A/N: short but I wanted to write it.
There was one thing that always fascinated Jughead Jones like no other. Betty's hair. It may seem trivial and never in his life did he ever admit it out loud, but it left him in awe.
As soon as his sister could form sentences, she had asked her big brother to do her hair for her. Buns, braids, ponytail... In the chaotic state of their home, he was the only one who would make time. Sometimes Betty would help, especially with the more complicated ones, but she had meticulous fingers. Somehow, when Betty did hair, it was flawless. There was not even so much as a single hair out of place.
How is that even possible? He saw her do it but it was not imitatable. She was just special. A talent probably drilled into her by her perfectionist mother, Alice Cooper.
Even as he knew Betty was not sleeping well because she was so worried about Polly, she still managed to drowsily put her hair up like it was nothing.
On one particular school day, when Betty was stressed out and tired, Jug suggested she take a nap on the couch while he edited the articles. She tried to fight him on it, her being Betty and wanting to do everything, but lost the argument when a yawn happened to slip out.
He never realized how vulnerable people were when they sleep. She looked at peace for the first time in like a week, and it brought a smile to his face.
Like clockwork, her eyes fluttered open an hour later and Jughead could not breath as he meant to just glance over at her.
Her pony was a bit loose and little wisps of hair were poking out here and there. She looked beautiful, like an angel.
She smiled up at him and he smiled down at her. Betty Cooper always tried to be perfect, but she was way more amazing just the way she was.