"Perfect and imperfect can't coexist, so how the hell did you two manage to do it?" 

She didn't wake up with his arm around her, it wasn't like in those stereotypical fan fictions she read online. Instead, Betty woke up spread out on the bed, her one leg touching the first corner of the bed and her second leg the other corner. The sun shone into her eyes and she opened them. Her perfect pony tale was now a mess. She took out the hair tie and let her hair loose. Her golden hair reached over her shoulders. Betty almost didn't notice the strange Jughead who was standing by the window and looking outside. 

At first, Betty didn't pay much attention to the strange marks on his back, but after a while she couldn't ignore them.

"How did you get those scars?" Betty pointed attention to herself. 

Turning around Jughead smiled, "you see at night I secretly go fight the most dangerous criminals of Riverdale." 

"Was that a joke?" Betty raised her eyebrow and smiled. 

A serious expression overtook his features, "no I am being completely serious, I have a dark suit that I wear, a butler who does all the work for me," he leaned in closer to her, "and I am secretly a billionaire." 

Betty smirk, "somehow I feel like that plot line was already used. Let me guess, Batman?" 

"I am the hero Riverdale needs," Jughead said and gloomily turned away, "but not the hero it deserves."

"So, Dark Knight, what are you doing with a small town girl like me then?" She put her knees up to her chest, watching his amusing acting skills. 

Jughead turned around to look at her, "haven't really figured it out yet, perhaps torture information out of you." 

"Why what could a broad like me possibly know?" Betty put on a funny accent and an innocent face.

The door busted open and an older man walked in, a man whom Betty saw the previous night. He leaned against the door frame and looked at his son. Jughead, a bit embarrassed, quickly picked up his shirt and put it on. Betty swung her body the other way and looked at Jughead's father. 

"Welcome to our...Humble home," Mr. Jones eyed his sons room and smirked, "I'm FP Jones," he extended his hand for Betty to shake. 

She hesitated, but then shook it, "I know who you are, FP Jones, the famous leader of the Serpents." 

"Well look who is all high and mighty, Miss Cooper-" 

"Dad!" Jughead cut him off, giving his father a stern expression. 

FP backed away and put his hands in the air, "oh forgive me your highness. It's just, it's the first time Jughead has ever brought a girl home, I began to think there might be something wrong with him, but of all the girl," he shook his head, "Betty Cooper." 

Jughead sighed and moved towards his dad, pushing him out of the room, "I'll get you something to eat Betty." 

Closing the door behind him, Betty was left in the room again. Her foot still hurt and she tried to stand up, but to no success. For the next few days, this was her prison, even Betty thought it was too cliche for her to believe. Perhaps Jughead was different, not everything in life happens like in those books people write about victims and kidnappers. 

Seeing a tall mirror in the corner of the trailer room, Betty tried to see what she looked like. Of course, she was a mess. It was the morning, she had not taken a shower, brushed her teeth, or hair. Goodness, her hair was a mess. She pulled it back tightly into another pony tale. Betty had to figure out what she was going to do once her foot got better. Could she trust Jughead? She knew deep inside he was strange and dangerous, but last night he was a completely different person, she couldn't trust him anymore, especially since she found out he was connected to the Serpents. Betty had to find a phone of some sort and call her parents, they were probably very worried about her. 

~~

On the other side of Riverdale, the Cooper house got no wink of sleep. Mr. Cooper had been out all night with Mr. Andrews and a couple of other good neighbors looking for Betty. Archie and Veronica joined the search, they felt horrible for their friend, even if they treated her horribly recently, but it wasn't their fault that she chose that weird Jughead Jones over them. 

Alice Cooper stayed home talking to police officers who were picking up everything they needed to find Betty. 

"Ma'am, is there anything else we need to know about your daughter? Anything, the smallest detail matters at this point?" The officer asked, putting his pencil down on the perfect brown kitchen table of the Cooper household. 

Alice thought of a few seconds, and then she remembered the very important detail of her daughters life, "Betty changed recently, she started hanging out with that boy! He changed her officer!" She screamed out. 

"Slow down, could you give me a name? Description? Photograph of that boy?" He quickly picked his pencil back up. 

"Yes, it was Jughead, Jughead Jones!" Alice said, tears filling up her eyes. 

The officer stopped writing and looked at Alice Cooper? "Jones? That kids father is the leader of the Serpents ma'am." 

Alice cried, "do you think they took my baby officer?" She grabbed his hand. 

"We don't know anything yet ma'am, but pray to God that your daughter is safe." He picked up his police cap, politely said goodbye and departed from the Cooper house. 

After the officer left, Alice wiped her eyes and took out her pocket mirror. She took out her lipstick next and fixed it in the tiny mirror. Of course, she knew who FP Jones was, in fact she knew who Jughead was. Seeing her daughter with him scared her, but now that she was kidnapped by the Serpents, and Alice was sure of this, she could prove to her daughter once and for all how much trouble that boy was. 

~~

FP didn't enjoy coffee, he'd much prefer beer for breakfast, but he couldn't help but try some of the coffee his son so diligently tired to make. It wasn't pure black coffee, it had cream and sugar in it, just like the Cooper's would like it, or at least he assumed. 

"I've never seen you cook son, not once in all your 18 years," FP took a sip and put it down. 

Jughead tried to ignore him as he stirred the eggs on the pan, "yeah well, she needs food." 

"Right," FP knew that Jughead's desire to cook was rooted much deeper than that, "look if this girl means so much to you I get it, but she's a Cooper-" 

"She's not a Cooper to me dad, she's just Betty," Jughead cut him off, "besides, I can tell when a girl doesn't like me back, Betty and I are friends." 

FP nodded trying to drop the subject, "you know son, perfect and imperfect can't coexist, so how the hell did you two manage to do it?"

Putting the eggs on a white plate Jughead turned to his father who was standing right behind him, "you know that old story mom read to me once? About those two Italians from two rival families who fell in love?" 

"Romeo and Juliet, yeah" 

"Well, how did they do it?" Jughead started walking back towards his room. 

FP laughed, "they died in the end son."