Author's note: I worked on this while I was sick, so it might be crappy. Sorry! This chapter is a bit shorter, but it is cute (I think anyways). It's from Betty's P.O.V.

July...

"Rise and shine, Jughead!" I exclaim. I run my fingers through his hair as he wakes up. He rubs his eyes with his hands and slowly sits up. "How's your ankle feeling?" I ask him.

"Never been better," he grumbles, sarcasm lacing his words. I smile at him.

His ankle has been giving him trouble ever since the end of June. A couple of the younger campers pulled a prank on him, and he fell. At first, his ankle was fine, but a week later, he woke up, screaming in pain. I was so scared. The doctor said that when he fell, he broke the same bone again, but this time even worse.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, holding his hands. I help him get out of bed, and get dressed. I fetch his crutches for him and we set for the main floor of the loft.

"What's for breakfast?" Jughead inquires. I smile at him as I walk to the fridge. I open the door and pull out a container of scrambled eggs.

"Eggs!" I reply. Jughead finds a seat at the large wooden table, as I dish him a big bowl of the left-over eggs. Then I put the bowl in the microwave and sit down next to him. He puts his hand on top of mine and squeezes. I smile down at our hands.

"Hey Betts?"

"Yes Juggie?" I answer, looking over at him. He smiles before replying.

"I know we've only known each other for a month, but I, I think I lo-" he tells me, before getting interrupted by the microwave beeps. He shuts his eyes and retracts his hand from mine.

All I can think about as I get his bowl from the microwave is what he was going to say. I dish myself some eggs after I give him his bowl. A minute later, my bowl of eggs is ready and I sit down at the table. We eat in silence.

"Do you want me to take your bowl?" I ask him, not making eye contact. I see him shake his head out of the corner of my eye. I bring my gaze up and find him staring at me.

"No. I'm tired of not being able to do anything. I'll do it, and I'll do the dishes too," he says firmly.

"Jughead! You can't walk on your own," I respond. He stands up from his chair and grabs his crutches.

"Betty. Let me do this!" Jughead yells before hobbling away and starts to do the dishes. I bring the two bowls and silverware to him at the sink. I set them next to the sink full of suds and walk out of the kitchen to get dressed.

I dress in a pair of holey jean shorts and a army green tank top. I wrap my hair up with a red bandanna and slip into my white converse. I put on some mascara before heading back downstairs. I mutter my goodbye before running out of the loft. I run to Kevin's loft, which is four lofts away from my own. I pound on the door, waiting for someone to open the door.

"Oh hey, Betty! What's up?" Kevin says as he opens the door. I push past him and head to the kitchen, sitting down on one of the bar stools.

"Kev," I whine, putting my head in my hands.

"What? Did Jughead do something?"

"Yes... and no!" I reply. A confused look washes over Kevin's face. "I was warming his food up and then he was gonna say the 'L' word. We got interrupted by the microwave, then he was really cold towards me. He said he was tired of not being able to do anything and told me that he was going to do the dishes, and I tried to stop him but he yelled at me. Then I came here," I explain.

"He was gonna say the 'L' word?" he asks in disbelief. I nod my response. "And then he yelled at you?"

"Yes. I don't know what to do! I mean, I love him and everything," I trail off. Kevin's jaw drops at my sentence.

"B, did you just..." he inquires.

"Yeah, Kev. I love him but I don't know how to tell him. I think he's mad about his ankle and everything," I tell him.

"Well, what you can do is this..."

A few hours later...

I knock on the bedroom door, knowing Jughead is in the room, most likely reading on the bed.

"Come in," I hear him call. I open the door slowly. He looks up from his book and his mouth opens slightly. I'm dressed in a shiny black one piece swimsuit that has cutouts on the sides, by my ribs. The suit has a deep neckline, and thin straps.

"I'm just grabbing a towel, the girls and I are going swimming," I say, stepping into the room.

"Oh," he chokes out.

"What? Do you not want me to?" I ask innocently, walking closer to him.

"N-no. It's fine, go with them," he whispers.

"Okay," I say smirking. I turn around and walk to the bathroom and grab a white fluffy towel.

"Betty!" Jughead says when I walk back into the bedroom and towards the door. I stop in my tracks and turn around to face him.

"Yes?" I ask, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"Come here, I need to tell you something," Jug tells me, patting the bed next to him. I shuffle towards the bed and sit down next to him.

"What Jug?" I look at him, my eyes searching his.

"Betts, I was trying to tell you this earlier. I know we've only known each other for a month, but I can't stop thinking about you. I've always told myself to not fall for anyone, ever. But I can't help myself around you. I don't know what I would do without you in my life, Betty Cooper. I love you, and I always will love you," he says, grabbing my hand and holding it.

"Jug, I love you too," I reply, leaning in to kiss him. I cup his face with my hands and press my lips against his. "I have to confess something, Juggie."

"Hm?" he inquires, running his fingers down my sides.

"I wasn't actually going swimming with the girls. Kevin told me to dress sexy and surprise you. This was the best I could do," I murmur in his ear.

"Wow," he responds. "Well, Kevin finally had a good idea," he adds, pulling me onto his lap.