for @forbiddenfrut | I DID IT WHAT YA GONNA DO HUH? HUH? HUUH???
❛ Please, Betty, ❜ the boy said quietly, watching her with his dark eyes, concern spreading everywhere. He could have called but instead he needed to see her. The riot was still going on but who was he to follow the rules? Who was he to keep them apart when really, the only place he needed to be was right here next to her?
Jughead had caught her in the middle of a phone call with those big, bright eyes looking fearful as ever. He had seen this look a few times before and they were always directed at him; that night they broke up outside the Wyrm, the night that he saw her at the car race after she had left him. He had also seen it the night she called him after Chic’s Murder in the First - when the body had been cleaned up but evidence was still splattered everywhere. He had been there for her then, he would be there for her now.
The boy let himself in. The only room he ever felt content in was her bedroom, and with Chic’s ghost still haunting the staircase he found his way into her kitchen. He had taken one, brief glance at the evidence of blood when he turned back to her, his beanie being pulled off.
Why was it that every time he came to the Cooper house it was under circumstances involving love, blood and death?
