The Real Riverdale High: Betty and Jughead [7]

She grinned.
***
JUGHEAD
Jughead woke up, alarmed, and wondered for a few moments just where the hell he was before feeling Betty shift on top of him. He grinned and pulled the blanket over her, shifting so that she leaned less against his arm and more against his lap. He had a crick in his neck from sleeping over the back of the couch.
When exactly had they fallen asleep? He glanced at his watch. It had been five when they had finished cleaning up. Now it was three in the morning.
The memory came flooding back to him. They had sat on the couch for a while...they had watched some music videos...watched Betty's favorite cartoon...and she had fallen asleep. He had watched her for a while before joining her. The TV was still on.
To his horror, it was an "adult" commercial. They must have been watching Comedy Central...
He tried desperately to turn it off, change the channel, anything. He didn't want to get...er...excited. Not with Betty's head in his lap.
Unfortunately, the controller was stuck under her chest. And he was not going there. He considered getting up and turning the television off, but he didn't want to wake her up. So he had to wait it out.
He prayed for it to be over.
"Mmm," she hummed.
OH MY GOD! he screamed mentally, trying fruitlessly to calm himself before she woke up fully. She shifted.
"Jug," she whispered.
"Shh," Jughead attempted. "Go back to sleep."
"What time is it?" she asked. He rotated his hips away from her.
"Er, three. Go to sleep." She buried her face in his lap.
Shit. That alone could have had the exact same effect as the commercial did. His breathing became irregular.
The commercial! He stared at the television. Yeah. It was still on. He was suddenly filled with a strange mixture of fear, anxiety, nervousness, and..er..excitement. Of course, he would never admit the last part.
Betty shifted again, and this time Jughead turned fully away from her, causing her to extend her hands, stretching. He grabbed the controller as she did so and turned the television off.
No luck, so far...
"What?" Betty asked suddenly, sitting up. "The hell..." she finished, rubbing her eyes. She was obviously having the same conflict he had been having just minutes ago. She turned her head wildly, trying to adjust to the light.
"Ohh," she laughed. "Jug?" she whispered.
"Eh...yeah?" he asked, cringing and checking himself.
Dammit!
He heard the smile in her voice. "Nothin'." She leaned back against him and he had to position himself so that she was nowhere near his front. It was a weird position.
"Ahh, damn," she said, stretching. "It's no use. I'm too awake."
"Well, we did fall asleep at seven," he informed her.
"I won't be able to fall asleep again," she told him, moving a bit closer. "I need to use the bathroom," she said. He nodded.
"You know where it is." She sped off, giving him a bit more time to regain his composure.
She returned just when his breathing had gone back to normal. Fully confident now, he switched on a light.
His heart stopped when he saw where her eyes were travelling. And he died when she blushed, looking away quickly. She covered her mouth with one hand, hiding a smile.
Jughead stole a glance down and quickly switched the light off.
"FUCK!" he screamed. Betty burst into loud laughter.
"S-sorry," she giggled. Jughead didn't dare to say anything. "It's okay, really."
"Somehow, that statement doesn't comfort me in the least," Jughead told her, grimacing in embarrassment. He felt his face go hotter than it had ever been before.
Betty continued giggling for a good three minutes.
C'mon, Jug...make a joke...
"So," he started quietly. Betty burst into a renewed fit of giggles. He felt her get up.
"Are you okay now?" she asked.
"Just traumatized," Jughead answered bitterly. This received a few more giggles from Betty, who flicked the light on, eyes pointedly avoiding anything below his chest. He saw that she, too, was a furious shade of red.
"Well, that sure was awkward," Jughead said after a while.
"What do we do for five hours, when everybody else in the world will get up?" Betty asked.
***
"SUCK BOMBS, Betty!" Jughead screamed, rotating quickly. Betty giggled.
"I am your master, Juggie! Submit to my power!" She pushed the buttons quickly.
"DAMN!" he screamed as she overtook him.
"I win again," Betty grinned, setting the controller down on the table in front of her.
"One more game?" Jug asked, pouting.
"Nope. That one decided all-time champion, remember?"
"Rematch?"
"Jug, I beat you fifty-four times in a row."
"What about Super Mario Smash Brothers, then?" Betty grinned.
"It's six," she said. "The sun is going to come up soon." Jughead looked out the window at the blue-black sky.
"C'mon," he said, grabbing her winter-clothes and pulling her along. "Get dressed," he commanded.
"What? Why?" she asked, pulling her boots on as she did so. Jughead zipped up his coat and threw Betty's scarf around himself.
"You'll see," he told her, holding out his hand. She fastened her hat over her ears, finger-combing her hair.
***
"Jug, this is fantastic," she told him, grinning. Jughead smiled as his heart swelled. He slipped an arm around her and pulled her closer.
"The snow is what makes it really fantastic," he told her, marveling at the pink and blue hues of the sky.
"I'm glad we went to bed early. If we hadn't, we'd never be able to see this," Betty sighed, leaning closer to him. He slid his arm around her waist.
They were at the park, on the big hill that they all used to play on as kids. Except...snow-covered. And they were watching the sunrise.
This is perfect... he thought. The perfect time to...
She looked at him, as if reading his mind. After a moment or two of silence, he did it.
He shoved a handful of snow into her perfect, dewy face.
"ACK!" she sputtered, spinning away from him and getting up, shaking snow out from her shirt. "Jughead, you BASTARD!" she yelled. It would have hurt if she hadn't been so pretty.
***
How many times had she pinned him in the past three days?
Well, add one.
She laughed as she held him still. But all he needed was one opening...
And then he remembered. He raised one hand and ran it down her ribcage. She balked and fell backwards, allowing him to flip her over.
"What now, Betty?!" he taunted, running his hands over her stomach and sides, causing her to writhe underneath him, begging him to stop.
"STOP!" she screamed between giggles. "S-stop! Plea-please!" she gasped. Finally, he obliged. She panted underneath him. Surprisingly, he, too, was winded slightly.
Betty started laughing again, and, this time, Jughead joined in, relaxing on top of her.
And it happened.
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