"Are you kidding? Do you want your father to murder me?"   

Alice Cooper couldn't stop hugging her daughter, although a few days ago she was ready to slap her. She had to keep up the appearances, besides she hoped that Betty learned her lesson about hanging out with the worlds most dangerous teenager. Getting out of her mother's smothering hugs, Betty smiled. At least she was skipping school for the day after being "traumatized". 

"I'll make you waffles, you deserve them after the hell you went through," Alice said, smiling at her daughter with her pink lips. 

It really wasn't that bad, Betty thought, but she wouldn't dare say that out loud especially when her mother was in the room. Finally, Alice Cooper stood up and exited the room, but not without looking back at her daughter with a distressed expression. Her mother was never going to stop worrying about her and Betty wished she was still at the Jones's trailer house. Of all the places to wish for. 

Betty threw the covers on top of herself, today was going to be a gloomy day. She couldn't stop thinking of Archie and how nice he appeared to be to her, of course he was always nice to her. Then her mind jumped to her parents making everything as perfect as possible. Then Jughead came to mind, he was the least perfect person, but somehow by some miraculous way of development, she felt more drawn to him than her own friends and parents. A quite tap on her window stopped her mind from wandering around and she turned to look out. She expected a lose branch in the wind, perhaps a bird, but no. Her eyes met the eyes of the one and only Jughead Jones. 

Leaping from her bed and running to her door to lock it, Betty smiled and opened the window. She lifted the window frame and looked out at the strange boy who dared go to the lair of the beast. Of course, Jughead was fearless, or at least he pretended to be. 

Smiling back at her, admiring her with his blue eyes, he said, "hey there Juliet, nurse off duty?" 

Shaking her head Betty gave him her hand to climb in, "the nurse is never off duty. What are you doing here? I didn't know you read Romeo & Juliet?" 

"Wow, wow, slow down, so many questions!" Jughead laughed, cupping her cold face. 

Feeling a shiver go down her spine from his touch, Betty smiled shyly and slipped away from his hands to close the window. Just as she was about to pull down the window board a gush of wind blew into her eyes. Betty close her eyes and blinked a couple of times, when she turned around Jughead was sitting on her bed, admiring her baby pictures. 

He picked up a framed photograph and smirked at it, "how old were you?" he showed her the picture. 

Betty leaped onto the bed and pulled the picture away from him. Betty Cooper was 5, building a sand castle on a beach, her glasses slipping down her nose and her expression confused as her father tried to snap a perfect picture of his perfect daughter. 

"Hey, I was looking at that," Jughead said. 

Betty shook her head, "well it's not a good one!" 

"I'll be the judge of that," Jughead slowly slid it out from the palm of her hand, looking directly at her, distracting her with his eyes. He was smooth, and Betty wondered whether he was this smooth with every girl that dared talk to him or grab his attention. 

He noticed that she looked down and faded away. Wondering why her happiness turned to distress, Jughead touched her pale hand. She looked at him and gave him a half smile, even he understood that she was content with whatever was running through her mind. 

"What's up Betty?" He asked. 

Betty sighed, she wanted to ask so many questions, but perhaps it wasn't time. Swallowing her guilt for whatever reason she had it, she decided that it was the perfect time to ask the most important question, even though she knew Jughead hated questions, "what are we?" 

He raised his eyebrows. Betty Cooper was the daughter of his father's enemy. She was the perfect girl next door and he was the kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Anything between them would be chaos and not only to their surroundings, but even them. Everything he felt with her, however, was perfect. Perfect Chaos. 

"We are two people trying to survive the backward glances of everyone around us. Betty if we don't do anything worthwhile, we will stay caged with our demons forever. I am offering for you to take a leap, choose something different. I hate fairy-tales, but maybe this time the princess could choose the kind-hearted beggar instead of the dashing perfect prince?" He hated the cheesy words that came out of his mouth, but they were honest. 

Giggling, Betty smiled at him, "wow, I never knew you could be such a romantic. And who is the kind-hearted beggar in this situation?" 

"Someone like me," Jughead looked down. 

Betty nodded and put her hand on his heart, "you're more of a rebel worrier than a beggar. See, Jughead, sometimes people give us titles, we become those titles, but we're something completely different inside. If the choice is up to me, then I want to try and live my happily ever after with you, Jughead Jones. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks." 

A smirk started to form on his lips and he looked up at her. Slowly cupping her face, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her. This time, even Jughead was afraid of kissing her for some reason, it was as if he was breaking the law. But, he's broken the law many times before, so what would stop him now? 

Her ears reddened from the sudden contact of their lips. A smile started to grow on her lips when Jughead stopped kissing her. She'd kissed him before, but this time he made the move, pushed whatever they were to its limits. Betty didn't dislike it at all, in fact it was much better than what she imagined kissing Archie would be like. 

A loud jiggle of her door handle made them both look to the direction of the door. On the other side she could hear her mother ask her if everything was okay. Jughead's eyes widened and so did her own. Betty put a finger to her mouth and whispered for him to get under the bed. When she was sure that he was out of sight, she rushed to the door. 

"I was changing!" She cried out when her mother forced her way in. 

Alice looked around the room, "why aren't you changed then?" She eyed her daughter then, who was wearing the same thing she was when Alice woke her up. 

"I was about to change," Betty glanced at a chair and thanked God that a couple of her sweaters were not put away from last night. 

Her mother believed her. In her hands she held a tray with waffles. Putting it down on Betty's white dresser, Alice smiled and kissed her daughter on the cheek, "eat up, you need your strength." 

As if to send her daughter a message, Alice walked out of Betty's room, leaving the door completely opened. Betty smiled as she watched her mother leave and walk down the stairs, then she rushed to close the door and made sure to lock it again. Kneeling down in front of the bed she pulled the bed sheets up to reveal Jughead who was already looking at her. 

"Well that was terrifying," he joked and got out from underneath the bed. 

Betty sat down on her bed without even touching the tray of waffles her mother so kindly brought to her room, "for how long are you planning to stay?" 

"About a couple of minutes, have to go rob a bank and plan a murder, you know how it is with me," he joked again, but this time Betty didn't smile and he noticed, "I'm kidding, I'll stay as long as you want met to." 

She looked down at her bed, "you could always stay the night?" 

"Are you kidding? Do you want your father to murder me?" Jughead raised his eyebrow, "hi Mr. Cooper, yeah I'm FP Jones's son, I'll be spending the night in your daughters, bedroom. What, no, there's no trouble? We'll just be making passionate love all night as you watch the game downstairs." 

Betty laughed, "they won't find out! And no one said anything about passionate love making, that's never going to happen cowboy." 

Taking his hat off and putting it on the dresser next to the tray of waffles, Jughead jumped on the bed next to Betty and pulled her down with him, "you'll see miss Cooper, you won't be able to resist me one day." 

Pushing his face away from hers Betty smiled, "one day could be a long way away Mr. Jones." 

"I mean, Romeo waited like a week before he broke Juliet," Jughead put his hands under his head as he stretched out on her bed. 

"Never took you for a Shakespeare kind of guy," Betty nuzzled up to him. 

Jughead smirked, "what? I'm all for that tragic romance kinda thing." 

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! WHO HAS SEEN THE SNEAK PEAK/TRAILER THINGY FOR SEASON 2? Damn I'm excited! What's gonna happen to Bughead!? They will survive no matter what though! Anyway, don't forget to vote and comment, your lovely comments always make my day! Have a good one <3