous, but he could tell that she was fit underneath her dress and from the tone of her arms. For a lack of better words, she grew up. She aged like fine wine over the past ten years.

"So what're we going to do next?" Betty asked cheerfully, very much still in her drunken stupor.

"Well you guys can come over and check out my apartment. It's not much, but it's doable," Jughead offered.

"If we're all in agreement, I'm up for checking out Jughead's place," Veronica said.

"I'm in," Archie replied.

"Sure why not, I have not else to do," Betty said, smiling while looking at Jughead.

The glance shared between Veronica and Archie didn't go unnoticed by Jughead. He gave them a questioning look. Archie shook his head and looked away. Veronica shrugged and took a sip of water.

"Okay cool," Jughead said. "How do we want to get there? Cab? Subway? Uber?"

"Why don't you and Betty go ahead? Archie and I will pick up some snacks or something," Veronica suggested.

Jughead raised his eyebrow at the raven-haired girl, who happened to be smirking, "Sure, if that's okay with Betty. Then it's okay with me."

Betty clapped her hands and said cheerfully, "Of course it's okay with me!"

Everyone jokingly laughed at Betty, knowing that she gets ten times peppier if she's had something to drink. And she definitely had a lot to drink.

Jughead felt slightly nervous that it was going to just be him and Betty alone together. The last time they were alone together was when he ended their relationship, ten years ago. He wasn't exactly sure how this was going to go.

"Are you sure, Jug? I can just make Ronnie go by herself and keep you guys company," Archie offered quietly while Veronica took care of the bill. Betty was too in her own world to know what was going on around her.

"No, no, don't worry about us Archie. We'll be fine. I think us being alone together would be good for us," Jughead reassured, maybe more to himself than Archie.

"You sure?"

"Yes," Jughead said definitively.

"What're you two girls whispering about over there?" Veronica asked, shifting the women's attention to the men.

"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Betty repeated.

"Nothing," Archie said quickly. "Are we ready?"

"Yep! Bill's paid for and everything," Betty answered as she started to get up from her seat, although a bit wobbly standing.

Jughead was quick to stand up, steadying her with his hands on her hips, "Whoa there drunkie. Let's get you to my apartment in one piece."

"Oh how I'd love to go back to your apartment, Jughead Jones. I can show you a really good time," Betty whispered seductively as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Although, the whisper wasn't really a whisper as Jughead could see Archie and Veronica's eyes widen at the comment.

"Oh, um…" Jughead cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with his current situation.

"C'mon Betty, let's go," Veronica said as she pulled her away from Jughead, interlocking their arms.

Jughead saw a slight pout from Betty as she was getting pulled away. What Betty said to him did some things to him. Things to him that causes the blood in his body to rush south. He quickly checked to make sure his pants weren't fitting to the point any person could see his other downstairs brain standing tall and proud. Thankfully it wasn't.

"Let's go Juggie," Archie chuckled as he wrapped his arm around his childhood best friend's neck.

As the boys followed the girls through the hotel, Archie kept asking Jughead if he was really okay with them being alone. Jughead kept reassuring that they'll be okay.

"Dude, Ronnie and I heard what she said to you. While Ronnie thinks it's a great idea for you guys to be alone," Archie paused. "I, on the other hand, just want you guys to be careful. You guys haven't been alone since things ended. I'm not sure how things will go down, especially with Betty drunk. Betty drunk is kind of a coin toss, you're not really sure what's going to happen."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jughead asked as he kept his eyes on Betty as she walked in front of him.

"Dude, stop staring. Please," Archie chuckled, which caused Jughead to playfully shove him. "Ow, that really hurt. But seriously, when Betty gets drunk, it's sometimes hard to talk to her. She could either be really emotional or really fun."

"She seems to be having fun right now," Jughead noted as Betty kept purposely sticking her foot in front of Veronica, no doubt causing frustration.

"Okay, I warned you," Archie shrugged as they followed the girls out of the building.

The foursome stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Betty stood next to Jughead, wrapping her arms around his waist. He reflexively put his arm around her shoulder, causing questioning looks from both Veronica and Archie. He just shrugged and held the drunken blonde close to his body. He always loved having Betty close to him. He always loved wrapping his arms around her because she told him that it makes her feel safe. He looked down at Betty and saw her looking at him, smiling. He mouthed "What?" to her and she just shook her head, burying her face in his chest.

"Okay, love birds. Before I see you rekindle your relationship right in front of my eyes, what's the plan?" Veronica said, interrupting their moment.

Jughead gave Betty a small squeeze, "Well we can just go ahead. We're going to take an Uber and I'll text Archie the address. What are you guys going to get?"

"Probably alcohol," Veronica said nonchalantly.

"Wait what?!" Jughead and Archie said at the same time.

"Alcohol," Veronica repeated flatly. "You both heard me. While you guys were walking like turtles behind us, Elizabeth and I agreed that today's going to be a day where we just drink since we haven't all been together in such a long time."

"Vee, you can't be serious right? Bets is already drunk," Archie said.

"We're very serious," Veronica said. "It was her idea, so I just went with it."

Archie rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, "Fine whatever."

"Okay, well I'm going to call an Uber. I'll text you guys the address," Jughead said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Got it," Archie confirmed. "We'll see you guys in a little bit. Any alcohol preference?"

"Anything's fine with me," Jughead said. He nudged Betty for her answer, but she was dozing off. "Great, she's going to fall asleep."

"Huh, what's happening?" Betty said sleepily, as she nuzzled her face into Jughead's body in a feeble attempt to get comfortable while standing.

"Nothing, Bets," Jughead said soothingly while he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

"Aw, how cute," Veronica said teasingly. "But this is where we part for now. See you in a bit Forsythe."

Jughead rolled his eyes, "Whatever. See you guys."

Archie smirked and waved at Jughead, who had a sleepy Betty cradled in his arm. Ronnie stared at the couple in front of her and smiled, and waved as she went to follow her boyfriend down the busy New York sidewalk.

Betty shifted her body in front of Jughead so that he could wrap both his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug. Since he was at least a whole head taller than Betty, he rested his chin on top of her head.

Jughead felt Betty mumble something into his chest, so he pulled back and looked at her, "What'd you say?"

"I said you smell good," Betty said drunkenly as she nuzzled her nose into his chest.

"Uh thanks? I think," Jughead chuckled, quickly sending Archie a text of his address.

The two waited for the Uber on the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other's arms. Like they were a couple, Jughead thought to himself. He wasn't exactly sure where Betty's flirty-ness came from, but it sure as hell felt like they never broke up. How they were currently acting together felt completely natural to him, even though he knows Betty's drunk.

But usually, if a person does something that you know they wouldn't do sober, doesn't it mean that they want to do it?

"What're you thinking about?" Betty asked, breaking Jughead out of his thoughts.

Jughead looked down at Betty, who was looking at him in a way that he knew all too well. He knew that look in her eye. She wanted him. He hardened at the thought of him and Betty doing something highly inappropriate for a street. It has been a while since he personally was intimate with anyone—about six months or so. He never looked for sex. Sure, he had the occasional drunken one-night stand and rare fling that lasted for more than a month. But nothing ever serious to call a "relationship." He did form some attractions to a few women over the years, but it could never be compared to the way the woman in front of him made him feel.

"Nothing," Jughead smiled.

Betty tilted her head, giving him a look over, "You're lying."

"How do you know Betty Cooper?" He asked playfully.

"Because," Betty paused and snaked her arm between them, resting it on Jughead's belt buckle.

"Because what?" Jughead's breath hitched as he responded, feeling his cock fully harden at the proximity of Betty's hand.

"I don't need to know, I can feel it," Betty tip-toed to whisper seductively into his ear.

"Fuck," Jughead groaned while he felt her lower her hand over the bulge, creating a delicious friction.

"Come on, Juggie. Don't you want me?" Betty kept her voice even as she slowly nipped at his ear.

"Betty, not here," Jughead gritted out, bringing his down to cover Betty's. That motion caused her to gently squeeze his cock. "Holy fuck."

Jughead was so lost in the sensations Betty was causing him that he didn't realize that his phone rang, notifying that the Uber had arrived. A loud car honk snapped him back to reality. He removed their hands from his body, and Jughead swore he heard Betty let out a small whine.

"Hey kid! Are you Jughead Jones?" The driver from the car on the street asked.

Jughead coughed, attempting to shake off his lust for the current blonde who re-wrapped her arms around him, "Yeah, sorry. We'll be right there. Come on, Betty."

Jughead unwrapped his arms from Betty, holding out his hand. She did the same and took his hand, interlacing their fingers. They walked the short distance from where they were standing on the sidewalk to the car. Jughead opened the door to the sedan that was waiting for them. Betty entered the car with Jughead following right behind her.

"Hey, man. Sorry about that. We got caught up in the moment," Jughead started to apologize to the Uber driver.

"Don't worry about it kid. I used to get caught up with my wife like that all the time back in the day," The Uber driver said casually as he started to drive to Jughead's apartment, turning up the volume on the radio.

Jughead looked over at Betty, who was leaning on the window with her eyes closed. He smiled at the girl next to him, who still clearly had the same effect she has always had on him. He couldn't believe how sexual? or maybe more forward she was when it came to anything sexual. He could remember when they were in high school that it took a while for Betty to be comfortable with even talking about sex. They were each other's first everything, so it was a learning experience for the both of them.

Although, Jughead's favorite thing was definitely bringing her to an orgasmic bliss with his mouth and tongue. Sure, the act of sex itself was amazing to him as it would be to every male, but oral sex—especially to Elizabeth Cooper—was something Jughead took pride in.

After what Betty pulled on the sidewalk, Jughead needed a cold shower. A very cold, cold shower. His cock still felt very hard. Only Betty Cooper could elicit this kind of reaction from him. He usually could contain his horniness and sexual desires, but at this current moment, the driving thought in his mind was to fuck her.

Actually no, not fuck her.

Show her how much he loves her.

The car stopped in front of Jughead's apartment building. He didn't even realize that they were already at their destination. He gently nudged Betty to wake her up and she moved a little bit, but still kept her eyes closed.

"Bets," Jughead said softly while gently nudging her. "Bets, wake up. We're here."

Betty stirred, waking up slowly, "What? Where are we?"

"We're at my apartment. Come on, let's go. You can rest when we get upstairs," Jughead said softly.

Betty nodded, doing a small stretch. Jughead turned to the driver, "Hey thanks again sir."

"No problem kid, take care of your lady," The driver responded.

Jughead stepped out of the car, walked over to Betty's side and opened the door for her. She looked at him surprised over his small action. He just shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Jughead Jones, so ever the gentleman," Betty teased as she walked past him to the building.

Jughead smirked at her comment as he followed her in, briskly walking in front to open the door for her, "After you, milady."

Betty curtsied teasingly and walked into the building. Jughead went in after her as she stood in front of the elevator, pressing the up button. She realized that her drunken-ness was slowly going away. Although it may not have seemed like it, she knew what she was doing to him while they were waiting on the sidewalk. She wanted the man standing next to her in more ways than you can imagine. But she knew that he would not take advantage of her, so she decided to take the first step, making her intentions perfectly clear to him.

The elevator arrived and the two past lovers walked in. Jughead pressed the button to his floor and leaned against the elevator wall. Betty, on the other hand, was leaning the side opposite of him. The sexual tension between them inside this elevator was so thick that Jughead was doing his best to think of anything else. It wasn't working out because his mind kept drifting to the blonde next to him. He intentionally kept the distance between them because he was trying very hard to keep himself under control.

The elevator dinged, signaling that they arrived at Jughead's floor, effectively breaking him out of the very inappropriate thoughts going through his head. He walked out first with Betty following close behind him. When they made it to his front door, he was fumbling with his keys to open the door.

"Juggie, are you okay?" Betty asked softly as she stood behind him.

Jughead cleared his throat, finally getting the key inside the lock, "Yeah. I'm okay."

He opened the door, moving to the side, letting Betty walk in first. She slowly walked in, taking in his apartment. The only word that came to her mind to describe his apartment was him.

It was very him.

It was vintage to look rustic, but modern enough. She noticed he had a moderately sized flat screen television hanging on the wall next to a window with a stand placed beneath it that had a game console and a small stereo system. The couch that was placed in the middle of his living room was huge. Huge enough where it could hold at least six people, possibly eight if they were squeezed in tightly. She also noted the large bookcase on one of the walls in the living room that had a variety of things—old vinyl records, books, and a small collection of film cameras. On the other side, there were many pictures that included places from all over and people.

Though, one particular photograph caught her eyes.

She walked up to the photograph and tilted her head. She knew exactly when that picture was taken.

"Hey Jug?" She called out to him as he closed the door, throwing his keys on the counter.

"What's up?" His voice got slightly louder as he walked up, standing behind her.

"This picture," Betty pointed to it on the wall. "How...? How did you get this picture?"

Jughead looked at which photograph Betty was talking about. He chuckled, "Oh that picture."

"Yes, how'd you get it?" Betty repeated the question.

It was a photograph of the two of them. At Betty's high school graduation party that took place at the park near her house. Betty was smiling brightly, eyes closed with her head thrown back as Jughead was behind her, pushing her on the swing. Of course Jughead was looking at Betty, so only half of his profile was shown, but anyone could clearly see the grin he sported. It was a clear depiction of their relationship at the time—so carefree, no responsibilities, not a single care in the world—it showed how in love they were with each other.

"Ah, yes, that one," Jughead started. "I let Archie mess around with the camera I recently built and had him take pictures at your graduation party."

"I remember you getting so excited about building a film camera," Betty said as she turned around to face him, giving him a small smile.

"Yeah, the pictures from that day came out really well. I still have the film roll of it if I ever wanted to develop them again," Jughead answered, returning the small smile back.

"I would like to see them, if that's okay. Since you know, I never saw them…" Betty trailed off, looking off to the side.

"Oh right, I forgot," Jughead lied, knowing that she never got to see the first development of photographs because they didn't see each other after that day until today. "I can get them developed before the reunion."

"Cool," Betty gave him a smile and walked away form him, continuing to explore the apartment.

When she walked away, Jughead stared at the photograph of them. He remembered that day so clearly like it was yesterday. He knew before the graduation party had even started that he was going to end their relationship. Was his rationale for ending it right? At the time, it seemed like the best option. Looking back at what happened, he was such a child and so immature. He realized a lot while he was on the other side of the country and all over Europe. They could've made it work. They would've made it work. Betty would've visited. He would've visited.

But… That's not what happened.

Everything piled on him. He had to make his decision. So he decided to leave everything—Betty, Archie, Veronica, Riverdale—behind. A new start. A new outlook. A new everything.

This move back to New York was new to Jughead once again. A new adjustment to his old friends. A possible new relationship with his old flame.

Jughead smiled at the photo one last time and walked to the couch, sitting back and kicking his feet on the coffee table. He interlaced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes, humming a little tune to himself.

"You have two rooms here?" Betty called out to him from down the hallway.

"Basically yeah, one's my room. The other's an office/guest room," Jughead yelled back as he heard a knock on his front door. "The door's open!"

The front door opened, which was followed by the footsteps. Jughead turned around and saw Archie carrying two full grocery bags while Veronica was carrying nothing.

"Wow, what a great girlfriend you are," Jughead said sarcastically, standing up from the couch to help Archie with the bags. "Here let me get one."

Archie gave a bag to Jughead, which he almost dropped, "Dude what the fuck is in this?!"

"Honestly, I don't know. Veronica just grabbed a shit ton of drinks and food," Archie rolled his eyes as the two men put the bags on the kitchen counter.

Jughead grabbed one of the bottles inside the bag and grimaced, "Dude Jameson? Seriously?"

"Veronica chose it, not me. I chose the beer," Archie shrugged as they unpacked the rest of the bags, which consisted of chips, gummy worms, wine, and ginger ale.

"I don't want to die, it's a Sunday," Jughead said flatly. "I had snacks here."

"Dude, don't look at me. It was Ronnie. I just picked whatever I wanted and carried whatever she said," Archie said as he snatched the chips out of Jughead's hands and scurried into the living room. "Nice place you got here Juggie!"

Jughead laughed to himself as he grabbed enough glasses for the four of them along with the bottles of whiskey and wine. He walked into the living room and saw his friends sitting on the couch. Archie was trying to figure out his television. Betty and Veronica were sitting next to each other, laughing. Betty looked up at Jughead as he walked to them, smiling at him.

"What do you got there, Juggie?" Betty asked as he took the spot next to her.

"Apparently, your best friend over here," Jughead nodded to Veronica. "Wants us to get drunk on a Sunday afternoon."

Betty turned at Veronica, giving her a questioning look, who only shrugged, "What? Tomorrow's Labor Day. None of us have work tomorrow. So why not?"

"While you guys are getting drunk, I will take a rain check," Archie said as he took a sip of his beer.

"Says the one who's drinking an alcoholic beverage," Betty teased, causing Veronica and Jughead to laugh.

"Whatever," Archie said, as he fiddled with the television remote. "Yo Juggie, how the fuck do you turn this on?"

Jughead grabbed the remote from his hand and pressed a button, turning the television on. Archie looked shocked while Jughead gave the remote back to him, "Here."

Archie absentmindedly flipped through the channels. Betty was pouring a glass of wine for her and Veronica, while Jughead leaned back, draping his arm on the couch near Betty.

"Here Jug," Betty turned to him, handing him a glass of whiskey.

"Ah, I'm not sure about that Betty," Jughead said, scratching the back of his head.

"Come on Jug! Let's drink together. It's been so long," Betty whined, pouting at him while holding the drink out. That was something she knew he could never say no to that face.

Jughead sighed and rolled his eyes, taking the drink from the girl who he still only had eyes for. He took a sip, slightly gagging at the bitter taste that went down his throat. He made a face, which caused Betty to laugh.

"Okay, since we're drinking, what're we playing?" Veronica clapped her hands.

"Why do we even have to play a game? Aren't we old enough to just drink?" Archie retorted, which prompted to Veronica to lightly smack him on the back of his head. "Hey! What was that for?!"

"Just because we're adults Archiekins, doesn't mean that we still can't play drinking games," Veronica replied.

"Why don't we watch a movie on Netflix, pick a word, and every time someone in the movie says that word we take a shot?" Betty suggested.

Archie's eyes bugged out, "Holy fuck Betty, I don't want to die tonight."

"I agree with Archie on that one," Veronica said as Jughead shook his head in agreement. "You can get drunk Forsythe. You live here. Therefore, you and Betty are getting drunk. You both can take shots while us two will sip our drinks."

Jughead gave Veronica a questioning look, trying to figure out what she was planning. Veronica just kept sipping her wine, "So what's the movie?"

"Let's watch Mean Girls!" Betty offered, causing both men to groan.

"Seriously Bets? That movie?" Archie scoffed.

"What's the problem? I see no problem. The word is "Regina." So every time that name gets said, we drink. Wine, shots, beer, whatever," Betty instructed, taking the remote from Archie, automatically putting the television on Netflix.

"Wait, what the fuck?! How'd you know how to do that so fast?!" Archie asked in disbelief.

"It's a smart TV, Archie. It's not that hard. I have one," Betty winked and put the movie on.

"Cheers!" Veronica raised her glass while the other three followed, glasses clinking and everyone taking a small sip of their drink as the opening credits started.

"This is gonna be a rough," Archie muttered to himself.


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