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ur a sneaky little booger

(ღ)- her eyes opened trying to get a feel of her surroundings. nothing seemed to ease her worry until feeling the warmth of someone’s gaze and smile. His hold on her hand eased her it didn’t occur to her that she’d end up somewhere that wasn’t home. betty sought his eyes for answers on why or how she ended up here of all places.

    the last she remembered being in her bathroom and not feeling well. she had been feeling overwhelmed with a lot of things and haven’t been sleeping well either. it seemed everything had caught up to her landing her in this place. his words confirming every thought that was on her mind at that very moment.

   betty shook her head gently acknowledging what he said but frowned about having gotten that sick and get everyone worried. it wasn’t her intention to have that happen especially jughead. she squeezed his hand gently smiling slightly. ❛ so it is true. it is the hospital. thank you for staying by my side this entire time but i hope you got rest too and that it wasn’t too much trouble for you being here. i know you have things to do too? honestly, i didn’t think i was that sick. I guess i thought wrong. ❛

      she didnt like hospitals, not anymore. she was sure that she wanted to be a doctor back in the city. she had started to look at colleges with exceptional programs, what major she would have to study in and how many clinical hours she could rack up at her mothers old hospital. but that was the problem wasnt it? it all reminded her of the life she didnt want, the life she got AWAY from. the blonde looked at the knitted beanie in her hands, it was oddly decorated but kinda of cute. she had taken it off to put her jacket under his head, it had hit the pavement pretty badly. 

     she was pulled from her thought as she heard the boy move. she just barely learned his NAME four hours ago, only because she needed to keep him talking awhile the ambulance was getting there. simple questions for simple answers, that turned into him calling her ‘betty’. she didnt know who that was but the tone of his voice told her that it was someone important to him. there was no shaking the name so she played along, making sure he kept his eyes open. made promises she shouldnt have. looking at him now, she almost felt BAD, hoping that he wasnt expecting ‘betty’.  

    “ not a nurse, ” she said with a small smile, the room was small so the guest chair she sat in was close enough the bed. she really didnt know him so there was no point in freaking him out further by standing up. “ you were hit by a car, i was walking home and saw it but i didnt get the license plate. you hit your head pretty hard, doctor said lots of bruising and a couple of fractured ribs.”

   “ I’m cool with doing the project by myself, I already asked the teacher for another partner but I GUESS it’s one of those things where THEY pick. “   catch the slight sarcasm masked over disdain and add in chuck not looking forward to this.   He likes jughead ,  he thought one day  they  would  become  friends .. 

cheryl: sees fred dab. immediately loses her appetite.

knittedcrown replied to your post :Ho man I gotta incorporate Fred trying to use...

jughead would die and live for these moments.

“For what it’s worth...I’ve never seen more strength of conviction. You fight the good fight, Jughead Jones III.” She murmured, chin propped up on one manicured hand, dark eyes staying trained on the boy’s face, even as his gaze wandered.

Of all the people she was getting to know here, he was certainly one of the most interesting. Jughead, as the name may have indicated, was one of a kind. A true contrarian, one that Ronnie could admire. After all, not that long ago, she’d been a Versace brat clone. Too afraid to try to get to know herself.

Still, there was guilt being here. Given what she knew...  Pop’s was busy as ever tonight, though the atmosphere was almost...subdued. Mourning, for a place lost to time. A landmark.