Thanks to everyone for reviewing, it's very much appreciated.

I also want to point out that I have a sort of new Tumblr called bughead-fic-request. You send me prompts there. It might take me awhile but I will write all of them.

Also, I know that school acceptance letters come online but I like it better when they come in the mail so…

I edited this myself so I apologize for any errors.

Sorry about the wait on this one but I hope you enjoy.

Betty bounced down the hallway towards the Blue and Gold office with two brown paper bags in hand.

She knocked lightly on the door before stepping inside. It wasn't a large space, enough to fit two desks and a table. There were newspapers, pens and loose sheets of paper everywhere. Two desktop computers sat on top of the desk but they looked like they hadn't been turned on in a long time. There were cork boards on the walls plastered with cue cards, newspaper clippings and flyers from past school events.

Jughead was sitting behind the desk against the far wall. He was hunched over his laptop, typing away. He was so focused that he didn't look up until she was leaning up against the desk beside him.

"Hey, Jug." She beamed.

"Hey." He said closing his laptop quickly and rocking back in his chair. "What are you doing here?" He was pretending she hadn't frightened him but it was clear by his widened eyes he hadn't expected to see her there.

Her brow furrowed. "Did you get my text?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Sorry, I turned off my phone." He sighed and rubbed his face.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I've just had a really weird day."

"You wanna talk about it over lunch?" She lifted one of the bags.

"Do you make me a brown paper bag lunch?" A grin started to pull at his lips.

"Yeah, I thought it might be nice to have a meal together before I have to go to my cheer meeting." She pulled herself up on the desk and crossed her legs. "So what's up?"

Jughead took out the turkey sandwich and took a bite. "Ron finally checked the mail after a month and my acceptance letter to NYU was in it."

Betty's eyes went wide. "What! Oh my god, Jug! That's amazing." She leaned forward to hug him.

He smiled. "It feels really good but along with the acceptance letter there was also the rejection from the Neil Gaiman workshop."

Betty's face fell. "Oh no, I'm so sorry."

"I knew that the likelihood of me getting it was slim but it still hurts." He took another bite.

"Can you apply next year?" Betty asked.

"It's not a yearly thing but he has done it before so he'll probably do it again. Hopefully, I'll be ready by then." He shrugged. "Also there was this." He said turning on his cell. "Once I got it I shut off my phone which is why I never got your text." He hit a few buttons and began to read. "Got fired from Andrews, found a new gig in Hudson. Come by the trailer this weekend to get your stuff or I'm tossing it." He looked up at Betty. "It's from my dad."

"He's just leaving?" She said in disbelief.

"Yeah, that's the type of guy my dad is."

"Did you leave anything at the trailer you need to go get?" Betty asked moving from her sandwich to some celery sticks.

"Yeah, some clothes, photos, I know there are things my mom isn't going to want to lose."

"Is he going to be there?" Betty asked.

Jughead shrugged. "I don't know. I hope not. I don't have anything to say to him and I don't care where he goes."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Betty asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I'm not even sure what I'm gonna do. I don't want you meeting him. I want to keep you so far away from all that." He sighed.

"I didn't know he worked for Mr. Andrews."

"Why would you? I'm sure Archie didn't talk about it and I don't want to talk about my dad unless I have to." He said munching a carrot stick.

She sighed. "Good point." Betty wanted to push, she wanted to know more about his family but she didn't want to overwhelm him. "Okay, well if you want me there, let me know." She pushed another celery stick into her mouth. "How come I've never seen you write?" She asked letting her legs dangle off the side of the desk.

"I like to write alone. I hate it when people ask me what I'm writing or lurk over my shoulder. I used to write at the library a lot but…" He trailed off.

"But then I came along and ruined everything." Betty said with a laugh.

"You didn't ruin anything." He stood, abandoning his food and leaned against the desk in-between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "This is much better then writing, I promise you." He leaned in and kissed her softly.

"You can write around me, you know?" She whispered. "I promise I won't look over your shoulder."

"I have been falling behind ever since you started working with me." He grinned, kissing her again.

"Well, we can't have that can we?" She said her lips still pressed against his.

She hooked her feet around the back of his knees and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. Her fingers made their way into Jughead's hair, knocking his beanie to the floor.

He pulled her closer, his growing arousal pressing between her legs causing them both to moan. "Jug, is this room usually empty." She asked as he kissed his way down her long neck.

"Usually, why?"

"Useful information to have for the future." She placed her hands over his. "But I have to stop this while I still have the will to do so. Cheryl wants to hold a cheer meeting before lunch is over and I have to go."

Jughead casually adjusted himself while helping Betty off the desk. "How is she cock blocking me and she's not even here?" He wondered aloud.

"In all honesty, I had no intention of things getting heated. I just can't help myself when I'm with you." She wrapped her arms around his neck as he steered them towards the exit.

"I'll text you later." He said peppering her face with kisses as he opened the door.

She giggled. "And lets go out or have a movie night or something this weekend." She cupped his face as she kissed him, not able to stop giggling as he tickled her side.

She gave him a final peck and pushed herself away from him and out into the hallway bumping right into Archie, nearly falling over.

He grabbed her by both arms to steady her, the leather from his letterman jacket creaking as he moved. He looked from a wide eyed Betty to Jughead who was leaning against the doorframe. His hair a mess and both of their lips red and swollen.

"Sorry Archie, I didn't see you coming." Betty said taking a step away from him.

"So you did leave me for him." He said with no emotion in his voice.

Betty closed her eyes and sighed while Jughead squared his shoulders. "Archie, please don't make this into something it doesn't have to be."

Archie looked between the two of them and nodded. "Okay," and then walked away.

"That was weird." Jughead noted with a furrowed brow.

Betty bobbed her head in agreement. "Yeah, and I don't know if I like it."

"Do you think he's capable of doing something?" Jughead asked.

Betty wasn't sure. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see." She sneaked a final kiss and headed off to her meeting.

It had been arranged that Jughead's father would not be at the trailer until later Saturday night. Jughead asked Betty to come along with him if she still want to.

He picked her up in the late morning and they headed over to Riverdale's one and only trailer park. It was up at the top of a hill far away from the rest of the town.

"He's not going to be there?" Betty asked. "You're sure?"

"Why, you wanna meet him?" Jughead smirked looking over at her.

"Not overly, I just want to be prepared."

"I don't think he wants to see me anymore than I want to see him. If he says he's not going to be there, then he won't be there."

They pulled up to a rectangular grey trailer, the paint peeling off the sides and there was overgrown shrubs and plants everywhere.

When they entered the trailer and Betty was taken aback by how messy it was. Garbage, beer bottles, clothes and dishes were left everywhere. The living room was small with a couch on the far side and a TV near the window. The kitchen was too small to properly prepare a meal which was why there was take out wrappers on every surface.

"This will be easy to clean up." Jughead assured grabbing one of the many garbage bags he had brought.

They started on the living room and then moved onto the kitchen. He was right, they were easy rooms to clean, most things could be thrown out and didn't need any major sorting.

Jughead then led Betty down a narrow hallway to the bedrooms and ducked into the one on the right. It was small about half the size of Betty's bedroom. The walls were white but the whole room looked grey even when he turned the light on. There were two dressers. One was simple and made of oak while the other was smaller, painted white and covered in flower stickers. There was a half filled box in front of it that had Jellybean scrawled on the side. A closet sat right by the door and a bunk bed was pushed into the opposite corner.

"This is mine and Jellybean's room." He said with an embarrassed chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You had to share a room?" Betty asked, feeling stupid for asking such a dumb question.

"Yeah, we really didn't have a choice."

Betty suddenly felt uncomfortable. She was forced to confront the poverty stricken life of a boy she had spent most of her high school career torturing. The boy always dressed in black and grey finally blending in with his surrounding. His clothing was a suit of armour made for disappearing into the background, securing his survival in his own home.

She also felt like she was invading his privacy. She didn't want to touch anything in here. This wasn't a guest room he had been staying in for a few months. It was where he found solace when he came home with bruises on his face. Where he went to escape a father who laid mental wounds that would never heal. This was the place he comforted his sister when she was bullied. Where he did his best to help his mother, to be the best son and brother he could and suddenly, Betty felt like she had it easy. Her mother was crazy but it had given her many talents and a stunning academic career.

This was a place where the parents had given up half way.

"Do you need me to do anything in here?" She asked, taking a step towards him as she wrung her hands together.

"You can finish emptying Jellybeans clothes into that box." He said absentmindedly as he focused on his own drawers.

Betty made quick work of the small drawers while Jughead moved onto the closet. "Hey!" He exclaimed sitting on the edge of the bed with a large book in hand. "Come here."

Betty finished taping up the box and sat beside her boyfriend. He opened what she soon realized was a photo album.

"I know you are feeling guilty and uncomfortable being here with me, seeing how I used to live." He said.

"I'm not uncomfortable." Betty lied.

"Betty, you are so tense your shoulders are almost touching your ears." He pointed out.

She relaxed her body which caused to Jughead to laugh.

"At one time things were okay, there were a few happy moments in my life. I was really young for most of them but they do exist." The first two pages of the album were pictures of brown haired baby sitting in a highchair. In each photo there was a new type of food smeared across his face.

"Is that you?" Betty asked with a wide smile on her face as she leaned in to get a better look at the photo.

"It sure is." He sang.

"You are so cute!" She beamed.

Baby Jughead had the chubbiest cheeks Betty had ever seen and the same green-hazel eyes he had now. In these photos he had most but not all of his baby teeth and he had a full mop of hair except it was much lighter. A brownish colour with red accents.

"You are so smiley." She grabbed the book off his lap. "I'm going to die, oh my god, you're so cute."

"I think I used up all my allotted smiles when I was a baby."

She kept flipping through the pages taking in all the snapshots of him playing with various toys, posing for the camera in different outfits. Betty noticed a beautiful, blue eyed, black haired woman in every photo. She had a small narrow tipped nose and lips like Jughead's. "Is that your mom?" She asked.

Jughead nodded.

"You look just like her."

"So I've been told."

She flipped the page and saw what she was hoping for, bathtub pictures. She started giggling. "Look at your little butt."

"Oh god." He groaned, falling back on the bed.

This time it was his mother taking the photos as a young floppy haired man sat at the side of the tub. He watched as Jughead splashed around, his jeans getting wetter in each photo. "Is that your dad?"

"Yep." He said without sitting up.

Riverdale wasn't a big town but it wasn't small. There was a possibility she had seen both of his parents around town but she couldn't connect these faces with anyone she had seen in town. Her parents wouldn't fraternize with anyone who lived in a trailer park and his parents didn't seem like the type to have an active role in the school community. Betty never had a part time job so she wouldn't have run into them that way.

"I can sort of see him in you, maybe the scowl."

"Hey!" He poked her in the side from where he was lying.

"Maybe you look too much like your mother, it's muddled his features."

"Good." He sat up and pulled the box he had beside him onto his lap. "I also found these."

These were older photos of his parents before Jughead was born. There were cute photo booth pictures of the two of them and loads from parties they had gone to. Photos of them with beer bottles in hand, taking bong hits and dancing to whatever was popular in the late 90's.

"They looked happy."

Jughead nodded. "Do you ever wonder what killed it? Like how did they go from being that happy to barely being able to speak to each other?"

Betty shrugged. "Work, kids, money." She looked over at Jughead who had left the beanie at home that day and his hair was drooping into his eyes. "And some people aren't meant to be together or can't be."

He grabbed her hand and their eyes met. "I hope we aren't some people." The comment was so heartfelt and sincere, Betty couldn't help but melt.

She smiled at him softly, tilting her head to the side and sighed. She felt a warmth spread through her chest that she had been feeling more and more when she thought of Jughead. She realized there in his childhood bedroom that she loved him. He made her want to be all the things she was scared to be. Take all the chances she was terrified to take and be herself while taking them. She had never met anyone who wanted her to be herself.

She loved that he had become who he was around her. He almost never wore his beanie unless they were out in public. She loved how excited he was to tell her about the books he was reading or a movie he saw. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the only one in the room. She loved the way their future looked when she imagined it as she drifted off to sleep. Him reading a book or writing while she played the piano in whatever place they called home. Some nights it was the city and other nights it was a quaint little house in a small town.

She had never felt this way about Archie, ever, and had no idea love was supposed to feel this way. That it was actually supposed to make you feel good about yourself.

"Let's finish in here, go pack up my moms stuff and I'll show you my favorite spot." Jughead said.

Betty nodded and kissed him. "That sounds nice."

She finished boxing up old toys and any knick knack she could find that could fit in a box.

Jughead had already moved on to his parents room by the time she was done, having cleared his mom's dresser and closet.

"You are really good at packing." Betty pointed out.

"I don't know why, I've only packed up and moved once. I guess I don't take care with these things because they have no meaning to me."

"Not even the photos?" She said pointing at Jughead's room.

"Maybe those photos." He said shyly as he pointed at the rocking chair in the far corner. "Can you pass me that sweater?"

Betty picked it up and folded it gently. "This is pretty." She said. "My mom has one just like it."

He took it from her.

"Well, there are only so many mom shirts." He quipped. "I'm almost done in here, why don't you order some pizza, whatever you want and I should be done by then."

After finding out what the address was, she placed an order for a large bacon and pineapple pizza. When the food finally came Jughead took Betty up to the roof.

"It's not quiet up here but a least the view is nice." The trailer was so high up on the hill you could see the entire town. "I love it up here."

"I feel like Princess Jasmine when Aladdin takes her to his home in Agrabah." She said biting into her pizza.

"Are you calling me a penniless street rat?"

Betty laughed. "He gets to be a prince and marry, in my opinion, the hottest of all the Disney Princesses."

"I don't mind that comparison then." He grinned, already finishing his first slice.

"Tell me five random things about yourself." Betty requested

"What?"

"Anything, it's a fun way to get to know each other better. Go, do it." She nudged him with her foot.

He took a deep breath in and started nodding his head. "Okay, uh, I love the way coined money feels in an envelope. When I sneeze I let out a really embarrassing high pitched noise and I hate it. I like the taste Pepto Bismol. I watch Sweet Home Alabama every time it's on TV and I don't like carrots."

"You like carrots, you ate the carrots I packed for you." Betty pointed out.

"Yeah, that's because you packed me the lunch." He raised his eyebrows. "I hated every second of it but it was so cute that you made me lunch, how could I refuse them?"

"Easy! Just say, 'Bets, I don't like carrots, can I have your celery?' I would have traded you." She laughed through a scoff.

"Now you know." He wiped his hands with a napkin. "It's your turn, you go."

Betty pursed her lips and looked up as if she was scanning her brain for bizarre traits about herself. "Um, I put the milk in my bowl first before the cereal."

Jughead stared at her blankly before shaking his head. "I don't know if this is gonna work out, Bets."

Her eyes went wide. "What? It's not that weird." She justified.

"I can ignore the fact that you put pineapple on a pizza but what kind of lunatic puts the milk in first?"

"I like crunchy cereal and want to see how much milk I'm putting in."

"Use a measuring cup!"

"I'm not dirtying a measuring cup for cereal."

He was shaking his head. "We need to work on that, I can't abide. Please continue with your weirdness."

Betty rolled her eyes. "I love being in stores really early in the morning or really late at night. It makes me feel like I'm the last person on earth. Every time I see it's 11:11, I make a wish. I love watching those pimple popping videos and I un-ironically love "All Star" by Smash Mouth."

He smiled at her and chuckled. "You are the most adorable person I have ever met."

She felt her cheeks flush. "Whatever, Mr. I Love Pepto Bismol." She grinned.

He wiped his hands and closed the pizza box. "What do you say we finish up here and then go to…" He left it opened ended for her to choose.

"Can we have a Netflix and cuddle night? I don't know why but I feel like being all snuggly and cozy." She said standing.

"Probably because this is the most unwelcoming place in the world. Let's get out of here."

They grabbed all the things they need to take with them and went back to his place.

Betty borrowed some shorts and a tank top from Veronica and Jughead got into a t-shirt and pyjama pants. They made popcorn, gathered a bunch of snacks and headed to the living room. They turned on the fire place and snuggled up to each other under a soft blanket. After a few hours of watching movies they ended up lying down, Betty wrapped in Jughead's arms. He fell asleep before her and she turned to watch his serene face.

She had another wave of familiarity. She wondered if it would ever stop. If she would ever get over how comfortable she felt with him, like there wasn't a time in her life when he wasn't there.

She snuggled up to him further. "I love you." She whispered, smiling at how perfect the words felt on her lips. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, matching her breathing with his.

Jughead held his book limply in his hand as he scanned the stacks from his place behind the counter. He was looking for a different kind of redheaded menace while waiting for Betty to show up for her shift.

She fluttered in fifteen minutes later and slammed a book on the counter. "Hi there, my name is Ella Tambourine." She stated in the worst southern accent Jughead had ever heard. "And this book is very late but I am only a poor piano player." She was trying not to smile. "I do not have enough money to pay the late fee and I would like to know if there is a different way to settle up." She grinned and she moved around the counter.

Jughead stood. "Betty, stop for a sec." He cautioned as he approached her.

"Betty? Who's Betty?" She gave him a facial shrug. "Like I said, my name is Ella Tambourine. I have no money but I've been told I'm good with my mou-" She was stopped when Jughead put his finger against her lips.

"I don't want to alarm you but somewhere in this library Archie Andrews is lurking." Jughead whispered.

Betty's eyes widened. "Seriously, where?" She looked around and saw nothing.

"I don't know what he's doing but I don't like it." He leaned forward and kissed her quickly and then again a little slower not being able to help himself. He pulled away. "That book isn't actually late is it?" He asked.

Betty giggled. "No, I was being stupid." She kissed him again.

A clearing throat stilled them both as they turned to look at Archie.

Betty stepped away from Jughead. "Hey Arch, can I help you with something?" Betty asked with a polite smile.

"Can you help me find a book?" He asked, his hands crammed in his front pocket.

"Which book are you looking for?" Betty took another step away from Jughead.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I was hoping you can recommend something." He turned to head to the fiction section and motioned for Betty to follow.

She looked up at Jughead whose mouth was pulled into a tight line. "Don't worry. He'll be gone in fifteen minutes. I promise." She kissed him again and headed over to where Archie was standing.

She began looking through the books and pulled one at random. "How about this one?" Betty handed him a random book.

"What is it about?" He turned it over in his hand.

"I have no idea, Arch. Jug is the book guy but he can't help you because you can't control yourself around him." She snatched the book out of his hand and gave him another one.

"Well, maybe if he wasn't such a sarcastic, moody bitch there wouldn't be a problem." He gripped the book. "I can't believe you're with him, I honestly cannot believe it." He shook head. "You have a type and you don't even know it."

Betty's brow furrowed. "What does that mean?"

He shrugged. "I'll take this one." He said with a smile holding up a copy of A Very Long Engagement.

Betty huffed. "Fine." She grabbed the novel and stomped towards the front counter.

Archie handed her a library card that was at least ten years old. She got him a new one and checked out the book. "Its due back in three weeks." She pushed the book towards him.

"Thanks." He said taking the book and left the library. "I'll see you guys around."

"He's acting weird." Betty said. "I've never seen him act like this before."

"He's mad that he lost you to me." Jughead said. "If it was anyone else he wouldn't care but because it's me he's gonna keep inserting himself into our relationship until he drives us apart."

"I don't think he's smart enough for that." Betty reasoned.

"He's already doing it." Jughead gestured towards the door.

"What could be possibly do? If this is the worst he can do then we have nothing to worry about. To drive us apart he would have to have some hold over me and he doesn't. I finally gained respect for myself and have much better taste." She slid her hands around his waist. "Believe me, you have nothing to worry about." She kissed him. "We just have to ignore him and in two months we're out of here."

Jughead nodded his head and took a seat as she pulled herself onto the counter. "So lets talk about Anna Karenina." She started a conversation about the next book Jughead had picked for her.

He tried to listen to her but couldn't. He tried to ignore the sick feeling at the pit of his stomach but he couldn't. It felt like something bad was headed their way and he hoped that thing was not Archie Andrews.

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