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Bughead - Getaway car

She hears shuffling from behind her, from her window, but she doesn't budge, carefully observing her product filled face, until she sees exactly where the shuffling came from.

"Juggie?" She sees his reflection in her mirror, she turned around facing the man she loved, after 7 years. "What are you doing here?"

Loved.

It had been 7 years. They were different people now, they weren't Riverdale high's detective duo anymore. They weren't Betty and Jughead. She was Betty, and he was Jughead. Betty is an FBI agent. Jughead, is a world-renowned writer. A lot can happen in 7 years, a lot can change, but some things stay exactly the same always and forever.

"Don't marry him," he spoke up.

That was the first thing he had said to her in years.

Her mouth, agape emitting a huff of annoynce. "Why now? Aren't you the Jughead Jones? The Playboy, emotionless lone wolf, who likes to sleep around?" She quotes him from his interviews.

"Come on Betts... you know all that is just scripted," he tries his hand at reasoning with the furious blonde.

"Don't you dare call me that," she warns him "I'm not your Betts anymore. My name is Elizabeth, and I prefer Betty,"

"Betty-"

"And no, you know damn well that, this personality that you portray in public is who you are! You aren't my Juggie, I lost him the night of his book launch, you lost me the night of the book launch." She states.

"What about the night of the book launch? Wait- what happened that night?" He questions her immensely worried, unable to remember anything from that night.

"Wow..." she scoffs.

"I'm serious, Betty," he states.

"Your voicemail, the one you sent me,"

A voice mail, that he sent? The night, both, his alcoholism and book sky-rocketed. Of course he wouldn't remember a damn thing.

"Do you even remember the person you were, before you left for Iowa? Do you remember my Juggie? Or did you lose him? Like you lost me?"

He looks down ashamed. He notices the ring on her hand.

"Do you love him?" He asks her in stone.

Of course she did! She was about to get married to him. She was about to have her dream wedding : a flowy princess-like dress, a small bouquet of peonies in her hand, a diamond ring sat magnificent on her ring finger. Now all that was left, was her walking down the aisle, towards her Prince Charming, whom she'd settle down with and live the life she always planned for herself.

"What kind of questions is that!" She was fuming.

"Don't avoid the question,"

"I'm in love with him, Jughead!"

But what if the man she thought was her Prince Charming wasn't really her Prince Charming. What if the man for her, is her Romeo. What if her dream life wasn't a boring and classic wedding, a basic and average life, but one where she'd hop on behind her high-school sweetheart on his motorcycle and drive far, far away. Exactly like Romeo and Juliet, except they live happily ever after.

"Do you love him or not?" He asks once again.

"Are you kidding me-"

"When you are in love with someone, you are in love with the idea of them, you are in love with the idea of the perfect Romance. But when you love someone, you love the way you feel when they look at you-"