After a moment or two, Betty smirked.

"Good." She fell backwards on the couch, her legs over the armrest. Jughead forced himself to resist the urge to blow a raspberry onto her exposed belly. "You can sit down, you know," Betty told him, lifting her head halfway off the couch. She allowed it to fall back down and Jughead felt the corners of his mouth turn up as he positioned himself next to her.

"You're so weird," he mocked, his expression one of disgust. Betty raised her eyebrows at him. "You sit like a monkey." He pointed to her position and she sneered.

"You sit like a giraffe."

"Giraffes don't sit, smartie."Betty blinked at him, then grinned. "How do they use the toilet?"

Jughead stared at her incredulously, then burst into laughter.

Ding!

Betty sat up, not without difficulty, and looked at Jughead. She rolled her eyes and sighed, retreating into the kitchen and returning with a colorful bowl of popcorn. She turned on the television without looking.

The scene that greeted them when Betty flipped the TV on was one from Sex and the City. Jughead noticed a DVD set under the player. Jughead's face went hot and his eyes widened as Betty placed the popcorn down nonchalantly. She popped a piece into her mouth and fingered the remote lightly.

"Ah, I've seen this," she said with a sigh, and flicked another button. Jughead felt himself breathe a sigh of relief. Betty picked up another piece of popcorn and threw it at him playfully. He scowled at her in mock anger.

"Ow. Thanks a lot, jerk."

"Aww, want me to kiss it better?" Betty batted her eyelashes with a kind smile. Jughead's throat constricted and he swallowed.

"Yes. Yes I do. I demand it, actually." She rolled her eyes and pulled his hand toward her, planting a chaste kiss on one of his fingers and throwing it away from herself again. Jughead smirked at her and she sneered back at him.

"Alright. Pick a movie," Betty said, motioning to the DVD bookshelf to Jug's right. It was carefully organized by genre: comedy, romantic comedy, chick flicks, action, horror, musicals. Jughead thought for a moment, and then picked "Saw II" off of the bottom shelf. He grinned spookily at Betty and showed her the case. Her eyes went wide and she looked from it to him.

"Jug! I hate-"

"I know," Jughead replied, waggling his eyebrows. Betty shook her head at him and he pouted.

"Pweez?"

"No!"

"Pweeez?"

"No, Jug!"

"Pwitty, Pwitty,Pweez?"

"Jughead, stop it! I'm not going to watch a horror movie!"

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Betty shrieked and buried her face in the pillow on her knees. Jughead made a loud groaning noise and she peeked out at him.

"That's not funny, Forsythe."

"HEY," Jughead said loudly, wagging a finger at her. "NO cracks about the NAME, Cooper!" Betty giggled and threw her pillow at him. And then a loud scream came from the direction of the television. Betty, without her pillow, grabbed Jughead's arm and pulled it to her chest, screeching and covering her eyes with his fingers.

Jughead tried to calm her down, despite the fact that his heart was beating twice as fast as hers. "God, Betty! It's only a movie!" Betty was shaking her head and holding Jughead's hand as tightly as she could, shielding her face with it and pressing his arm firmly to her chest. Not that he was complaining. He was currently trying to hide his doofy grin from her line of vision. (Actually, it wasn't that hard. Her eyes were shut so tight she couldn't have seen his smile if she wanted to.)

"Betty, don't be so-"

SHRRIEEEKK!

Betty screamed with the victim on the screen, whimpering immediately afterwards and moving closer to Jughead.

"Help, Jug! Help, help, help, h-"

SHRRRRIIIIEEEKK!

Betty screamed directly after the actor, hugging Jughead's body close to her own and hiding her face in his arm. By this time Jughead's heart was about to rip through his skin. He was sure Betty could hear it. She was right there.

"Betty. You're such a wimp. Calm down," Jughead told her firmly, grinning at her childish reactions to a simple movie.

At the next scream, Betty held him so tightly that Jug's instinctive reaction was to wrap an arm around her. He regretted it immediately.

He was sure she was going to jump away from him, or look at him with a disgusted expression, or at the very least tense up. Instead she simply grabbed the hand that was dangling around her shoulders and brought it closer to herself, effectively making his grip on her tighter.

Jughead was positive he was about to have a heart attack.He, once again, analyzed their position. He was sitting on the very edge of the couch, right next to the armrest, and the other side was completely empty. Betty was almost on top of him, sitting on her knees. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck and she was mumbling in a high pitched voice into his shoulder. She was hugging him tightly and his arm was wrapped around her waist. His heart gave a jolt at this realization.

As the movie went on, Betty became able to look at the screen for bursts of 10 seconds at a time. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and she sat with her legs up on the couch. She insisted that Jughead keep his arms around her and every now and then she would scream or whimper and throw her head back into the crook of his neck. Until the credits began to roll, of course.

The next thing Jug knew, he was just waking up. For a moment he had no idea in hell where he was, until he caught sight of the VCR clock. 5:26. He vaguely wondered what had woken him up. And then Betty kicked him again. He groaned and rubbed his side, moving her fuzzy-socked feet away from him. He was about to go back to sleep when she kicked him again. This time he swatted her legs away from himself. To his surprise, she woke up immediately.And fell off the cuoch.

"OUCH!" she yelped, pulling the blankets down with her as she fell. She rubbed her bottom and glared at Jughead, who was by this time laughing whole-heartedly. She smacked his leg and held out her hands for him to pull her up, which he attempted. However, as he tried to pull her onto the couch, she simply pulled him down onto the floor. He hit the carpet with a THUMP.

"Gee, you don't have to be so cruel," he mocked, sticking out his tongue. She shot him a look of her own and then crossed her arms stubbornly. "Go back to sleep," Jughead mumbled, climbing onto the couch after her.

"Sleep?"

"Yes, sleep!" Jughead countered. "It's what everyone else is doing at 5:30 in the morning."

"Jug. The sun's about to come up!" Betty said matter-of-factly, gesturing out her curtained windows. He nodded.

"So?"

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They were at the park, on the big hill they all used to play on as kids. Except...it was snow-covered. And they were watching the sunrise.

"This is so fantastic," Betty grinned, clapping her hands together as she marvelled at the blues and pinks overhead.

"The snow is what makes it really fantastic," Jughead added. And then he looked at her. Her eyes were bright with delight and interest, her cheeks and nose flushed with cold and excitement. She looked like a little girl in line to see Santa Claus. Betty was just so...so adorable, that sometimes Jughead couldn't stand it. He either wanted to smack her with something or to embrace her and just laugh and laugh and laugh. So he did.

He shoved a handful of snow into her perfect, smiling face.

"JUGHEAD YOU BASTARD!" she sputtered, shaking snow from her shirt. It would've hurt if she hadn't been so pretty.

How many times had Betty pinned him in the last 2 days?...

Well, add one.

She laughed as she held him still, but all he needed was one opening.

And then he remembered. He raised one hand and poked her gently in the ribs. She shrieked and fell backwards, allowing him to flip her over. Betty's girly ticklishness was a fact known only to an elite group of people.

Jughead taunted her as he ran his hand over her stomach and sides, causing her to writhe underneath him, begging him to stop.

"Please, Jug! P-Please!" she gasped. Finally, he obliged. She panted underneath him. Surprisingly, he, too, was winded slightly.

She sighed and flipped over so that she was on her stomach and Jughead was hovering next to her. She smiled at him and Jughead had that queer feeling again: the one where he couldn't decide whether he wanted to hit her or hug her.