Two Months, Four Days : Somewhere off The Coast of Monaco
“So Cherry doesn’t even know I’m here. Even though you told me that she said she needed me,” Betty whispered.
“Well, yes. She did say she needed you. But I lied about the rest of it,” Jughead said.
“Then why am I even here, Jug?” she asked softly.
“Because she needs you,” he said matter of factly.
“We all need you. We can’t do it without you,” he continued.
“You all seem to have gotten along just fine without me,” she grumbled and turned so her face was now pressed into the rough cover. “There were two bank heists and a short con run on a woman with a particular set of plates with the royal seal if I’m not mistaken. I might have left, or, tried to leave,” she trailed off, “but I always kept track of my crew.”
Kept tabs on you, she wanted to say.
Jughead moved his body down as well but kept his hand in her hair and shifted even closer.
It pushed her hand even further up the hem of his sweater.
“We can’t do it without you, BC,” he said quietly.
“We’ve thought about it a million different ways, but we always get busted. But each time we come up with a scenario with you in it...”
“It works,” she whispers.
