Beanie Boy - Bughead Fanfic - Part 2
Summary: "You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.“ Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.
Archie really got on Jughead’s nerves. The more Archie passed up an opportunity to be with Betty, the more he made Betty cry. Jughead knew she felt like everyone’s second choice.
She wasn’t though. Not for Jughead, not ever. She’d been his first choice since the day they met.
“Hey Juggs,” Betty greeted, sitting in the booth across from him. Archie slid in beside her.
“Hey … ” he closed his computer.
Veronica slid in beside him, too. “Who’s up for a milkshake?” she asked, releasing a tense breath.
After everyone ordered a milkshake, Veronica folded her hands on the table in front of her. Betty stole a glance at Archie, which made something unpleasant twist inside Jughead’s stomach – a familiar feeling commonly known as jealousy. However, he didn’t know it as jealousy. He knew it as an intense desire to have something someone else had. In this case, it was his crush, who loved his best friend.
“How’s the new apartment, Betty?” Archie asked.
She glanced at Jughead for a moment, before saying, “I love it.”
Jughead stared at her while she listed off the good aspects of her life on her own. He smiled slightly when Betty glanced at him again.
However, that small smile faded when Betty returned her eyes to Archie, and scooted closer to him.
“Jughead,” Veronica whispered, snapping him out of his thoughts, “what is it with you today?” Archie and Betty were now talking, too immersed in their own conversation to care about Jughead and Veronica. “You’ve been acting funny all day … ”
“It’s nothing, I promise,” Jughead replied. It was when Betty’s reactions to Archie got more heated that Veronica dropped the matter.
“Betty that’s not what I meant at — ”
“Archie,” she shook her head, “I don’t think you get it.”
“I loved you!” she said, “you broke my heart.”
Veronica’s eyebrows rose. “What happened?”
The waiter came back with their milkshakes, but Betty was already getting up, already going away.
The three watched her, with dumbfounded expressions on their faces. Jughead gathered up his things, but Veronica stopped him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes searching his.
He replied, “I have to go help her.”
Veronica must’ve noted the sincerity – and urgency – in his voice, because she stood up, and allowed him to leave.
“Betty,” Jughead called, closing the apartment door behind himself. He glanced around. Betty must’ve cleaned up a little, because the place looked a lot nicer than when he left for school. For when they left for school.
He noticed a picture frame lying on the couch. When he stepped closer, he noticed it was a picture of Polly. He picked it up, and traced the frame with his thumb. Polly was so similar to Betty. She always wanted to know the truth, she wasn’t afraid of the truth.
And she …
She never gave up.
Neither of them did. The sisters were so alike, yet so different. It made him wonder what kind of secrets they held themselves. And whether they liked to keep those secrets or not – if it pained them to keep them.
He heard sniffling coming from the bedroom, causing him to set the picture frame down. He took cautious steps toward the bedroom, his heart hammering behind his ears, his throat constricting.
When he opened the door, he did so with slow movements. He poked his head in.
She was in the corner, her hands covering her face. Her shoulders were shaking, and her hair was a tangled mess – instead of the normal ponytail it was styled in.
Betty wiped her eyes, and glanced up at Jughead. She didn’t have to say anything for Jughead to get the message. She was saying, I need help.
And that’s all he needed to know. Without hesitation, he quickly sat beside her, and placed an arm around her. She leaned into him, and said, “I was stupid … ”
She didn’t have to say more.
They never spoke of their breakdowns again. Jughead didn’t want Betty telling of his moment of weakness, and Betty didn’t want Jughead telling of her moment of weakness.
It was an unspoken thing between them that they didn’t need to admit to each other.
Jughead knew that Betty cared about him, but he also knew it wasn’t the same way he cared about her.
So, Betty and Jughead spent the next few days living together, but at the same time avoiding the topic of the breakdowns.
A/N: I’m glad you all liked the first one, and I hope you like the second one! I’m surprised my first fanfic got such a supportive and positive response, so thank you! You’re all super great and I love you!