The Room Mate

2-t h e a w k w a r d e n c o u n t e r

👑Jughead's Point Of View~

I woke up the next day at noon. The apartment seemed quiet so I assumed that Betty had gone to work. I didn't know whether she worked or not, I wasn't really sure what her deal was. Why was it so easy to get this room. She must of been desperate.

I swung my legs around the side of my bed leaning over grabbing my water Betty had given me the night before and taking a large gulp of it before finishing it and taking it out into the kitchen. The plan was to walk through the living room go to the bathroom and back through the living room back to my bedroom.

But this was not the case.

I opened my door and walked out welcomed my a half naked Betty cooper cooking bacon and shaking her butt to the music that was in her ears. Every so often she would shout whisper part of the song and do an over the top dance move.

She was in the middle of her third pirouette using her spatula as a microphone and stopped dead in her tracks looking me right in the eye and then looking at the floor.

"Oh my god I forgot I don't still live with Cheryl. Fuck" she gasped.

I immediately turned round fumbling with the door knob to get back into my room.

"No sorry it's my fault" I said still wrestling with the door.

It was so awkward ,the 10 seconds it took me before I finally fell into my room the scrambling back up to close it behind me felt like a life time.

I had seen many girls dressed like that, it's part of my job description, kind of. But it's different with Betty, I'm living with her now and she seems nice enough, respecting her came easily to me, especially since she took me in with no questions asked and then was nice enough to spend most of last night getting to know me.

But deep deep down I knew it could only ever be casual conversations with her. A simple hello as we passed one another, I would spend most of my time here in my room, if I get close to her she will ask questions. My work, well let's just say my work isn't very legitimate, I wouldn't ever get her caught up in it.

Although even deeper down I knew, I wanted to get close to her. Very badly in fact. I brushed this thought off, almost as soon as it came into my head.

Just as I was thinking about work, they called me.
"We need you in!" A raspy voice bellowed down the phone.
"How long have I got and what have I got to do?" I questioned but I knew it was in vain, they never tell me anything.
"An hour, the bar" and then the line went dead.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged on some clothes stuffing my leather jacket in my bag, don't want Betty to get the wrong idea.

"Work called me, what should I do if I get back and your not here?" I asked Betty, not mentioning anything about our awkward encounter.

"There's a spare key in the third draw down" she said scraping her hair back into a ponytail and applying some chapstick.

"Thanks" I said bluntly and walked out.

🦄Betty's Point Of View~

I didn't know what his problem was. I've knew him for 24 hours, even less than that and so far I've got a lot of vibes off him.

He doesn't like to be spoken to, but if you don't speak to him he kind of looks disappointed.

He looks uncomfortable when he's around me and hasn't smiled yet, with out being prompted. And when he has smiled it's a polite smile that doesn't really reach his eyes.

Am I doing something wrong? Is the apartment not nice enough?

Why am I even questioning myself? If he doesn't like it then he can go to hell.