Can you write a oneshot where Betty and Jughead haven't talked about the kiss but are forever into doing a play or an English project for Romeo and Juliet. Love your writing!
“Alright, class, moving on.” The teacher droned at the front of the class. “We’re going to pair up - I’ll do the pairing.” She raised an eyebrow towards her students. “-And recreate scenes from Romeo and Juliet.“
Half of the students in the room groaned.
The teacher started reciting names and scenes off the paper in front of her.
"Betty Cooper and Mr. Jones, you’ll be doing the death scene.”
Jughead caught Betty’s eye and smiled at her, then turned back towards the front of the classroom.
“Now, I expect all of you to work on this tonight as homework. We’ll be presenting tomorrow in front of the class.”
Betty gulped and looked down at her desk - she hated public speaking.
Jughead caught up with Betty after the bell rang, gathering books into her backpack.
She smiled as he leaned against her locker. “I was thinking you could come over, we could watch some Romeo and Juliet adaptations for inspiration?” She asked.
Jughead nodded. “Of course. Got the play in my bag, too.” He said, patting his backpack.
Betty closed her locker and the two of them walked out of the school, towards her house.
Jughead could tell something was off - she gave short answers to all his topics of conversation, biting her lip and fidgeting with her fingers every step that they took.
They trudged upstairs to Betty’s room, both of them unloading their backpacks onto the floor.
“Okay, so I own Romeo and Juliet from 1996, and I’m sure I can find the other versions online somewhere.” She murmured as she started her laptop.
“Bets, what’s wrong?” Jughead asked as Betty chewed on her lip again.
“What do you mean?” She asked, looking over at Jughead.
“You’re not going to have a bottom lip left if you keep chewing on it.” He smile gently, walking over to the desk she was sitting at. “Which would make it really hard to do this…” He trailed off, caressing her cheek and pulling her mouth onto his.
Betty took a deep breath. Jughead definitely knew how to calm her down.
They settled into a routine, watching Romeo + Juliet together. Then, they found older versions of the movie and watched just the scene they were supposed to perform. They scribbled down their lines, taking hints from the movie and their lines from the play.
Jughead got off the bed and knelt down on the floor, a piece of paper between his fingers.
Betty laid on the bed, her paper beside her. She was smiling at Jughead.
“Close your eyes,” He murmured.
She did as she was told.
“…Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” He said, reading off the page.
“Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.” He continued.
He spoke so clearly, so confidently in the words. Betty opened her eyes, watching him read. He continued skillfully, Betty completely enamoured.
“…Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss. A dateless bargain to engrossing death.” Jughead pretended to take out a vial out of his pocket, then looked down at Betty. He climbed onto the bed next to her. Pretending to die was much easier on the bed.
He kissed her gently, as in the play. He spoke a few more lines, not needing his paper any longer. Then he pretended to drink the poison. “Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.”
Betty slowly fluttered her eyes, as if awakening. She recited her lines quietly, staring down at her paper. “…drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Hap- shit,” She muttered, looking down at her paper once again. She was never going to remember all this.
“Come on, Juliet, you can do this.” Jughead whispered. “It’s just going to be me and you up there. Nobody else.” He smiled.
Betty recited the next few lines, then kissed Jughead softly. “Thy lips are warm.”
She looked at her paper once again. “O happy dagger,This is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.” She pretended to stab herself and closed her eyes, her head falling to one side.
Jughead sat up squeezed Betty’s hand. “That was great Bets!”
Betty groaned. “No, it wasn’t. I suck. I’m never going to remember all my lines and everyone is going to be staring at me and-”
“Hey,” Jughead murmured, rubbing his thumb across the top of Betty’s hand.
“There is no ‘everyone’, it’s just you and me, remember? We’re going to be fine.”
Betty nodded her head and squeezed Jughead’s hand as a thank you.
Jughead stayed for dinner, then walked next door after running lines with Betty once more.
“You feelin’ okay?” Jugead asked Betty the next morning before class. “Your bedroom light was on for half the night.”
Betty nodded, grabbing her English textbook out of her locker. “Yeah, I was just up studying my lines.” Betty smiled.
“Until four A.M.?”
Betty shrugged and closed her locker, following Jughead into their classroom.
Butterflies were pounding Betty’s stomach as the teacher called groups to the front to act out their scenes.
Finally, it was their turn.
Betty followed Jughead to the front of the classroom where the teacher had set up a few pillows ontop of her desk.
“Whenever you’re ready,” The teacher said, helping Betty lay on the desk. She settled as far to one side as she could, so Jughead could join her when Romeo died.
Jughead stood above her, then took a deep breath.
Betty closed her eyes.
“How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry, which their keepers call a lightning before death…” He started.
Betty couldn’t open her eyes to watch him, but she felt him scoop her hand into his. She tried to make it look limp.
“…Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath…” He continued.
It sounded like he was tearing up.
Shit he was good at this.
He continued his lines, sounding woeful. “…a dateless bargain to engrossing death.”
He kissed Betty lightly, then took a small flask out of his pocket. He continued his lines, then raised his flask and pretended to drink, and laid down beside his Juliet. "Thy drugs are quick - thus with a kiss, I die,“ He whispered.
It was so easy to pretend it was just the two of them with her eyes closed. Betty was fairly relaxed.
She fluttered her eyes, opening them, and made a point to look directly at Jughead.
"What’s here?” She started reciting her lines.
Betty looked at Jughead’s closed eyes, seeing the tears staining his face - so he was crying. She kept saying lines flawlessly, looking only down at Jughead.
“…I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative.” She murmured and leaned down to kiss Jughead. “Thy lips are warm.” She murmured.
Jughead’s mouth turned every so slightly up at the corners.
Betty pulled out a prop-knife from the drama department, holding it above her slightly.
“…I’ll be brief. O happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die."
She stabbed herself, laying back on the desk.
The teacher errupted in applause, then students around them half-heartedly following.
"You might want to check Jughead’s flask, teach, make sure there’s nothing in there,” Reggie called from the back of the room.
Betty was snapped back to reality quickly. She opened her eyes and squeezed Jughead’s hand.
“Thank you,” She murmured to him as she returned to her seat.
“I wouldn’t play Romeo with anyone else,” He smirked.