Chapter 3

~Jughead's POV (uhh kind of. Also kind of third person. IDK what POV this is):~

He picked up the phone, but because he didn't have Betty as a contact, so he didn't know who was on the other end. Suddenly he heard Betty on the other side of the line, and she asked him to visit her through the window. (a/n during this story, Jughead was staying at Archie's house, so it was quick to come over.)

He obliged, asking if she wanted ice cream for the break-up, and she pleaded him not to; though he could hear the hunger in her voice. He would end up eating it.

He ran up to the ladder outside her house for Archie to usually climb up, but this time it was him, and he was ecstatic. He moved it over to her window, and started slowly climbing up it, making sure not to wake up her parents.

It was already 11:30, so he was sure it was about the break-up, because she rarely stayed up late, but he could hope it was about him.

When he reached the window, he knocked, slowly starting to grin because he could hear her very quickly picking up her spotless room. She opened her curtains, making sure it was him. Then once she saw him, she bit her lip, as she always does when she concentrates, then opened her window with as much force as she could.

She then greeted him as he climbed through her window, trying not to disturb her display of trophies she has from writing, sports, cheerleading, and many other things.

"Hey, Jug, I'm sorry for bothering you, I just needed emotional support." She sighed, knowing that sounded ridiculous. He tried to lift her spirits.

"Hey, it's okay. I've taken care of you before, haven't I? Look, it's that ice cream you 'didn't' want. I can always tell when you're lying. One of my many, many talents." He said, a mischievous grin on his face, he was genuinely happy for Betty to call him instead of Kev, or Vee, or any other one of her friends that he's seen her with lunch at school, or at Pop's.

"Yeah! The only reason I said no was because I didn't want you to have to pick it up on the way over here!" She practically squealed, making it known that she was very excited. She then grabbed the ice cream out of his hand, and smiled in the most adorable way, in his opinion.

"Hey!" He played along. "I wanted some of that! No fair!"

She then took the ice cream and ran out of the room, and he was confused, because her mom and dad were sleeping, but he didn't care. He immediately played along, grabbing his hat off his head so it didn't fall off later on. he dropped it on the floor and started chasing after her. He saw a glimpse of her while she quickly ran down the stairs.

"Haha! Got you!" He said, slipping down the stairs, almost passing her before grabbing the bucket of ice cream, running into the kitchen, grabbing a spoon, running to the couch, sitting down, opening the ice cream, taking the biggest bite of it she'd ever seen.

"Oh Noo! I can't let you take this opportunity from my ice cream!" She said, before slipping onto the couch, grabbing the bucket, turning on the sci-fi channel.

"Victory!" She yelled, though it was very hard to understand, because she had a mouthful of ice cream. She was also laughing very hard.

"Oh, No. Not next time. I'll be prepared." He smirked, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

She looked at him, missing the way they used to do this all the time. He somehow relaxed her, and it amazed her how she only figured this out now.

She suddenly realized how tired she was, and rested her head on his shoulder, slowly falling asleep.

~Jughead's POV~ (really this time)

I woke up in the morning from Betty getting up and shaking me.

"Jug!" she whispered, "You need to hide. My mom is waking up, and I can't risk getting in trouble again."

I nodded, taking note that I wasn't supposed to talk. She pointed to the closet underneath the stairs, and she told me she'd distract her for as long as possible until Alice left for work. He simply nodded at this, and started climbing into the small space, starting to feel a bit like Harry Potter. I was the kid who was bullied, We had similar messy hair, the people taking care of tus didn't actually care. And here I was, in the closet under the stairs. I was just still waiting for my ticket to Hogwarts.

As I heard someone leaving, Betty walked over to the closet, setting me free from the dust that is storage.

I coughed, and she asked if I wanted breakfast. Of course, I asked for Pop's. She raised an eyebrow, then agreed. We hopped in her car and were on our way.