#bugheadlove

Summary; Betty Cooper had been Jughead Jones’ crush for years. When he finally gets the courage to ask her on a date and she agrees, things don’t exactly go to plan. Warnings; Bughead fluff :))) Word Count; 906 (excluding lyrics)

Jughead was panicking, his breathing increasing by the minute as he struggled to get everything perfect. She would be here any minute, and he was still trying to get the bread to toast correctly, only to end up burning it slightly, causing the kitchen to fill with the smell of overcooked food.

He stirred the pasta sauce counterclockwise, dipping his finger in it to taste the flavor; it was okay, but something was missing. He jotted over to the pantry, rummaging through various spices, making twisted faces at some of the names. He struggled to find anything in this kitchen, considering it wasn't his; it was Archie's, and his best friend had been gracious enough to let him borrow his house for the night. To allow him to impress his long-term crush, Betty Cooper.

When Jughead has finally worked up the courage to ask the beautiful and charismatic girl out, he had wholeheartedly expected her to turn him down, or worse yet, laugh in his face. But instead, she had just smiled brightly and agreed, handing him her number and turning on her heels, her famous blonde ponytail swaying back and forth as Jughead stared at her in awe.

It was 7 P.M now, and Betty would be here any minute but not everything was completed, he still needed to set up the table beautiful and perfect, find the right song to fit the mood, make sure the food was edible, and calm himself down.

Somehow in the midst of his madness, he almost didn't hear the doorbell ring and quickly, Jughead rushed to the front door, slowly down just moments before he opened it up to catch his breath. Inhaling deeply, he stood tall and cracked open the door, revealing Betty, the moonlight illuminating her already beautiful features.

Betty wore her classic pink color scheme, a flower print dress that fell perfectly below her knees and hugged her curves wonderfully. She wore her blonde hair down, save for the few strands that were pinned away from her face. Jughead once again had lost his breath, she was just one of the most amazingly talented and sweet person he had ever come into contact with.

"Hi, Jug." Her voice was angelic, and Jughead found himself smiling like a fool, he was head of heels for this girl. Stepping back, he made room to allow Betty into the house, leading her down the foyer and into the dining room, where he had set up or had started setting up a nice romantic table. The centerpiece was a few roses that he had nabbed from the corner store, and he hoped Betty liked them.

Walking over to the table, Jughead pulled out a chair for Betty to sit in, which she did graciously. He disappeared into the kitchen to prepare two plates of his not-so-famous spaghetti served with a slice of burnt garlic bread. When he returned to Betty, he found her admiring the few roses, a soft smile printed on her face when Betty saw that Jughead had come back, her smile grew bigger.

Careful not to let her nerves get the best of him, Jughead places a plate in front of Betty and the other across from her, sitting down in the adjacent chair. He was so nervous and unsure how to start a conversation, but he figured he would just wing it, hoping that Betty didn't wouldn't notice what a nervous wreck he was.

"This is really good." Betty complimented, and Jughead wanted to laugh, he knew that she was just lovely because honest to God, the pasta made him want to throw up seeing as it was terrible.

"Thank you, I tried."

"Well, that's what counts right?" Jughead cracked a crooked smile at the angel sitting before him, how he had even managed to get her to agree to this date was beyond him, but he figured it was best not to tempt fate, assuming such thing existed.

The rest of the night went without so much a hiccup. Betty and Jughead laughed, talked, and joked around for what felt like a peaceful eternity. He thought the only way thing that could finish off the night, was perhaps a dance, but maybe that was a dumb idea. Still, he was a believer in "you never know unless you try." So mounting up his courage again, he fished his phone out of his pocket and swiftly searched for a song, landing on "Dive" by Ed Sheeran.

Jughead didn't fail to notice the confused look on Betty's face as he stood up, holding out his hand for her to take. At first, Betty was hesitant, but one look at Jughead's reassuring smile, all of her worries slipped away. Placing her hand in his, Jughead led Betty to the center of the room, instinctively, one of his hands went to the small of her back while the other one softly held her hand. Everything in this moment was perfect, and Betty couldn't help but rest her head on his chest as they swayed back and forth to the melody of the song, the lyrics filling the room with its poetry.

"I could fall, or I could fly Here in your aeroplane And I could live, I could die Hanging on the words, you say And I've been known to give my all Sitting back, looking at every messy that I made So don't call me baby Unless you mean it Don't tell me you need me If you don't believe it Let me know the truth Before I dive right into you."