Author's note: Hi there! This chapter probably sucks but I thought it had some cute bughead scenes. It's from Betty's P.O.V. this time! Hope you enjoy it! It's a pretty short chapter by the way, sort of just a filler.

Also this chpater is dedicated to one of my ibfs. Her username on instagram is so GO FOLLOW HER! She is super sweet and a fun person to talk to.

"Of course, Juggie."

Jughead asks me to help him up the stairs so I happily comply, standing up and giving him my hand. He grabs it and pulls himself up, careful to not out much pressure on his foot.

"Thanks for helping me," he tells me, smiling.

I return the smile and wrap my arm around his waist, guiding him to the stairs. We go up the stairs carefully, taking our time.

"What did you need up here? I can grab it for you," I say to him, turning and looking him in the eyes. He catches my gaze and smirks.

"I need my laptop, I want to write for a while," he replies, pointing to his blue laptop that sits on his bed. I walk to the bunk bed and start climbing the ladder. I get ahold on his laptop and shimmy my way down the ladder.

"Is that all?" I inquire

"Yeah, I think so," Jughead answers. I flash him a small smile and wrap my arm around his torso once more.

Once we reach the living room, he sits back down on the couch and opens his laptop. I sit beside him and lean against his shoulder. I turn on the television, and flip through the channels before settling on 'Friends'.

We stay in that position until I yawn, bringing Jug back into reality.

"I think its time for bed, Betty," he whispers in my ear. I shiver as his hot breath hits my face before nodding my response.

We shuffle up the stairs once more, and I help him change into his pajamas. He lays down on my bed close to the wall, and pats the bed next to him. I smile and quickly change into a tank top and silk shorts. I then lay down next to him, pulling the covers over us and I sigh in happiness.

"I'm so glad my parents forced me to come here," I whisper.

"I am too," he murmurs. We fall asleep quickly, snuggled up next to each other.

The next day...

I wake up and look around. I turn over and look at Jug's face, peaceful during sleep. I lightly trace all of his features: his jaw, his nose, cheeks, and neck.

"You done touching my face?" he grumbles, his voice thick with sleep. I giggle and watch as he slowly opens his eyes.

"Yeah," I whisper. I lean forward and capture his lips on mine. Everyone says that morning breath is gross, but when you are in the middle of a kiss, its the last thing you notice.

I smile when he starts playing with my hair that cascades down my shoulder.

"We should probably get up," he whispers. I nod before sitting up on my bed. I hop off and walk towards the bathroom.

I finish my long shower, exiting the bathroom dressed only in a fluffy white towel. Jughead is perched on the edge of my bed, leaning over to tie his shoe. He looks up when I shut the bathroom door.

Jughead has changed into a pair of black jeans and an AC/DC shirt, paired with a grey flannel wrapped around his hips.

As I'm changing, I feel his stare burning into my back. "What were those pills from the other day, Betts?" he inquires. I stop moving and turn around to look at him. His face is covered in concern, his blue eyes searching my green. I put my shirt on and slip into sandels before answering.

"Oh, the-they were nothing," I stammer. I advert my gaze, looking anywhere but into his eyes. All of a sudden, he is standing up and hobbles over to me, which turns out to be quite difficult since he doesn't have his crutches with him.

He reaches up to my face and pulls my face up, forcing me to look up at him. "I'm serious Betty," he says firmly.

"Ok. They are pills to help with my depression and anxiety," I reply. His face drops after I tell him. "I'm sick, Jug. My mind, thinks stuff and I can't control it. I can't learn how to control it either. My mom makes me, you know, take them. They don't help at all," I add.

"Oh Betts, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought you were going to hate me because I'm sick," I tell him.

"I would never hate you B," he whispers to me, before pulling me into a tight hug. Tears spill onto my cheeks but I tell myself to not cry on his shirt, again.

"Thanks, Jug. Thank you for understanding," I mumble. "I've never told any of my friends before," I add. He pulls away from the hug and smiles at me.

"Thank you for trusting me," he tells me, before kissing my forehead.

A few hours later...

"So, Jug, how is the ankle?" Veronica asks Jughead. He smiles before answering.

"Never been better," he chuckles. I grin at his statement, then he wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"Oh my god, swoon!" Ronnie gushes. I feel a blush creep up my neck as she flits her brown eyes between the two of us.

"What?" Jug inquires, with a confused look on his face.

"Are you two, like a thing?" Veronica answers with her own question. A big smile etches itself upon my face.

I look over at Jug and find my gaze meeting his. "Yeah, we are," I tell her. Juggie takes my hand and squeezes it tight. I pull my hand away and set it on his thigh. He looks down at it and back to my face, looking shocked.

"Aw I'm so happy!" Ron exclaims. "Betty, sleepover at my loft? Toni, Cheryl, and Josie are all invited as well. Starts at 6 pm sharp. Don't be late," she says, before throwing her dark locks over her should and sauntering away.

"I guess I'm gone tonight," I tell my boyfriend, leaning against his chest.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'll be fine Betts," the raven-haired boy quips. I smile and press a small kiss to his cheek.

Later that evening...

"So, Betty. Have you and Jug done the deed yet?" Cheryl asks, staring at me.

"Um, no. I want to take our relationship slowly, though," I answer.

"Hmm..." she hums to herself.

"Ok, Toni truth or dare?" I turn to the pink haired girl on my right.

She pauses for a moment before replying, "Dare!"

"Ok... I dare you to jump off the dock fully dressed. Shoes incuded," I dare her.

She groans but complies. She quickly writes down her dare on the list of dares she must complete before noon the next day. And have video evidence.

Hours pass, and eventually I'm the only girl awake. I put my sandels on and slip out the front door and run towards my own loft. I open the door slowly, and find Jug laying on the couch, with his laptop open on a document filled with words.

"Jug," I whisper, alerting him of my presence. He tears his eyes away from his screen and looks at me, making my heart melt.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to say goodnight. My phone died so I couldn't text you," I answer. He smiles at me, so I sit beside him.

"Oh Betty," he sighs, pulling me closer.

"Oh Juggie," I say, mimicking him. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

"How are the girls?" he inquires.

"They're good. We played truth or dare and and Toni only picked dare so she has a long list of dares to complete," I explain. He nods his head in understanding.

"Goodnight, Betts," he tells me, before kissing me quickly.

"Goodnight Jug. I'll be back tomorrow morning," I whisper in his room. I kiss him one last time before walking out of the loft. I close the door behind me and breathe in the fresh air.