concerned starters: “does it hurt? tell the truth.”
Inspired by a post I saw about loving strangers from afar and a woman who is kind to bananas
Jughead was by no means stupid- he was well aware of his own intelligence, even if he never showed off outside of his impressive vocabulary -but, God, he was fucking stupid. He pressed the bag of peas Betty, the most beautiful girl in the world, had gotten him from the freezer section. As per his usual luck, he had been caught staring in the most awful way: as he had non-creepily followed her through the grocery store, she had stopped to move a bundle of bananas sitting dangerously close to the edge of the produce stand, readjusting them with a careful That’s better, isn’t it sweetheart? Nice and safe. as Jughead walked face-first into the edge of a shelf housing dried mangos, other fruits, and nuts.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, sympathy written all over her face before she steeled herself. “Tell the truth.”
A laugh bubbled out of him as he attempted to pull the peas away.
“Stop that.” She held her hand against his, as her free hand rested on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
He nodded, glancing down at his lap before meeting her gaze again. “Sorry, I was-“
“Staring,” she hummed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “It’s okay, I was sneaking a few glances there myself.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
Betty smiled. “Does your head hurt?”
He nodded slowly.
“Look at me.”
He met Betty’s gaze, watching her look between his eyes before raising the flashlight in her phone up to shine in his eyes. “Are you, like, a doctor or something?” he asked, feigning calm.
“No,” she laughed. “I just learned first aid since my best friend growing up was an idiot and clumsy.”
“Lucky me.”
Betty laughed. “I wish you’d gotten lucky without needing to get a concussion.” She pulled her phone away, her face falling after a moment. Quickly, she met his gaze. “I should clarify the fact that you don’t have a concussion and when I said get lucky-“
“I got it,” Jughead laughed, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “But maybe you could buy me my next bag of frozen peas.”
“Tell you what,” she said, helping him to his feet before threading her arm through his. “I’ll buy this one and I’ll deliver the next one.”
“I think I definitely got lucky today.”
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