A/N: Someone asked about writing a Sprousehart fanfic, I don't write fics about real people. If you go on tumblr there are hundreds of fic writers, amazing ones at that, who can for sure write that for you.

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I also edited this myself so there is probably a whole whack of errors in it. Sorry.

Sorry for the delay on this, I've had terrible writers block and I'm having a lot personal problems with a lot of things. I'm still not 100% pleased with it but if I don't post it now I never will. Again thank you for being understanding and I hope it was worth the wait.

Archie did not let up. Two days after he checked out A Very Long Engagement, he was back.

"B, can you help me find something else?" He asked, leaning against the counter, the most charming smile he could muster on his face.

"Find something yourself, Archie." She crossed her arms over her chest, her tone tight. "I know what you're doing." She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Well, that's not very good customer service. It would be a shame if Mr. Williams found out you weren't living up to the duties your community service outlines." He raised his eyebrows.

Jughead closed his laptop and stood, shoving his hands in his pockets. He stood protectively behind Betty. "Stop, Arch." He warned.

Betty looked over to stop her boyfriend. She knew anything Archie could say to her was better than a fight breaking out between the two of them. "Fine Arch, lets go you find something to read."

They went on a journey down the stacks, Betty pulling things at random. Archie excepted her third choice, The Delivery Man, and followed her to the counter.

Betty checked out his book while Archie looked over at Jughead. "How you doing today, buddy?" He asked.

Jughead had resumed his usual position and looked up quizzically from his laptop. "Are you talking to me?"

Archie nodded his head.

"I'm just peachy, friend." He said, lowering his eyes back to the screen.

Archie smirked as Betty handed him his book. "Here's you book, its due back in three weeks." She told him again.

"Cool, thanks." He said walking over to one of the tables sitting in the small open space. He sat down and opened the book.

Betty and Jughead's expressions darkened as they watched him nestle into the seat. "No way, he can't stay here the entire time can he?" Betty asked Jughead.

"Possibly, I mean it's probably going to take him the whole night to figure out we read left to right." Jughead said, looking over at his nemesis.

She smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand and chuckled. "Stop, he knows how to read." She crossed her arms. "Kick him out." She suggested.

"He's not doing anything, I can't kick him out." He whispered back. "This is a government building."

"I wish I knew what he wanted, like does he want to get back together with me or what?" Her body bounced around nervously as she gnawed on her lip. "He can't do anything to us here." She concluded.

"Except destroy all the alone time we get to have."

"We can be alone at you place." She reminded.

"Yeah, but Ronnie is always there with Cheryl and Kevin and Joaquin. Here we're alone."

"If this is his plan we can survive this, he can't annoy us apart." Betty pointed out. "And it's for like three more months. We can handle this."

"This is a good time to tell you that I become agitated very easily." Jughead let her know.

"You don't say." Betty grinned and started organizing a stack of book that needed to be filed.

"Hey, guys?" Archie said, back at the counter again.

They looked over at him warily.

"Which Toy Story movie is your favorite?" He asked.

"Seriously?" Betty said in disbelief.

"Yeah, personally, I love the second one best." He rested his chin in his hands.

No one said anything as they all stared at each other.

"You're not going to leave until we answer, are you?" Jughead inquired.

"That's right." Archie winked at him.

"The first one." Jughead and Betty said together.

"Good choice!" He smiled. "Okay, next question, if you could switch bodies with anyone on the planet for 24 hours, who would it be?"

"Right now, literally anyone who isn't in this library." Jughead sighed, closing his book.

"I'd pick Megan Fox. I'd touch my boobs all day."

Betty looked at him in disgust. "How did we date for almost four years?"

"Because I'm amazing. Look at my pecs." He stepped away and made his pectoral muscles move.

She rolled her eyes and took the stack of books out into the library.

Archie looked over at Jughead. "Women, am I right?" He leaned over to give him a fist bump which the dark haired boy did not return. "Okay, anyway, what is the weirdest thing you've ever put your penis in?"

Jughead let out a growl of frustration and slammed his laptop closed.

Archie stayed at the counter till closing.

A few days later, Jughead was putting books away in his locker when Kevin came up beside him. "What's up?"

Jughead jumped and looked over at his friend. "I thought you were Archie, fuck." He clutched his chest.

"Why would Archie be talking to you?" Kevin asked. "Also, thank you for thinking I have a body that could be mistaken for Archie's. The boys a nightmare but he looks like a daydream."

"He's been stalking Betty and I. He found out we're dating." Jughead closed his locker and headed towards the cafeteria. "He's been hanging around the library asking us the stupidest questions."

"Why?" Kevin picked a spec of lint off his sweater.

"I have no idea. I don't know if he wants Betty back or if he wants to break us up or what but it's only been three days and I want to kill him."

"So he's there everyday?" Kevin asked.

"Everyday but Wednesday that's-"

Kevin cut him off. "That's when the team practices late."

Jughead brow furrowed and he shot his friend a look.

"What? I was a closeted and then boyfriend-less gay man for most of my high school career. I'm sorry if I like to look at the buff men get all sweaty and run around." Kevin defended.

"The library was our sanctuary, one of the only places Betty and I could be even sort of alone. Ronnie is always home and we never know if Betty's mom is going to be at her place. I'm beyond frustrated, I want to get her alone to-"

"Fuck?" Kevin suggested as they stopped at the entrance for the cafeteria.

"No." Jughead shook his head. "I mean, yeah, but I love her. I want tell her but I want to make it perfect, you know."

Kevin clasped his hands together. "My baby's in love and all grown up." He placed his hands on Jughead's shoulders. "I've raised you so well."

Jughead laughed and looked over to their typical table. Cheryl, Betty and Veronica were already sitting there giggling about whatever girls giggled about. They were interrupted when Archie took a seat across from them.

He watched Betty's head fall back in annoyance and Veronica stood immediately. Cheryl said something to him and threw a cube of jello in his direction before they all got up to leave.

He saw Archie's jaw square and his fist clench on the table. He turned his head to look over at Jughead and his tension increased. The smooth exterior the redhead had been putting forth for the past couple of days, fell away. All that was left was the anger that seemed to plague Archie for the past four years.

"We should go, I don't want this to turn into a fight. The girls would have moved outside." Kevin suggested.

Jughead had always felt anger targeted at him from Archie but suddenly it felt personal, like Jughead had wronged him. Not just anger between ex-best friends or a nerd and a jock but like Archie had a score to settle. Along with all the anger was an undercurrent of sadness and it made Jughead beyond uncomfortable.

He looked away from Archie. "Yeah, lets go, the air is weird in here." He remarked and followed Kevin towards the courtyard to meet the girls.

Betty took out her biology text book and began settling in for a class she didn't feel like attending.

"Hey Cooper!" Archie said with a smile. "Are you ready to learn?"

"What are you doing here?" She asked as he took a seat beside her.

"I'm your new lab partner." He grinned folding his hands in front of him.

"How are you gonna be my lab partner, Arch? You're not in this class and you don't know what science is." She informed, turning to a fresh page in her notebook.

"I want to hang out with you more. You always loved learning so much, I wanna see what all the fuss is about." He shrugged out of his jacket and leaned back in his chair.

"Archie, you aren't going to get me back this way. We're over."

He shrugged. "We'll see."

"What are you gonna threaten me with nudes?"

"No one gives a shit about nudes anymore." He rolled his eyes. "Plus, all your nudes don't have your face in them."

"Mr. Andrews!" Mrs. Corner shouted from the front of the room. "What are you doing in here?"

He ignored the teacher. "I have no interest in ruining your life, just his." He smirked.

"Why?!" Betty said as sternly as a whisper would allow.

The suave smirk left his face and a venomous look replaced it. "Why don't you tell your boyfriend to ask his piece of shit family? He doesn't get to have everything, he doesn't."

"Archie!"

"Yes, Mrs. C?" He stood and grabbed his coat.

"Can you please inform the class what you are doing here today?"

"I wanted to sit in and learn about atoms and protons and stuff." He smirked.

"If you can tell me what an atom is, I'll let you stay." She reasoned.

"The powerhouse of the cell?" Archie guessed.

"Get out." Mrs. Corner instructed before glancing at her teaching planner.

"I'll see you tonight at the library." He winked and casually walked out of the classroom.

"Fuck." Betty muttered, sinking into her seat knowing that she wasn't going to be able to take his annoyance much longer.

"Guess who paid me a visit in my biology class today?" Betty spat in exasperation.

"I'm gonna go with Howdy Doody over there." Jughead motioned to Archie who was looking at books in the kids section.

"I mean, I know there's only three months school left but I can't stand him anymore and it's only been a week."

"I'm having nightmares where I open things like cupboards, toilet seats, cans of beans and he is just there. His stupid face is just smiling and asking me about books. You know he's not reading them."

"He was talking about wanting to ruin your life today." Betty commented.

"What's new?" Jughead rolled his eyes as he continued to look through some receipts.

"No, this was different. The look in his eyes had intent and when I asked him why he was after you, he told me to ask you about your 'piece of shit' family." Betty looked over at Jughead hoping he could provide some sort of clarity.

"My parents were civil with his when we were kids and other than my dad working for his dad they didn't interact." Jughead shrugged, seeming as lost as she was.

"Oh, Betty." Archie sang from where he was standing in the kids section.

She sighed. "Have you ever read a book on how to get away with murder?" She asked.

"I've watched the show."

"Really? You like that show?" She asked with a grin.

"I like Viola Davis." He shrugged.

"Betty!" Archie yelled again.

"I got it. It's not fair that it's always you." He rubbed his eyes.

"He's my ex and we are treating him like he's a three month old."

"Tomayto, tomahto." Jughead shook his head and strolled toward Archie. "What can I help you with today?" He asked the redhead who threw a picture book back on the table he grabbed it from.

"Where's Betty?" He asked.

"She's busy. Do you want a novel or a kids book cause the one you were holding is tops."

"A novel, I know you think I'm an idiot but I can read. We used to read comics all the time, remember? You still read comics?" Archie asked.

"Sometimes," Jughead responded as he stopped in front of a bookcase and scanned the shelves for what he was looking for. He handed Archie A Handmaids Tale. "This has sex in it." He told him.

Archie smiled. "You still know me, jug."

"No I don't." He cleaned the sleep out of his eyes while Archie read the back of the book.

"Yeah, I'll take this one. I like that there's sex in it." He placed his hand on Jughead's shoulder. "Not that you would know anything about that."

Jughead narrowed his eyes at Archie. "You seem really interested in the state of my sex life."

"I'm interested in the lack thereof." He said with a smug look. "There's no way she's putting out already. It took me years to get her into bed." Archie informed.

"Maybe she feels more comfortable with a man who knows how to please her properly." Jughead raised his eyebrows.

"No, there's no way you could make her moan the way I did." He smirked.

Jughead clenched his jaw, he hated having to hear Archie talk about Betty in such a way. He also knew these types of stories and talk was currency to boys like Archie. He begrudgingly played along.

He lifted his arm and gripped Archie's shoulder in the same way. "Awe, Red, I already have." He winked with a shit eating grin.

Archie's eyes darkened as he glared at his childhood friend; his hold on Jughead's shoulder getting tighter and tighter.

"Jug?" Betty called out.

He looked away from Archie to his girlfriend who was standing at the end of the row. She was his girlfriend. He shook his head hating he had let Archie get him caught up in all that drama. "I'll sign the book out at the front."

He rushed towards Betty and grabbed her hand. "I don't know how much more I can take of this." Jughead admitted.

"What?" Betty whispered to him.

He checked out the book for Archie and turned to her. "He's making me do things I wouldn't normally do. He shouldn't be able to do this to me."

"He's a very persuasive person." Betty looked over at the redhead who was currently on his phone. "He might not be the smartest person but you don't need to be to get people to do things for you. If they can drive enough fear or doubt or annoyance into you." Betty shook her head and sighed, "you'd be surprise what you'll do."

"I was practically beating my chest, I might as well have peed on you and marked my territory." Jughead ran his hand through his hair.

"Jug, I think we should start pretending he's not here."

"He'll come up to the counter." He shook his head. "Maybe I should quit. I'm going to have to in a couple of months anyway."

"Is that what you want?" Betty asked.

"No, it's not what I fucking want Bets but that's what your piece of shit ex is making me do." He snapped, immediately regretting it.

Betty's eyes dimmed and she grabbed a stack of books. "I know your agitated right now but I need you to cool it. This is what he wants." She turned her back to him and disappeared into the rows.

Jughead closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. When he released it, he looked over at Archie who was smirking at him.

Betty came rushing into the library on a Wednesday afternoon. She was in her cheerleading outfit. The skirt skimming the mid of her thighs, her ponytail bouncing and her midriff was exposed with every movement she made. She had a stack of thick envelopes in her hands. She shucked her jacket off along with her backpack. "They came, six came."

She placed them on the counter and Jughead stood beside her and looked at the tall pile of mail. The first envelope had Yale University emblem in the corner. "Is Juilliard in there?" He asked.

She nodded.

"And Harvard?"

"Yeah."

"They're all big Bets, big is good, if it's big that means you're in."

"That's what she said." Betty said in a daze as she picked up the first envelope and opened it. "Dear Miss Cooper, congratulations on your acceptance to Yale University, class of 2021!" She smiled and skimmed the rest of it before placing it on the counter looking at the next one. She was also accepted into Princeton, Georgetown and MIT.

She exhaled and opened the envelope with the Harvard symbol on it. She read the letter quickly. "I'm in." She smiled widely.

Jughead smiled back. "There's only one more left." He handed her the envelope from Juilliard.

She hesitated for only a moment before tearing into it. "I've been accepted for a Bachelor of Music by the piano faculty." She was smiling so widely her cheeks hurt. She turned to Jughead and hugged him, bursts of giggles escaping her lips.

He hugged her back. "Did you ever for a second think that you weren't going to get in?" He asked.

They parted. "I had moments of doubt."

Jughead watched as Betty looked at all the opened acceptance letters. The smile on her face was replaced by looks of confusion, fear and insecurity.

"Bets, what are you thinking right now?" He asked.

"How am I supposed to decide?" She said quietly.

"What do you mean? It's Juilliard, it's all you've been talking about since I've met you."

"But Harvard was the plan. I'm supposed to go to Harvard." She was squeezing her hands into fists, tighter and tighter.

He could see that she was spiralling. Her future was no longer an abstract. Harvard and Juilliard were no longer a what if's and a maybes, they were real possibilities and now she had to choose.

If it was one thing that didn't come easy to Betty Cooper, it was making a choice.

"That's right. Harvard was the plan and now you've decided to go to school for music."

"How am I going to tell my mother? She's going to be furious." Betty started to pace.

"Are your parents helping you pay for school?" Jughead asked

Betty shook her head. "I'm getting financial aid after all my scholarships run out."

"Then it's not her choice. You have to what you want to do, you have to be who you are Betty?" He was preparing for a fight.

"And who am I, Jug? Cause honestly I don't know. Am I the honour student who studied her way to be valedictorian? Am I the 'we got spirit' cheerleader with the quarterback boyfriend? Am I the secret musician? Am I the perfect understanding girlfriend or the pouty mouth fuck fantasy Archie wanted me to be. I'm a hodge podge Frankenstein of a person put together by my peers, my mother, my friends and Archie. I've never done anything for myself, how can I want anything when I'm not even a real person?"

"Juilliard is something you've done for yourself, that's you." Jughead took a step towards her.

"What am I going to do with a degree in classical piano? Be Billy Joel? Harvard will get me a job anywhere, especially in finance. Juilliard? What was I thinking?" She tightened her ponytail and turned away from him. "The music thing was a fun dream but it's not logical, Harvard makes sense."

"No, no." He took another step towards her. "We might not have been friends but I saw you Betty, it's impossible to miss you. I watched you float through high school with a smile on your face that never reached your eyes. I watched you interact with your so called friends with a vacant look in your eye, walking on egg shells so you would always say the right thing. You're right, you were someone else then but behind that piano you came alive. That's you, the girl that loves birds and Nine Inch Nails and hits on random strangers for her friends. You're the determined, kind, loving girl that captured Veronica's attention. The girl that helped Kevin fall in love. The girl that encouraged Cheryl's loving relationship and made her almost bearable to be around." He smiled at her.

"Veronica did that." Betty murmured.

"But you could have been a real dick to her about it but you didn't. You saw how happy it made her and let her have it." He ran his hand through his hair. "So if you want to go to Harvard, fine, but go for yourself, not anyone else. If you don't know who you are make this the first decision moving towards discovering that for yourself."

Betty stared at him wanting to argue but she couldn't find the words.

"Its fine if you don't know yourself but I know you. You, with no hesitation, followed me to my fathers trailer and happily cleaned it up with no judgment. You listen to me when I talk about books and music. You sang me my favorite song and embraced my best friends. You put aside everything you thought you knew about me and actually got to know me. You are the girl I get up for in the morning. The girl I fell in love with."

Betty stilled, feeling the weight in the room shift. She felt the anger leave the space between them to be replaced with honesty and vulnerability.

"I've felt this way for a while but I didn't know how to say it out loud. I was terrified to say it but I have to, I love you, Betty Cooper." He stared at her while he waited for her to say or do anything.

This wasn't the first time someone had told Betty they loved her. Archie used to say it all the time but never like this. He never looked at her when he said it and it was always after she said it, Archie never said it first.

She could see that Jughead was starting to panic. He was going through every interaction they had ever had to see if he made a mistake telling her. "Bets, sorry, I shouldn't have said that when your heads all over the place." He shook his head.

Betty closed the space between them and grabbed his hands. "I love you, too." She said, the smile back on her face, forgetting why she was freaking out moments earlier.

His head whipped up, their eyes meeting. "You do?"

"Of course I do." She cooed.

"But you were just so mad at me." He whispered.

"Just because I was freaking out doesn't mean I don't love you. We are aloud to frustrated and angry and sad with each other from time to time. And I wasn't mad at you, I was mad at myself.

I'm mad I can't make a choice for myself, that I worry about what everyone else wants before I even think about what makes me happy. You were right about that." She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You are the only thing in my life I wanted for myself and went for." She admitted in a whisper and kissed his neck.

"Why me?"

"You were the first person who wanted me to do things for myself because, you're right, I may not see myself but you see me. I also feel amazing ever second I see you. I love how much you love books and writing, and your sister and your friends. I love that you are who you are and you never apologize for it even after everything you've been through." She kissed him. "You're the guy I get up for in the morning."

"Do you want to talk about what school you're going to choose." Jughead asked rubbing her sides so relieved that he had told her how he felt and it didn't end in disaster. It was one of the first times in his whole life that someone said I love you back when he said I love you first.

She grinned and shook her head. "I have time to figure it out. I'd much rather kiss you. It's Wednesday, which means we won't be hearing from Archie."

"Thank fucking god." Jughead laughed, kissing her again.

They continued to kiss, Betty pulling herself up on the counter so she could be the same height as him. The innocence of their make-out faded and became heated and passionate. Jughead reached up and pulled her hair loose from her ponytail, flooding his senses with the scent of strawberries.

"You wanna go to that hidden place?" He asked, his eyes scanning her face.

She nodded, as he picked up her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She lowered her lips to his and began kissing him as he clumsily made his way to the back of the library. He occasionally bumped into the shelves sending books falling to the floor.

Jughead was headed towards a small desk that couldn't be seen from the front door, counter or down any of the rows. You would have to be standing right in front of the table to be able to see it. For that very reason, Jughead had broken up many couples making out with each other. He never thought he would ever be one of those couples.

He placed her down on the table and continued to kiss her as she palmed his erect cock through his pants. "What do you wanna do, Jug?" Betty panted.

"I wanna go down on you." He said like he didn't have control over himself anymore.

"Are you sure?" She asked, a nervous tone in her voice. "No one has done that for me before."

His eyes narrowed and she could see him processing what she meant. "But Archie?"

"He thought it was disgusting and refused to do it."

Jughead's face crinkled in annoyance. "He's the fucking worst. He really is." He shook his head. "Tell me what you like and stop me when you don't, okay?"

Betty nodded as she leaned back on the desk, propping herself up on her elbows and she watched him sink to his knees.

He removed her bloomers and panties and let them drop to the floor before looking up at her. "And before I start, I have to say, doing this in a library while you are in a cheerleading outfit, ticks so many boxes for me." He grinned.

She giggled, covering her eyes with the palm of her hands, lying flat on her back.

He hooked one leg over his shoulder and began leaving soft kisses on the inside off her thigh. Betty's body was shaking in anticipation and she let out a groan when her nipped at her milky skin.

Jughead paid the same attention to her other thigh before placing it over his shoulder. He froze then, deciding how to begin. He knew what was supposed to happen and how he was supposed to do it but he wanted to do it right for her.

"Start with your fingers." She breathed. "I love your fingers."

Betty was already wet for him when he ran his finger along her slick wet folds and inserted his middle finger. She groaned and her hand snaked down her body to threat through his silky black hair. He worked his digit in and out of her, adding a second, sending her into a frenzy.

She pulled his hair and moved his face closer to her core, her hips grinding, searching for more friction.

Jughead let his tongue dart out and flick her clit making her back arch off the desk and she cried out. Betty didn't know sex could feel that good. Sex always had been about Archie, how she could please him and not for a moment did she think it should feel good for her. She got her first taste of it the night after the concert.

He removed his fingers and spread her legs wider, one of them falling off his shoulder. The flat of Jughead's tongue explored her pink lips before he began fucking her with his mouth. His thumb found it way to her clit.

"Jug, Jug!" Betty tugged at his hair even harder as her legs started to quiver and she could fell the tell-a-tale heat of an orgasm pooling in her lower abdomen.

He worked his thumb faster and his mouth more rapidly pushing her over the edge. Her body stilled and arched as she groaned, one of her hands in his hair and the other in hers.

Jughead stood after she let go, taking a deep breath and wiping his mouth while Betty squirmed around on the desk.

"Jug, that was incredible, holy shit." She sighed as she let her body go limp.

He laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

She sat up suddenly and pulled at his belt. "Do you have a condom?" She asked. "Its cool if you don't, I'm on the pill."

"Betty?" He said stopping her.

"What? What is it? Don't you want to?" She asked sitting up.

He sighed. "Of course I do. I just imagined the first time a little different in my head."

"How did you imagine it?" She asked.

"In your or my bedroom where we could be comfortable and I could take my time. I feel like I would be rushed here and even more nervous." He admitted.

Betty wanted to tell him not to be nervous but she knew that wasn't a very helpful thing to say. She smiled softly at him. "If we could do it tonight, would you want to?" She asked.

He nodded. "But Ron has Cheryl and Kevin over for a study session which means Joaquin is there too."

"I don't think my mom's home. She's been slinking in at two A.M every morning for the past week and a half and my dad hasn't slept at home in a while." She cupped his face in her hands. "Would you want to go there?"

He smiled shyly and nodded. "I don't have a condom or anything though." His cheeks flushed.

"That's okay." Betty said, standing to pick up her panties and bloomers. "I have all that stuff." She kissed him. "Lets close up and head home."

It was past nine so they finished up everything that needed to be done and collected their things.

They headed towards the front door. "I just want to make myself clear, I am going to have sec with you in this library, just not for our first time."

Betty giggled. "You don't need to justify yourself to me. I understand why you want it to be special. I wish my first time was." She stepped outside.

"What was your first time like?" He asked locking up.

"Half drunk, in the woods at a party and Archie could barely get it up, so it hurt even worse then it probably should have. It lasted about five minutes and then he heard there was another party going on at Cheryl's house, forgot about me and left me there. I had to walk home alone at 2 in the morning." She linked her fingers with his.

"That sounds awful. Why did you date him for so long?" Jughead asked as they headed towards her house.

"I didn't know any better." She shrugged. "And it pleased my mother that I was dating a future football star. The cheerleader dates the quarterback and all that."

"I'm sorry Betty."

"It was a learning experience and now I know what good sex feels like. The difference between someone who doesn't give a shit and someone who actually cares if you enjoy yourself or not." She squeezed his hand.

It didn't take long for them to get to her place. There were no cars in the driveway but she missed the white and green truck sitting on the street across from her house.

Betty turned to Jughead and kissed him deeply. "My window is open, I'll make sure the coast is clear for sure and meet you upstairs." She kissed him again and giggled when he pulled her closer instead of letting her go. "Come on, let's go, I'll meet you up there."

He took off towards the side of her house will she headed to the front door.

Betty entered her home, taking her shoes off quickly. "Mom!" She shouted.

She was about to take a step on the first stair she heard a sound coming from somewhere in the house. She stayed still for a few moments waiting for another noise. She was about to take another step when she heard another sound coming from the kitchen.

She looked up the stairs and then behind her. Her mind was made up when an even louder sound came from the kitchen. She grabbed a small lamp from the table in the foyer and slowly made her way to the back of her house.

"Mom!" She said one final time before standing in front of the door and closing her eyes, trying to build up her courage. She took a final breath and pushed the swinging door that led to her kitchen.

Betty was not confronted with the burglars she was imagining in her mind. Instead, she walked in on her half naked mother underneath what Betty could only assume was her mystery lover.

"Oh my god!" She screamed, dropping the lamp, the lightbulb and glass stand shattering. She covered her eyes and turned to run out of the room but ran into the doorframe hitting her head.

"Betty! What are you doing!" Alice shrieked as the man climbed off of her.

"I live here!" She yelled back, rubbing her head finally opening her eyes wishing she hadn't. "Jesus, mother! Cover yourself!"

Alice blushed, pulling her robe more securely around her body. "I thought you were working tonight."

"We finish at nine." Betty informed. She directed her gaze to the man who was readjusting his clothing. His hair was as dark as she remembered but cut closer to his head and he had more scruff than she imagined. He didn't look like the type of man her mother would have ever kept company with.

"Betty!" Jughead said with concern as he came sliding into the room, bumping right into her.

"Oh, fuck me." Alice muttered when she laid eyes on Jughead and looked over to the dark stranger.

He turned and Betty scrolled through the rolodex of people catalogued in her head. The only image that came to mind was of a floppy haired young man, sitting by the edge of a tub while Jughead played in it. "Are you actually serious right now?" She asked looking at her mom, fury coursing through her.

"Jughead?" The older man said with confused shock on his face.

Jughead looked at the man, his eyes wide and uttered one word. "Dad?"

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