95. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”<3
95: “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.” (I may have taken inspiration from a certain precinct in Brooklyn for this one. Also this one’s length just further proves my inability to write drabbles)
Betty was the only one normally dressed to Veronica’s Halloween party. This was mainly because she despised Halloween with her entire soul. The hatred was only added to when, two minutes into the party, someone threw up on her and she rolled her eyes heavily.
“Hey, Cooper!” Jughead called, approaching her. He was wearing a policeman’s costume which, against all odds, Betty had to admit looked insanely hot on him. Although, owing to her massive crush on him, she safely assumed her opinion to be biased. “Umm what are you supposed to be?”
“Pissed off girl-next-door? Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween. Everyone’s drunk and wearing a mask. And, for some reason, girls think they have to dress sexy? I literally passed a slutty tree on my way here. A slutty tree. Who wants to fuck a tree?”
“Was it maple?” Cheryl passed by, winking at Betty, who rolled her eyes.
“Was it maple?” Jughead echoed and Betty shook her head. “Just get a drink. From what I’ve heard - and seen - there’s nothing a little alcohol can’t fix.” A little alcohol somehow turned into a lot of it and somehow Betty found herself on the lawn outside, drunk and alone. She heard a familiar voice which made her heart flutter. “Hey, Cooper.” Jughead appeared, holding a beer bottle, responsibly bringing none for her. Sitting down beside her, he took a swig of the beer before cocking his head to a side. “So, why do you hate Halloween?”
“My parents used to fight all the time when I was a kid and, when I found out that I could pretend to be anything on Halloween, I decided that I was going to pretend to be a kid from a non-broken family. And then I grew up and realised the world didn’t work that way.”
“So it isn’t really Halloween’s fault?”
“To be fair, two minutes after I entered the party someone threw up on me so I think I have adequate reason to hate it. Although,” she gave him a glance up and down, much to his amusement, “this year’s party isn’t so bad.” He chuckled and nodded. “I don’t know, Halloween is so... un-classy. I wish everyone could be kind, sober, and fully-dressed. I mean it’s October for crying out loud!” She said before a shiver overtook her body. Jughead shrugged off the jacket he was wearing and quickly wrapped it around her to feel cold. If Betty had been sober, the next part where she leaned against him, into his arms, probably wouldn’t have happened.
She woke up beside Jughead, in one of Veronica’s many rooms, her memory from the previous night spotty as hell. Her eyes widened and she shook him awake, receiving a loud groan in response. Hastily she said, “Jughead! What happened last night?”
“You don’t remember?” He said, clearly more asleep than awake. “We slept together.”
“No like we literally slept together. Nothing happened. You fell asleep and then I fell asleep, that’s all. Speaking of, I’m going back to sleep. Feel free not to wake me up,” he rolled over back to sleep and slowly memories of last night returned. The way, after he tucked her in, she had begged him to stay and, clearly, he had complied. She smiled softly, butterflies filling her stomach.
Maybe Halloween isn’t so bad after all.
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