Jughead's POV
"There ya go," said Mr. Andrews as he finished Archie's treehouse."Now you and Jug have a clubhouse that you always play in." As Archie's dad said that the girl next door came busting into the backyard. My heart gave a little flutter.
Ever since Archie introduced me to Betty I've been wanting to see her. "Who is your teacher for school?" Archie and I answered at the same time.
"Mrs. Patterson!" Tomorrow was a very important day for all of us. It was our first day of second grade; we were all seven. Betty's eyes lit up along with her whole face
"Me too!" she gasped as she looked and saw the huge treehouse. "Wow" Betty breathed "Wow wow wow wow wow! Is that a real LIVE treehouse." Betty's mind looked like it was going to explode, she was so excited. I couldn't help but stare, how could someone in this very cruel, cruel world be happy at the simple idea of a treehouse.
I feel Archie lightly slap my arm. I turn to him and adjust my beanie. "What?" I ask, questioning his motives.
"Staring is rude" Archie responded. I tried to sneak a peek at Betty but she was already talking to Mr. Andrews talking about the little clubhouse of ours. Running over to Betty as my legs can take me I see Archie running alongside me. I ask myself is this how it's going to be Archie and I running, always racing to see who the winner of the ultimate prize: Betty. As I shake that thought from my head I see that Archie is swerving towards his dad. Me, of course, going to Betty to ask her if she would like to go up into the treehouse with me.
Betty's face lights up again, but this time it makes me feel like I'm floating on air because I made her feel like that. "Milady" I say bowing to her as I gesture to the ladder going into the treehouse. She giggles and starts the climb. I blush as she climbs up the ladder I face-palmed and started to think. I'm such a fool. She'll never like a loser like me.
Looking up before I start to climb I notice that Betty had stopped, puzzling why the most fearless person I know stopped when she was climbing to a treehouse, but my thoughts were interrupted by a tiny squeal from near the top of the ladder. "Jug?" I heard Betty's voice call down to me. "Jug?" Then she started to smile and laugh to see that scared expression on my face, "You have to see the view from up here." She kept climbing till she was safely in the wood structure that would have many names in the future.
I snapped out of my trance when I started to climb and saw what Betty was talking about. The view was miraculous, I could see all of the houses on the block, including Betty's house. When I looked into Betty's window I saw that her mom was in her room, going through all of Betty's stuff, like her drawers in her dresser. Then Betty's mom's head snapped up and her eyes met mine, I freaked out and kept climbing till I met Betty in the treehouse. I climbed up in the bottom and crawled over to the opposite corner of Betty so we were facing each other.
"You do know that your mom is going through your stuff, right?" I question. I was pretty sure that normal mom's don't do that.
"Yeah," answered Betty, getting shyer and redder by the second. "She doesn't think I notice but sometimes when I come back from away for a long time I see that my drawers are a little messy, and she usually talks about stuff I only write in my diaries." Oh, I thought. Maybe my mom would do stuff like that if she had stayed.
Snapping me out my thoughts I hear Betty shouting down, "Archie come up here you traffic cone, the view is amazing." Looking out the window to my right I couldn't disagree. Now that I was up a little higher I couldn't just see the houses on the block, I could see all of the houses for a few blocks and as the sun set and little Archie climbed into the treehouse I started to wonder what it would be like between us in the future.