"Let's go princess," Jughead demands as he tosses clothes at Betty's head. Betty sits up groggily, yanking her jeans from her face and glaring at a far too wide awake Jughead.
"What time is it," she groans, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"3:46 am," he tells her as he digs through her bag. He pulls out a pair of underwear triumphantly and slingshots them at her.
"Three fourt- what the fuck Jughead," she scolds as her underwear hit her in the nose.
"Hey, you saw mine last night, we're even. Now get dressed, we gotta go," he demands, eyeing her expectantly.
"Are you gonna watch or-"
"Oh right, yea. Sorry," he blushes before turning around.
Betty is completely thrown off by his chipper, ready to go attitude. She can't help but smile at his foolishness even if he did go through her bag without permission. It's a bit exciting, watching him rock on his heels as she changes just behind him. She only finds herself more interested in him. He could easily turn around and take a peek, but he is entirely respectful of her privacy. Honestly, a small part of her wishes he had turned around.
"Can I wash my face," she asks and Jughead almost laughs.
"Yea, of course. Why wouldn't I let you wash your face," he chuckles.
Betty's cheeks flush hot, "I don't know, you seem like you're in a rush. I didn't want to slow you down," she shrugs.
"Go get cleaned up," he tells her with a shake of his head. "I'm going to check out, meet me out front."
Betty washes her face quickly and finger combs her natural waves from her shower last night. When she's satisfied she grabs her things and heads out to meet Jughead.
"So, where are we going at four in the morning," Betty asks as she climbs in the passenger side of his truck.
"Breakfast," he beams and Betty burst into laughter.
"Breakfast? You hurried me out of bed for breakfast," she chuckles.
Jughead shrugs, "It's really good breakfast." Betty rolls her eyes, chuckling lightly as she settles in for the ride.
They've been on the road for almost an hour when Jughead pulls into a very large parking lot with a tiny little diner at the center. They're the only vehicle in the lot and the diner is clearly not open. Jughead cuts the engine and climbs down from the driver's seat. Without even waiting for Betty, he hurries across the parking lot to the front door of the diner.
"Jughead," Betty calls as she rushes to catch up. "Jug, what are you doing?"
"Did you just-"
"Yea, I gave you a nickname, deal with it," she huffs, "This place isn't even open, what are we doing here."
"Just wait," he says, standing his ground.
Two or three minutes go by and the parking lot is suddenly over run with trailer trucks coming in from all different directions. Each driver hurries to get in line behind them and Betty cant for the life of her figure out what the hell they're all doing. A few more minutes go by and as more trucks file in, a tiny silver car pulls in to the only parking space in front of the building. Betty watches as two small women, probably in their seventies, get out if the car and come to the front of the line. One of them searches through a mess of keys before unlocking the door. The two women slip inside and the long line of men and women fall silent. Betty looks to Jughead in confusion, but he just cracks a sideways smirk.
A few quiet minutes later, the lights inside the diner have all been turned on, the chairs turned down, and the closed sign flipped to open. The whole line of people cheers out loud as the smaller of the two women opens the door, allowing them inside one by one. Jughead and Betty are the first to sit down and as Betty looks around, she realizes there are only six tables inside.
"Jug, what is this place," she wonders as she tries to figure out how the hundreds of people outside are going to get in here.
"This is Rosie's place," he beams.
"Ok. And why are there like two hundred truckers outside," she wonders in complete astonishment.
"Rosie makes the greatest food around for miles, but she's only open for breakfast on the second Thursday of every month," he tells her with excitement. "So obviously, it's a race to be the first in. A lot of those guys out there have it out for me because I have never once not been first in line since I found this place," he says proudly.
Betty can't help but smile at him. For some reason this whole ordeal is obnoxiously adorable.
"What," he questions turning a bit pink in the cheeks.
"Nothing, you're cute," she teases and Jughead rolls his eyes. Before he can say something snarky the little old lady that had let them through the door is at their table.
"Jughead. My favorite customer," she beams. "What can I get for you handsome?"
"Good to see you Clair. I'll have my usual," he says with a grin.
"And for your pretty girlfriend," she wonders.
"Oh, I'm not-"
"She'll have the special," he cuts in before Betty can reply further. "And two coffees please, cream and sugar on the side."
"Absolutely," Clair agrees with a wink before walking off to put in their order. Betty gives Jughead a look that he knows is trouble.
"What," he questions.
"She thinks I'm your girlfriend, and you didn't even let me look at a menu," Betty grumbles, though she sort of wants to laugh about it.
"So what if she thinks you're my girlfriend," he shrugs, "and I promise you won't be disappointed with what I ordered for you." He assures her so sweetly she can't even begin to be upset with him.
"Ok fine. I won't complain and I'll be your girlfriend until breakfast is over, but you're going to play your part," she says with a mischievous grin and Jughead is worried what he's just gotten himself into. Betty reaches across the table and grabs his hand before threading their fingers together.
"Seriously," he challenges.
"Well, I was going to be nice and let you get away with just some hand holding and cutesy eyes but if you want to play that way, let's do it." Betty smirks as she moves to sit beside him on his side of the table. She scoots in far too close for his liking and when Clair comes back with their coffees, she rests her head on his shoulder. Clair gives them the sweetest smile Betty has ever witnessed before turning on her heels to tend to other tables.
"Awe, she thinks we're adorable," Betty gushes. Jughead rolls his eyes and shoves her off gently. "Now Juggy, that's no way to treat your girlfriend is it," she teases with a silent laugh.
"Don't call me that," he grumbles and Betty decides to play dumb.
"Don't call you what," she wonders and he scowls at her. "Oh you mean... I kind of like it. It rolls off the tongue nicely. You don't like it Juggy," she purrs, doing her best to push his buttons.
"Baby girl, don't tempt me," he warns through his teeth with the twitch of his cock in his jeans. It's been a long time since he's been with a woman and the way she says his name is driving him far crazier than he'd like to admit.
"What's the matter Juggy," she whispers against his ear, sending chills down his spine. "Am I getting you going?"
Jughead scowls and she laughs silently.
"To think, all you had to do was hold my hand. Bet you're wishing you hadn't challenged me now aren't you," she remarks before moving back to her side of the table. Betty bites back a smile as she watches him adjust himself discretely under the table, his scowl softening slightly into something of an annoyed smirk.
"You think you're so damn funny don't you," he grumbles, trying but failing to maintain his unimpressed attitude.
"I mean, yea, kind of," she smirks, earning an eye roll from across the table. They fall into a comfortable silence and with a sigh of defeat, Jughead reaches across the table, threading his fingers between hers.
A few minutes later, Clair arrives at their table. A whopping plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and home fries is placed in front of Jughead and with it a second plate of buttered toast and a side of home canned jam. Jughead watches with amusement as Betty eyes the massive amount of food in front of him. When Clair places her own plate in front of her, he nearly has to stifle a laugh. In front of Betty is the hugest waffle she's ever seen, piled high with hand whipped cream and topped with fresh strawberries. Claire smiles knowingly between them before leaving them to it.
"Oh my god Jug, I can't eat all of this," she argues.
"Just eat. You're gonna love it," he promises.
He watches intently as Betty takes her first bite. He's surprised to find himself hoping that she is as impressed as he is with Rosie's food.
"Oh my- wow," she mumbles through a mouthful, a bit of whipped cream dripping onto her chin. She wipes it quickly with her napkin. "She made all of this? By herself," she questions, her taste buds overwhelmed with the most deliciously sweet breakfast she's ever eaten.
Jughead chuckles, "that's why this only happens twice a month," he tells her before digging in to his own breakfast.
After eating a little more than half of her waffle, Betty is beyond stuffed. Even Thanksgiving dinner can't top the level of full she's experiencing right now. So full, she almost feels sick watching Jughead finish every last bit of his breakfast. When he slides her plate across the table to finish off her waffle, she's sure her eyes might fall out of her head with.
"How are you not about to explode right now," she questions in complete shock of his immense appetite. He shrugs casually in reply, chuckling lightly as he waives Clair over for the bill.
"Thank you for breakfast," Betty says softly as they walk out to Jughead's truck. He offers only a nod in reply, unsure of the appropriate response before releasing her hand to walk around to the driver's side. He had insisted on holding her hand to completely their silly charade and Betty finds herself sad that it's over.
