Piggybacking off of the last request about the Audrey Hepburn quote, could you possibly Write about this one? "Don't forget to smile, you're the prettiest when you do." I don't know who wrote it or if that's correct but I love it and could imagine Jughead using it to help Betty feel better after being teased by Cheryl or something like that. I love a good fluff piece. Love your writing and you!
Aww that’s beautiful! You got it!
Stupid Cheryl blossom and her stupid, perfect body, and perfect hair, and perfect face. Betty mumbled under her breath, slamming her gym locker shut and putting her flats back on her feet.
Of all days for Cheryl to be on a rampage, she had to choose today. Picking at everything Betty did, criticizing every aspect of Betty’s body and face. Normally she wouldn’t let it get to her, but today
It was her birthday.
She didn’t mind that no one remembered, it’s not like she mentioned it. Her birthday was always a touchy subject for her. On this day two years ago, Polly had been taken away, never to be seen again.
So yeah, she didn’t really talk about her birthday, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be treated like trash on it.
The day hadn’t started off great, her dad had gone away on business last night, which just left Betty and her mother alone in the house. Alice woke her up to tell her she overslept and was going to be late for school, the only reason she knew her mother remembered her birthday was the quick “happy birthday” she threw her before walking out the door.
Veronica didn’t know it was her birthday, Betty had never told her, so obviously she couldn’t count on that, and Archie well, he just forgot. It wasn’t his fault. He had a lot on his mind.
She knew she had to look nasty, her face a permanent frown, cut her some slack, if she wanted to be miserable she was gonna be miserable.
It was her birthday after all.
Walking through the halls, Betty ran her hand across the cold metal lockers, suddenly she spotted the familiar beanie of Jughead jones.
She smiled slightly, but even his presence couldn’t keep a smile on her face.
“Hey green eyes, what’s with the frown.”
She sighed leaning against the locker next to his.
“Just Cheryl being Cheryl, apparently my legs aren’t straight enough and my face isn’t pretty enough.”
He snorted ,drawing her attention to his,
“Yeah, you not being pretty enough, makes total sense.”
She smiled, smacking his shoulder
“So Cheryl’s the reason for your grumpy mood?”
“You sure it has nothing to do with today being your birthday?”
Her eyes snapped open, connecting with his.
He smiled at her, digging in his pockets before pulling out a folded up book with a little ribbon on it
“Happy birthday bets.”
Her eyes watered as she took the present from his hands.
It was an original, Holmes and Watson.
She instantly had her arms wrapped around him.
“Thank you juggie, you didn’t have to.”
He rested his hands on her hips, pulling away slightly.
“I like to see you smile.”
She beamed at him
“You always look the prettiest when you smile.”
Laughing, she pulled the book into her hands instantly digging into it. Smiling brighter than she had all day.