Your wish is my command nonnie! I’m sorry this took me so long - life got away from me! This is slightly AU (obviously). In this story, Betty and Jughead still visit Polly but Alice doesn’t come and take Betty away. Which leads us to the bed sharing situation (prior to their first kiss)
This might be a bit more angsty than you wanted, but I promise it has a sweet conclusion!
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Betty trudged back into the lobby of Sisters of Quiet Mercy where Jughead was waiting. He jumped up the second the door opened, taking one look at her red-brimmed eyes and enveloping her in his arms without a moment’s hesitation. Betty let a sob loose into his chest, clutching onto the back of his shirt as if she feared she may fall over.
He didn’t ask any questions, he simply tightened his grip on her and let her grieve. She would tell him what happened when she was ready.
After a few minutes she pulled away, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek and sniffling. “Okay,” She nodded, “Let’s go.”
Jughead agreed, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her out into the dusk.
“No!” Betty called suddenly and Jughead scrambled to see what had caused her surprise. From the top of the grand stone staircase, Betty and Jughead watched helplessly as the yellow and red striped bus pulled away from the stop and disappeared down the road. Betty began to move as if she intended to chase it down, but Jughead stopped her.
“It’s too late Betty. We missed it. We’ll just have to catch the next one.”
“But Jughead!” Betty protested, “That was the last bus of the night! Now we have no way to get home!”
“Oh.” The word tumbled helplessly from his lips, containing a pathetic lack of certainty that only seemed to fuel Betty’s anxiety further.
“My mom is going to kill me! I’m supposed to be home in an hour! What are we going to do?” Jughead could see her starting to spiral, her neck flushing red in indication of her heart rate increasing.
“Hey, hey,” Jughead reached out and grabbed her shoulders to stop her from pacing, “we’ll be okay. We’ll, uh,” Jughead racked his mind for an answer, practically falling over in relief when one appeared, “we’ll get a room at that motel down the road! We passed it on the way in remember? And then we’ll take the first bus out of here in the morning.”
Betty looked around as if to search for other solutions, but none came to her. She forced herself to take a deep breath. Jughead was right, they were stuck for the night. Might as well find a place to stay.