Betty finds Jughead very upset in their room while getting ready for Mr. Andrews funeral. 4x01.

Betty POV.

Goodbye Mr. Andrews. One shot.

I finish curling my hair and let it fall along the sides of my face, placing it nicely on my shoulders. I fix it three more times, though I know I shouldn't have to. It's not as if Mr. Andrews is going to care. That was a dumb thought. I slip my shoes on and make myself leave the bathroom. I hate wearing black. I hate wearing anything darker than light pink most of the time. But black? This just makes me feel as dark as I feel on the inside right now and that really bothers me.

I push my bedroom door open, looking down at my feet.

"Hey, Juggie was thinking—" I stop when I see him. He must not have known that I was coming in so quickly because he does not look as if he was waiting for me or even knew that he was not going to be alone. Jughead is sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees and not looking up to find me.

"Juggie?" I ask him.

He doesn't respond. I walk further into the room, watching his shoulders shake. He's crying. I rush over to him and throw myself onto the bed beside him, wrapping my arm around his back. He leans into me and without thought I hold him tighter, squeezing him at his side.

"I miss him too," I mutter. It sounds stupid but it is the only thing that I can think to say. Mr. Andrews was the best. He was so kind and ready to help anyone that needed it. He was always there for me and I couldn't save him. I was supposed to be a great detective and I couldn't save my own friend, my own neighbor from my father. He was such a great man and a great father, always trying to do the right thing and help others make good decisions. But he had to be the one to leave us.

"He took me in, Bets," he mumbles.

"I know," is all I can think to say. Jughead turns to me so that finally I can see his beautiful face. He has tears under his eyes, his lips trembling the way they do. I reach across and put my hands to either side of his face, looking into those perfect eyes that have gone dark recently.

"He helped anyone. He took me in. He fed me. I had no one, Bets. I was homeless and the moment that he found out, he made sure that no matter what, I had a home. Even when he couldn't afford it, he did everything he could to keep me. And then after that he found me a good home," Juggie says. "He never let me alone. He was better than any of my family. When my mom told me that I couldn't come see her, that I had to be homeless instead of coming to be with her and Jellybean, he took me in."

"Jughead," I say, putting my hands to the nape of his neck and playing with his hair gently. I twirl it around in my fingers a few times. He leans into my touch, clearly grateful. He gives me a small smile through his tear-stained face. I lean across him to kiss him gently on the lips. He hardly is able to kiss me back but it is enough for me to feel him really with me.

"Can you do this, Jughead?" I ask.

"No," he says, shaking his head and giving me a sad but honest smile. None of us can really do this. If we had to say goodbye to anyone else maybe we could have managed. Maybe we all could have seen some justice or understanding if it had been my dad or maybe even FP. None of us would have liked it, but Fred? He was the last person we all wanted to say goodbye to.

"But we have to be there for Archie," Jughead says. "He's really beating himself up about this. He kept telling me that it was his fault and he should have trusted his dad more. He should have been there for him more, all of this other stuff. He was really upset. I don't know how he's going to still be Archie without his dad."

I shrug. I have no idea either. He's right. Archie has always been with his dad. He has always counted on him more than anyone else. We all have. If there was something any of us needed, we went to him and now we don't have him.

"At least his mom is in town," I say.

"He won't be alone," Jughead agrees.

"We'll make sure of that."

Jughead shakes his head and quickly wraps his arms around my body as tightly as he can. I grab him in a long embrace, holding him close to my body. Our hug tightens as our arms grasp at each other, the hug turning into a desperate gesture. He slams his chest against mine and I hold onto his back with my fingers, clutching at his dark clothes. After a while of this desperate hugging, Jughead is the one to pull away first. I feel a strange sensation behind my eyes and wonder if I am finally going to break down and cry but then hold it back. I can't do that right now. We have to go. We have to be as strong as possible for Archie.

"I love you," Juggie says.

"I love you too," I say. I reach out and hold his hand, looking down at our interlocked fingers.

"Just keep holding my hand," I say. "We'll take this day one moment at a time."

He gives me a reassuring nod.

"That's all we can do."

I push myself to stand and grab his hat off of the bed, reaching over to put it on his head, straightening the pins out and pulling down the flaps of the crown with a satisfied smile.

"I'm not ready for this," I say.

"Me either," Jughead agrees. "But it's time, Bets. It's time to say goodbye to Fred Andrews."

Hope you enjoyed that very short one shot! I will be writing more season 4 one shots soon!