Letters From Another (Bughead)

Chapter Forty-One

A/n Hi again.  This is basically the last chapter in Betty's POV.

Betty POV

As I was pulling into the driveway I could already feel how much of a mistake this was.

Nonetheless, I exited my car and headed towards the door.

As I stuck my keys in the handle I heard what sounded like someone running around on the other side.

When I jerked the door all the way open I was met with Jughead leaning on the wall. I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it but there was no time to get into it right now.

"Hi." I said, sounding a little more sarcastic than I had intended to.

He stood up straight and said, "Hey Betts."

I started looking around the room while I waited for him to start the conversation.

"Do you want to move this over to the living room?" he said breaking the silence.

"Sure." I answered while trying to give a genuine smile.

We sat down on opposite ends of the couch. I started twirling my thumbs while I waited for him to speak.

"So..." he started. "Thank you for coming over."

Was that really his opener? Not very poetic words coming from a writer.

As he was about to speak again I interrupted him by asking, "Why am I here Jughead? I mean seriously. What is it that you want from me because this game of cat and mouse has grown tiring."

An authentic question on my part if I do say so myself.

"I just want to talk."

Talk. How many times am I going to have to hear him say 'talk'.

"Ok then... Talk." I responded while trying to keep my blatant irritation to myself.

"Ok Betts... I love you, so fucking much. The amount of love I have for you is overflowing and I need you in my life."

I couldn't help but scoff.

"You're delusional Jughead. You don't 'need me', you need to have me as an option because you're a selfish narcissist. So if you really want to talk, you need to give me nothing but the truth or I will walk out that door so help me God."

At this point I wasn't sure he had any truth left in him.

"Do you remember when we were kids?" I redirected myself back in his direction. "We were going through so much but we always had each other to lean on. Without you I doubt I would have made it this far." By now I was entirely facing him almost as if it was against my will. It was like his words were magnets that I couldn't help but be drawn to. "Can you remember all of the nights we spent together? Whether we were investigating, talking, or even just sitting in silence? Whenever I was with you I never felt alone. Do you remember our first kiss? How I climbed up your ladder into your room after we had finally found Polly. That was one of the best moments of my whole life." I felt myself inching closer and viewed him doing the same. "Betty, every moment I spent with you felt like I was in a fairytale. If that isn't love... I don't know what is."

I found myself directly in front of him with his hand cupping my cheek as he used to do what felt like years ago.

As he began to lean in I started to do the same but somehow found it in me to separate from his grasp before we sealed the deal.

"This isn't right Jughead. I can't be doing this."

Sadness mixed with annoyance immediately took over his face.