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Unexpected Prom Date	By : Mika-Noel Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 6842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Archie Comics, or the characters. I only own this story. I do not make profit from this story and only wrote it for fun.

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Jughead got ready for bed as per usual, brushing his teeth and then brushing Hot Dog's. He told his Mom goodnight before heading to his room and stripping down to his boxers. It was about 8:15. He usually didn't go to bed this early, but he felt like reading or something.
He was an intelligent guy, really. He was lazy at times, so his scores suffered, but as a kid his intellect came in second only to Dilton's. So sometimes, when he was in the mood, he liked to settle down and read a good book. Secretly. And even more secretly they were literary romantic classics. Because he liked to imagine Betty as the beautiful historical heroines.
Jughead's mental clock told him he had about 15 minutes before going to the window to tell Betty goodnight. So he started to dig through his book collection to find a favorite of his. Mansfield Park, his guilty pleasure. He liked how the heroine was so in love with Edmund from the time they were kids, and Edmund was oblivious. Edmund fell for a newcomer and left Fanny heartbroken, but over time Edmund began to realize that he had always loved Fanny. It sounded kind of like Betty and him. The beginning part. It was too much to hope for Betty to realize she actually loved him.
It was then that a knock sounded at his window. He froze, not sure of what he heard. Another knock.
Hot Dog turned a full excited circle before smiling and wagging at the window. Jughead's heart sped up as his brain recognized who it must be. He stood up and walked to the window. Sure enough, Betty was on the other side of the pane, sitting on a tree branch. She waved weakly to him.
Panicked, he opened the window. “Betty! Get in here before you break your neck!”
“Oh Juggie, honestly. I used to do it all the time when we were kids.” But she did as he asked and grasped onto his outstretched hand. He tugged her in, pulling her against himself unintentionally.
She was soft. The curves of her body pressing against him through her cute cotton pajamas. And she was warm. Body heat seeped into his muscles, setting him on fire. But best of all, her silky blond hair smelled like vanilla and cinnamon.
He willed himself not to get turned on. Not to dip his head and take her lips with abandon. No, he didn't want to ruin the trust between them. Betty trusted him, and he'd honor that. He wouldn't do anything unless she asked him to.
“Good Lord, Juggie. You are only wearing your boxers.” Her cheeks heated up in a blush as she stepped away from him. The blush spread to him as he realized she was right. He wasn't ashamed of his body. He was lean, but toned. And as he grew older he began to bulk up and grow into his lanky frame. Now he had a rather attractive body.
But for Betty to see him, that was completely different. It was like she was staring straight through him. And she was. Staring, that is.
“Sorry! I wasn't expecting you.” He hurried to his closet, where the rented tuxedo hung, and pulled on a loose shirt. Then he turned back to his guest. “To what do I owe the pleasure, my lady?”
She was quiet for a while, silently wringing her pale pink pajamas in her hands. She didn't look at him for a while. And it hurt Jughead to see her this way. She looked so small and vulnerable like this. So defenseless. He wanted nothing more than to help her and defend her.
“I'm scared, Juggie.” She admitted, quietly. He should have known. Fear always brought her to his window. It just hadn't in a while.
“Scared of going to prom?” He asked, confused.
“No. Scared of an Archie-less Betty.”
“Now why would you be scared of that?” It seemed silly to him at first, until she spoke.
“Oh, Juggie. Without Archie, who am I? I spent so much time trying to please him, I don't know who I am anymore.” She looked so lonely and so lost that Jughead couldn't help but pull her into his arms. She was soft, and most of all she seemed to fit perfectly there.
He felt contented despite himself.
“Betty. I know who you are. You are a good natured girl who makes everyone else smile. You have a great work ethic, and you are super smart. You make the best clothes, and you could even design them for a living. I know that you write really well, and you love to do so. I also know that you spend a lot of time campaigning to protect the environment. You are the prettiest girl in the school, but you don't care about that. You only want to help people. And you make better cookies than all the grandmother's out there.” He stroked her pretty blond hair lightly, rocking her a bit. “The best Betty is the Archie-less kind.”
She chuckled a little, the sound husky and rich. “I wish everyone could see me that way.”
“Everyone does.” He said with conviction. “Everyone but you and Archie. But I think Archie is an idiot, so he has an excuse. But you... you are just too modest.”
“Oh, do go on.” She said jokingly, a smile finally on her face. Oh, but the small victories.
“Don't worry, Blue-Eyes. I'll have the prettiest prom date imaginable tomorrow, and Archie will be eating his tie with jealousy. And you don't have to care. You can dance with whomever you wish and have the time of your life.” He put the dancing part in there to make it sound appealing, but really he wanted to monopolize her time himself. But he told himself not to be selfish. To make her happy. It was her night.
“Juggie. Can I sleep with you?”
His heart sped up at the sentence. Though he knew what it truly meant, it didn't stop his brain from dipping down south. Thinking about her hair spread about his pillow. Her vanilla cinnamon scent seeping into the pillows. Her smooth skin bare to the moonlight, silvery pale. He closed his eyes to regain his composure. It wouldn't do to get a full-grown erection. Not in front of her. He was already at a halfy.
“Juggie?” She asked again.
“Sure, Bets. But you better be back in your bed by morning, or else your Dad will kill me.” He smiled at her indulgently. “We aren't kids anymore.” He knew that better than anyone after all.
“I know.” She looked down shyly, shifting her feet before glancing up at him again. “Thank you. This means a lot.” She shuffled over to his bed and paused.
His stomach dropped. He had left the book on the bed to open the window. That book. He would never hear the end of this. He just hoped it wouldn't somehow get to Archie or Reggie.
“Is this Mansfield Park?” Betty picked it up to examine it closer. “Oh, wow! This is my favorite book! Why do you have it?”
“Uh... well...” Embarrassment kicked in. It was a rather odd book for a teenage boy to like.
“You can tell me. I can keep a secret.” She smiled at him. And he knew she was telling the truth. Betty wasn't like other girls. She could keep a secret, and she didn't gossip much. He sighed with defeat.
“It's my favorite book too.” He admitted, before lifting up the covers and plopping on the bed. She slid under the covers, not letting go of the book. Excitement glossed her eyes.
“ What's your favorite part?” She asked, practically bouncing. As if she were talking about boys during a slumber party.
“Well... I like the part where Edmund realizes that Mrs. Crawford isn't what he thought she was. And then when he sees Fanny he knows that every time he said 'I love you' as kids-”
“He actually meant it in a romantic way, not a family way!” Betty exclaimed finishing his sentence. “Juggie! That's my favorite too!”
She settled down next to him, her head resting on his chest. He hoped in passing that she couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating. With a sigh, she continued. “Isn't it romantic? Fanny was in love with Edmund since they were children, and she waited for him to realize his mistake with Mrs. Crawford. She was even willing to wish them well if it meant his happiness. I wish someone would love me that much.”
He longed to tell her. He really did. But he knew it just wasn't the time. And he didn't want to ruin their friendship. “You never know. Someone might. You just don't know it yet.”
“I sure hope so.” She hugged the book to her chest. “I feel a lot better now, thank you.”
“Sure. I'll always be here for you, Elizabeth.” He put his arm around her, holding her close to his side. While he felt sexual feelings towards her, this could not be translated that way. He simply felt companionship. And comfortable.
“Don't go using full names or I'll use yours, Forsythe!” She complained, pinching his side playfully.
“Ow!” Jughead laughed but tightened his hold on her, almost at peace. Almost. She still wasn't his. She might never be, but if he could just remember moments like this for the rest of his life he'd be content. “Go ahead. But only you can call me that.”
“Really?”
“Sure, Bets. You are my best friend. I love you. So you get special privileges.” He knew he said it in a platonic way, but his heart still faltered for a moment as if he confessed.
“I love you too, Juggie.” She said, a smile on her face. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Oh boy, talk about not being able to sleep tonight. He ruffled her hair to change the mood. “Time to go to bed, Blue Eyes. There's a big day tomorrow.”
“'Kay. Goodnight.” She didn't bother with a pillow. She just snuggled up closer to him and wiggled her head a bit on his chest until she got comfortable. “I've always liked sleeping in your bed.” She offered sleepily.
“Why's that?”
“Because. It smells like you. Like ginger and citrus. And sandalwood.”
“Oh.”
After a long silence, he finally heard her quiet, even breathing that meant she was asleep. He wish he could do the same. But her soft body pressed up against his, her scent, and her warmth kept him awake and longing. And the kiss she planted on his cheek still burned, longing for recognition.
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