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There is underage drinking in public in this chapter.

I also edited this myself so there are probably errors. I apologize.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

"So where are we going tonight?" Betty sang cheerily through her phone.

"It's a surprise." Jughead teased, navigating the crowded halls of Riverdale High.

"I hate surprises." She huffed.

"You'll like this one." He promised. "You kept your bird watching a secret till the last minute, I'm doing the same thing." He opened his locker and retrieved his biology text book.

"Can you tell me what I should wear?" She questioned. "I don't want to wear heels on a hike."

"Wear that see through thingy and with the bra deal. Bralette? Bra?" Jughead suggested. Veronica was always going on about fashion and Jughead felt he had to get the terminology right.

"You're so good with the words, Jug. What was it you wanted to be again, a word writer downer?" He could hear her smile.

"Ha, ha, very funny, I just think you'd feel more comfortable if you looked…edgy." He remarked, stopping in the hallway spotting her at the other end. "Look up." He said.

He watched her gaze focus in his direction. When their eyes met she grinned, it was the shy grin he loved. "I'll see you tonight, Romeo."

"Bye, Juliet."

They hung up just as Archie appeared in front of Betty. He was saying something to her and she was shaking her head trying to get around him. Before Jughead could do anything, he saw a flash of black hair and Veronica grabbed Betty's hand leading them into their next class. Cheryl followed, placing her hand over Archie's face and pushing him away. She was saying something to him and he could tell by the way she was moving her mouth it was venomous.

Jughead was grateful that Betty's friendship with Cheryl had grown the way it had. They actually seemed to like each other now. For the first time, they were getting to know who the other one was.

The bell rang and the halls cleared out. Jughead and a shell shocked Archie were all who remained. Their eyes locked and Jughead prepared for the worst but Archie didn't make a move. He just stood there, nostrils flaring, fists clenched and his chest heaving. His expression softened for a moment as he looked at the beanie clad boy. He looked pained but it disappeared as quickly as it had come. The quarterback turned and headed into the classroom that occupied his ex-girlfriend.

Jughead relaxed but realized he wasn't scared. The reason he had always feared Archie was because he was never alone. Reggie or some other member of the team was always hanging around. Jughead hadn't been alone with Archie in years. While he wasn't sure he would win, Jughead knew it wouldn't be a one sided affair if they happened to throw down, one on one.

He shook his head and went to his class knowing he was going to be reprimanded for being late.

Betty took one final look at herself and determined she did look edgy. She had chosen the sheer long sleeved shirt Jughead had mentioned and paired it with a black bra. She wore a tight black leather skirt that stopped mid thigh. Black ripped tights encased her legs and black leather ankle boots adorned her feet. Her eyes were darkened with black liner and smoky eyeshadow. She opted for nude, sparkly lips and rosy cheeks. Her blonde hair was straightened to frame her face in a way that made her look dangerous.

She grabbed her clutch, a leather jacket and headed downstairs.

"Where are you going dressed like that?" Her mother asked, startling Betty who had almost made it to the front door. Alice was clasping a glass of red wine and had a book in her lap. She was in flannel pyjamas with sheep on them.

"Out." Betty put her hand on the door handle with the intention of bolting the second the line of questioning was done.

"With who? Where? When will you be home?" Alice cocked her head and narrowed her eyes.

"Josie and the girls are playing in a little place in Hudson. I'm going with Cheryl and I'll be home late." She took another step toward the door.

"Don't drink."

"No promises." Betty muttered as she slipped out the door.

Jughead and Betty decided to meet at the library not wanting to raise suspicion with her mother. Jughead pulled up in Veronica's Lexus and got out just as Betty was arrived. He was wearing black leather boots, black jeans, a black Scissor Sisters concert t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He went without his beanie that night, his raven coloured hair flopping every which way. He leaned against the car and crossed his arms.

He looked so good that she didn't want to go to wherever he planned on taking her. The backseat of the car would do her just fine.

"Well, don't you look like a felony." He quipped as he looked her up and down.

She approached him and leaned her body against his. "So I guess the outfit is good? Will I blend in where we're going?" She asked, looking up at him.

He nodded.

"Where are we going?" She asked so relieved that she didn't have to censor herself around him anymore. That she could touch him any which way she like with no guilt gnawing at the back of her mind.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He ran his hands through her smooth shiny hair, fanning it out around her.

"Can I drive?" She purred, placing her hands on his chest.

He lowered his head and brought his lips as close to hers without actually kissing her. "No." He exhaled, pushing her away so he could open the passenger side door.

She crossed her arms in a huff. "Why not?"

"Two reasons, you don't know where we are going and I'd like to be alive when we get there." He motioned for her to get in the car.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smirk as entered the car.

When he got in the drivers seat he passed her the AUX cord and she fished out her phone. "You are letting me chose the music?" She sounded shocked.

"You're my date, I want you to have a good time." He shrugged. "And you have good taste."

She grinned and they took off.

It took her half way through the drive there to realize they were heading to Boston. "Why are we going to Boston?" She questioned. "What is in Boston?" She tapped her knee as she thought of all the different possibilities.

"You'll see when we get there."

"I would love to know now. Can I have a hint?" She looked over at him.

"Last week you showed me something important to you and now I'm going to show you something that's important to me."

They arrived in the city around 8:30 and Jughead found a place to park.

He took her hand and pulled her towards a main road.

"Are we going to dinner?" She questioned.

"We can get food after if you want." He told her.

"So not dinner, clearly not by the way I'm dressed." She kept go through options in her head before Jughead started pulling her down a dark alley. She stopped. "Why are we going down here?" She inquired.

"We need to go down here so I can show you what I want to show you." He smirked.

"I've spent most of my life being told not to go into dark alleys with boys. This is how 99.9% of all Dateline episodes start." She looked down the alley hesitantly.

"I'm not going to murder you, I promise." He raised his eyebrows, continuing to tug at her.

"That is something a murderer would say." She reasoned.

"Please Bets, I promise you'll be so happy if you come down here with me." He placed his hand over his chest. "Nothing will happen to you, I cross my heart."

She smiled at him and nodded. "Fine. I really don't know how something in an alley could be so important to you." She said as she followed him.

He rolled his eyes and stopped in front of a metal door with a single light above it. He banged on it three times, waited a few second and then knocked on it twice more. It flew open and an older man with greying brown hair, kind greenish-blue eyes and dark stubble on his jaw was on the other side. He wearing a black t-shirt that covered his round belly and light blue jeans. A fury of activity passed behind him; people were carrying large black boxes, mic stands and other musical equipment. Betty's brow furrowed as a whole new roster of possibilities ran through her mind.

"Uncle Tony!" Jughead exclaimed before pulling him for a hug.

"Juggie, I was worried you weren't going to make it in time." The older man hugged him back and then looked over at Betty. "Is this the girl?" He asked with a smile.

Jughead laughed. "Yeah, this is Betty. Bets, this is my uncle Tony."

Betty shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you." She said with a smile.

"You guys better get in there or you're going to miss the beginning of the show." He took two wrist bands out and Jughead held his hand out, Betty did the same. "These inform the bartender that you are 21 and you are 21 tonight, so look and be 21." Tony placed the wrist bands on both of them and stamped both of their hands. "These will get you into the VIP." He handed them two lanyards with passes attached to the bottom of them.

Betty read it and felt her heart stop. "No, you didn't." She gasped, looking up at him shaking her head.

"You need to walk all the way to the end of that hall, take a right and look for Mark, you remember Mark?" Tony told him.

Jughead nodded his head, looking at Betty with a grin. "Yeah."

"He'll take you the rest of the way." Tony smiled and winked at his nephew. "All right you kids, have fun." He pushed the door opened and Jughead led her down the hallway.

"Jug, how? How did you do this?" She asked as he pulled her down the hall past all the technicians and club staff.

He nodded his head forward and his smiled grew. "Come on, we are going to be late."

"How did you do this?" She asked again in awe. She was stumbling as she tried to take in as much of her surroundings as possible. "You have to tell me how you did this."

They went around the corner and Jughead spoke to Mark, a young brown haired man, who lead them out to the club and into a small raise VIP section. They had a perfect view of the stage. "I'm gonna go grab us a drink, stay here." He told her.

She leaned against the metal railing and let her eyes take in the packed area. They were at the Paradise Rock Club. A club neither of them should be able to get into, a club that her favorite band was about to play in a matter of moments.

He returned with two Bud Lights. "Bud Light?" She asked. "You strike me as a craft beer kinda guy."

"It was all they had." He took a swig.

She put one hand on his shoulder. "I'm gonna ask one last time, how did you do this?" She asked leaning towards him.

"My moms brother, my uncle, has worked security here for twenty years. I would visit him a lot in the summer when I was a kid and because he couldn't afford a babysitter, he brought me to work with him. He would sit me right up there." Jughead pointed to a spot in the ceiling just above the sound booth. It was enclosed but there was an opening at the top just big enough to see through. "I've seen so many bands here before they were big and a lot that never made it. This where I fell in love with music. I still come around some times when someone I want to see is playing." He smiled. "It was nice to have a change from Riverdale, especially when I was young. I didn't have many friends, Archie was pretty much the only one, and I could get away from my dad. This became a safe haven of sorts."

Betty smiled watching as he told her his story. He seemed comfortable in the space. His shoulders were relaxed as he causally leaned against the railing. She couldn't believe how familiar he felt to her in such a short time. She felt like she couldn't remember a time when she didn't know him.

"So, when you mentioned that Nine Inch Nails was playing here tonight, I made a phone call and it was all arranged. It was fate really, if it was any other club we'd be in Riverdale right now." He shrugged.

She beamed at him, her chest tight from the overwhelming gesture he had made for her. "You really are remarkable Jughead Jones." She scanned his face as he smiled at her. She couldn't believe she went all of high school never truly seeing him. Never seeing how handsome he was, never seeing how kind and thoughtful he was, how funny he was, how selfless he was. "No one has ever done anything like this for me."

"Believe me, it wasn't hard to arrange." He pushed a strand of her hair away from her face.

"Why did you never talk about this?" She asked, taking half a step closer to him.

He shrugged. "Because it wasn't important till now. I mentioned some bands I had seen in passing but I didn't think it mattered when and how I saw them."

"You don't like talking about yourself, do you?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"No, I do not."

"Well, I'm thinking up so many questions. Prepare yourself, Jones." She smiled as the lights dimmed and a deafening roar was released from the crowd.

Jughead watched her silhouette in the soft haze the house lights created as they faded away and she focused on the stage. Her mouth was slightly ajar, her chest rising and falling swiftly in anticipation. A small smile pulled at her lips as angry notes from a guitar filled the space.

She leaned forward, pressing her body against the railing as a wall of light exploded from the back of the stage along with Trent's angst ridden lyrics. Betty's pupils blew and she began singing along, rapt by what was happening on stage.

He watched her for a little while before watching the men on stage. This was the first time he had gotten to watch a show inside the club instead of in the rafters. He felt like Betty Cooper was a symbol of that. Ever since she came into his life he had started living presently. He had stopped skimming the edges and looking in.

They went through a few songs, most Jughead didn't recognize, when Betty leaned in. "They are going backwards through their discography! It's so fucking cool." She beamed and went back to singing along, lyrics that made Jughead realize why she loved them so much.

I am just a finger on a trigger on a finger/Doing everything I'm told to do/Always my intention my intention your attention/Just doing everything you tell me to

Jughead had a shit dad and a flighty mom but he never for a second felt forced into doing something he didn't want to do. He had to deal with a lot bullshit but he was allowed to become who he was. He couldn't imagine the rage Betty had in her and hoped this helped release some of it.

Halfway through the show they began playing more instrumental type music, no lyrics. The wall of lights behind them flickered to the beat creating a light show of sorts. It was impressive in the small space.

Betty turned to Jughead. "Thank you for this." She shouted.

"You're welcome." He said, brushing the hair away from her face, the lightest sheen of sweat on her skin.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, the beer bottle in her hand hitting his back. Her eyes gazed into his, a content smile on her face.

He brought one hand to the small of her back and pushed her flush against him. His knuckles grazed along her jaw line before he cupped her face. His finger tips gathering her some of her silky hair. His lips pushed against hers softly at first, allowing her to back out if she changed her mind but when she pulled him closer Jughead went for it.

He deepened the kiss, breathing in her scent of strawberries and vanilla. Her lips were as soft as they looked and fit against his perfectly. She tasted like spearmint, beer and the sparkly vanilla lip gloss she had on. She tugged on her hair at the base of her neck and he could feel the moan reverberate through her chest next to his. Ominous electronica beats mixed with angry instrumentals made him feel like they were moving in slow motion and the lights from the stage danced behind his eyes like LED fireworks punctuating a moment he felt like he was waiting for his whole life.

He pulled away, placing a few more little kisses on her mouth before looking down at her. She was grinning, her eyes were still closed as she swayed to the music in his arms.

Jughead knew a lot of things about himself. He knew how to get good enough grades so he could get into a decent school and keep teachers and parents off his back. He knew how to keep his head down and get through a school day mostly unnoticed. He knew how to structure an article and make it effective. He knew he wanted to be a writer. He knew how to carry a conversation if forced or if he needed something. He knew how to be a friend to those who were willing to have him as one. He was good at a lot of things and regardless of all the hardships he had faced, most of the things he wanted came easily. Most things but one.

Love, romantic love, was something Jughead Jones was never good at. In part, because there had never been someone he wanted to fall in love with and in part because he had spent most of his teenage years thinking it was something stupid people did out of fear. Fear of being alone, fear of not being good enough, fear of not making an impact. He thought he knew what a kiss felt like, what love would feel like but he didn't. He couldn't have prepared himself for what it would feel like to kiss Betty Cooper. It was like the haze over his world had lifted and everything was stunning Technicolor.

His love for her came to him slowly, crept in and rooted deep within him. Changing him, softening him, like it had always been there.

"I finally put my mouth on your mouth." She shouted, pushing her body even closer to his.

His brow furrowed as he held her. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" He questioned and she giggled kissing his chest through his shirt. "Do you want another beer?" He yelled.

She nodded and when he returned Betty stepped in front of him and leaned against him, her back to his front. He steadied them by grasping the railing in front of them, resting his chin on her head, enjoying the rest of the show.

When it was over they left through the front door, spilling out into the brisk March night.

"I'm starving." She said.

"Same." He said looking around for a solution. His eyes lit up and he grabbed her hand, looking both ways and darting across the street. He pulled her along to a hot dog vendor on the corner. "Two please." He said reaching for his wallet, looking over at her. "You eat hot dogs right?" He asked.

She nodded and smiled.

He passed her a hot dog and she loaded it up with the basic condiment and some banana peppers. Jughead, on the other hand, put every topping on it so the hot dog and bun couldn't be seen. He took a bite and half of the toppings ended up on the ground or on his face. Betty started to giggle. "What?" He asked, his mouth full.

"You're so cute." She shook her head and took a bite of her own dog. They finished the food and headed back to the car.

Jughead drove them home. Neither said much as they held hands over the centre console. He parked the Lexus in front of her house, not caring what her mother would say and ran around to open the door for her.

She got out and turned to face him. "I will never be able to repay you for this night."

Jughead shrugged. "One day you will." He smiled. "We've got lots of time, you'll find a way."

She pushed up on her tippy toes and kissed him. He was so happy he could finally do this whenever he wanted. He didn't care if every person in Riverdale was watching, he was going to kiss Betty Cooper whenever he could.

"You wanna come up?" She asked looking at him through her lashes.

"Isn't your mom home?" He inquired nervously.

"Yeah but you can climb up the side of the house. We can be quiet." She winked and kissed him again.

"Okay." Jughead breathed as she kissed him one last time before she walked up to the door and disappear into her house.

He took off and reached the lattice, ascending it like there was a fire. He was a mixture of nervous and excited. He had never been intimate with anyone before and he wasn't sure he was quite ready for it. He wanted to please her and was terrified that if he couldn't she wouldn't want to see him romantically anymore.

She was pacing her room when he tapped on her window. She smiled when she saw him and made her way over to let him in. Her shoes and tights were gone.

Her room looked exactly the same, just as messy as ever but by her bed he noticed as stack of newspapers.

"You're reading old Blue and Gold's?" He asked picking one up.

"I'm reading your articles." She said taking a step towards him, wringing her hands together. "You're an amazing writer, Jug. You find a way to make everything compelling even when it's not. You had me furious over the fact that the chicken fingers are only half chicken." She smiled.

"Yeah, don't eat those anymore." He moved closer to her. "Don't eat anything from the cafeteria for that matter."

"Jug, I hope you know how good you are at this." She pointed at the papers.

"I know." He ran his hand through his hair. "It may seem like I have a hard life and I have, but I've been lucky enough to cut out the bad and fill it with the good. I've never had to second guess myself."

"Are you gonna thank me when you win the Pulitzer?" She asked softly as they met, her hands running up his arms.

"Whatever you want, Bets." He breathed as he lowered his head so their lips could meet.

They breathed the other in and Betty slipped her hands under his jacket, pushing it off. Her hands moved up towards his hair and her fingers threaded through the velvety strands. She deepened the kiss, the tip of her tongue darting out and running along his lower lip.

He opened this mouth and began massaging his tongue with hers. She moaned and melted into him, her hands sneaking up his shirt and running over his lower abdomen.

He moaned into her mouth and grabbed the hem of her shirt pulling it over her head. Jughead ran his thumbs along the underside of her breasts as he held her, looking down at her cleavage. He was hard now and he pressed himself up against her leg groaning at how wonderful the pressure felt.

Betty reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, wiggling out of it, letting it fall to the ground. Jughead looked at her. She was wearing a lacy black thong and his hands moved down her tone, tanned body, grazing the smooth, supple skin of her ass. She shuddered at Jughead's feather light touch. "Betty," his voice trembled.

She raked her fingers down his chest before sliding her hand down, palming his erect cock. He groaned, squeezing her bottom. "I want you, Jug." She purred hungrily, starting to unbuckle his belt.

He stopped her. "Bets, I've never done this before." His admitted, feeling stupid.

"Oh, Jug," her expression warmed and she cupped his face in her hands. "We don't have to have sex tonight. There are other things we can do." She said with a wicked grin.

Jughead sighed. "Yeah, I haven't done any of that either." He looked away from her. "I don't know if you know this about me but I am wildly unpopular at school. Girls doing really go for unpopular."

"You kissed Veronica." She pointed out.

"Yeah, one time." Jughead sighed again and pressed his forehead against hers. His thumbs rubbed circles over the skin below her breasts. "I'm afraid I won't be able to please you."

Her heart broke at his confession and hugged him tightly. "Jug, you don't have to be nervous. Just because I've had sexual encounters before doesn't mean any of them were satisfying. My past partner wasn't the most generous." They parted and she cocked an eyebrow. "I may know the mechanics but I have a lot to learn and I want to learn with you, if you'll let me." She squeezed his hand.

Any fears he had vanished with her last sentence. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, far deeper than any of the kisses that night, and pushed her towards the bed.

When the back of Betty's knees hit the mattress she sat down pulling Jughead with her until they were lying on her bed.

Their tongues met again as Jughead ran his hand down her barely clothed side. She was bunching his shirt at the hem and trying to pull it up over his head even though they were connected. He parted and pulled it off in one motion, tossing it on the floor.

Betty's hands began moving over his back feeling the lean muscle there. Their mouths meeting again in a fury of teeth and tongues, no longer able to control themselves, only wanting to consume the other. He moved to her long, slender neck and began leaving love bites wherever he could. After every bite he would leave a kiss and he could feel himself growing harder as groans escaped her lips.

Jughead ran his hand down the outer side of her leg before resting his hand on her knee and she parted her legs for him. She whimpered as his fingers slowly moved down her thigh, tickling and teasing her. He lifted his head to look at her, asking for permission even though he already knew the answer. She nodded coyly and bit her reddened lower lip. He began rubbing her clit through the thin black material.

Betty gasped, wrapping her hands around his upper arms, as her ass jerked up off the bed. He continued until she was squirming underneath him, little moans escaping her lips with every rub. Then he pushed the lacy material aside and slide one finger inside her. She cried out, her hands covering her mouth to muffle the sound.

Jughead moved his finger in and out of her slowly, taunting her, his thumb circling her clit. He watched the flush in her face spread to her now bruised neck and heaving chest. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin. He pushed another finger inside her and curled them, hoping he was rubbing her in the right place. Based on the noises she was making he was. She was moaning and panting, her body jerking and her legs quivering. Jughead never took his eyes off her face. He wanted to see her when she came, he wanted to see the look of pleasure on her face, the pleasure he created.

He felt her walls tighten around his fingers and she grasped at his biceps. "Jug," she begged. A moan escaped his lips at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue encased in orgasmic ecstasy. "Juggie" she cried out as she came, her nails clawing into his skin, her body trembling under his.

Jughead pulled his fingers out of her and watched her face as she came down. She had the tiniest smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His fingers were covered in her arousal and caught up in the moment her looked her right in the eye, brought his digits to his lips and licked them clean. She tasted like a mixture of lemon and ginger, sour and tangy.

Betty breath hitched as she watched him. She pushed herself up to kiss him, tasting herself on his mouth.

"Fuck, Jug," she rasped. "How did you know how to do that?" She asked, her breathing starting to return to normal.

He shrugged. "Do you really want to know?" He asked, his cheeks flushing.

"Yeah, considering you just gave me a speech about not knowing how to sex and then hit it out of the fucking park." She brushed the hair out of her face.

"I had a feeling something might happen tonight, so I asked Veronica. After she made fun of me, for what I thought was way too long, she gave me some pointers and sent me some videos. 'Whatever pressure you apply turn it down to a two cause men do everything way too hard.'" He said impersonating his brunette best friend.

"She's right on that one. " Betty chuckled. "You were incredible Jughead, that was incredible."

She pushed herself up and kissed him softly. "Do you want to stay the night?" She asked wiggling against him.

"I don't think that would be wise." Jughead said honestly.

Her brow furrowed. "Why not?"

"Is your mom the type of person to check on you in the morning to make sure you came home?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Good point." He traced her finger over his chest, linking all his beauty marks together.

"I'll see you tomorrow at work and then maybe you can come over?" He asked.

"I have a paper for English to write but I don't mind coming over if you want to watch me do that." She grinned.

"You know that no paper writing will happen."

She bit her lip. "Yeah, I know but I'll come over anyway." She sighed. "Veronica is going to talk my ear off and I lost that bet so she's gonna make me take her on a date. She's gonna make me get her flowers, I know it."

"What are you on about?" He asked retrieving his shirt.

"Veronica and I made a bet about you and I hooking up and now I owe her dinner." She said readjusting her panties.

"You bet against yourself?" He chuckled.

"I underestimated your charm." She shrugged, standing to get a t-shirt to sleep in. She pulled a Vampire Weekend shirt over her head that cut off on her upper thigh.

He smiled and took a step towards her. He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her in for one final kiss. "I need to leave now or I never will." He exhaled and stepped away from her making his way to her window. "Good night, Betty."

"Good night, Jughead." She smiled, tugging the hem her shirt.

He took a mental snapshot her then; barely dressed, hair a mess, his marks all over her neck. Lips still swollen and cheeks still flushed. She was perfect.

He disappeared though the window and climbed down the lattice with more ease than before. He got to the car and headed home.

He stepped into Veronica's house and closed the door, leaning against it, not being about to hide the smile on his face. He took a deep breath in and exhaled dreamily. He couldn't believe how well the night had gone, how reassuring she was, how un-awkward every encounter had been. He could't wait to see her again. He wondered if she would be against fooling around in the library.

While lost in thought, Veronica came sliding into the foyer, her eyes wide. She walked towards him and looked him over silently before smelling him. "What are you doing?" He asked her.

A slow grin spread across her face and she took a step back. "That bitch so owes me dinner." She pulled him in for a hug. "I'm glad you had fun, Jug." She pulled away. "Was the kiss good?"

"It was all good." He smirked and cocked his eyebrows.

"All?" Veronica asked her mouth agape in shock.

"No, no, not all." He waved his hands in front of him. "But there was some stuff." He wiggled his fingers.

Cheryl appeared, like usual, out of no where. "Oooo, a finger bang on the first date. Ten points to team Gryffindor." She winked and grabbed Veronica's hand. "Bed, baby?"

"I'm obviously a Ravenclaw." Jughead muttered.

"Oh yay, you're back!" Kevin exclaimed entering the foyer. "How was the date? Was she surprised? Was there a happy ending?" Kevin raised an eyebrow.

"For her there was." Cheryl quipped.

"Oh, putting your partners pleasure before your own, how chivalrous of you." Joaquin materialized and nudged Jughead on the shoulder.

"Where are you all coming from?" He questioned.

"We're having a sleepover." Veronica shrugged.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kevin asked looking at Joaquin. "Am I not a giving lover?" He asked.

"It has nothing to do with you babe, I just know the heteros are selfish in bed."

"That's true." Cheryl confirmed. "Especially the men so it's nice to know you're one of the good ones, Juggie." She smiled sleepily.

"When did I become 'Juggie'?" He asked.

"Oh fuck off, you know we're becoming friends or whatever." The redhead rolled her eyes and dragged Veronica upstairs. Kevin and Joaquin followed behind, a chorus of goodnights rang out from the lot of them.

Jughead was too wired to go right to bed. He flopped down on the sofa, turned on the TV and found a cooking challenge reality show. He made himself focus on the monotony of the program, taking deep breaths, the smell of Betty still on his clothes. The mixture of both eventually lulled him to sleep.

Betty watched the Lexus drive away and she bit her lip. She walked to her vanity and brushed her hair until it was smooth again. She threw it into a bun, made a quick trip to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth before crawling into bed.

Betty didn't know if any date would top the one she just went on. She didn't know if her and Jughead were going to last. She didn't know what hardships they might face and who might get in their way.

Betty Cooper didn't know a lot of things but she was certain of one. She was falling in love with Jughead Jones.

I hope it was worth the wait. I actually love this chapter and I rarely love a chapter when I post it.

The song that is reference in this chapter is 'Copy of A' by Nine Inch Nails, if you are interested.

Thank you so much for reading!

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