Most days, Betty Cooper rose before the sun, dressing herself for farm work and getting breakfast ready for her two farm hands, Farmer John and Kevin. ...
This farm life was a dream come true. She reminded herself often that this was what she always wanted, and it was the truth. Only thing was that she never thought she’d be alone doing it. She had always thought she’s have someone by her side.
He had not expected Betty Cooper to look the way she did. When he booked this Bed & Breakfast as his writing getaway, he had been told that it was a quiet, out of the way place, with an accommodating owner/hostess who cooked divine spreads, offered great conversation, and made her guests feel right at home.
He had been expecting a more matronly figure, gray haired perhaps, stately, maybe, the way those baby boomer, Hampton-living, ladies carried themselves. She had, after all, been described by his editor as a cross between Martha Stewart, Ina Garten, and Lee Drummond of Pioneer Woman fame. None of those ladies were leggy, in their twenties, smelled like sweet lilacs, and was gorgeous as hell. And none of them had that long blonde hair...
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19 Nov 2017
“Oh God, get a room!” Cheryl said in passing, pushing past them to get to her locker.
That was enough to push Betty into a fit of giggles, burying her head into Jughead’s chest.
“You know,” Jughead whispered. “I don’t normally take advice from redheads but this is sound advice.”
Jughead and Betty try very hard to get a room.
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017), Archie Comics
15 May 2017
“Juggy,” says Betty, a little nervously, chewing at her lip and determinedly fixing her gaze on anything except him. “There's only one bed.”
And that's how it starts.
Betty is a force to be reckoned with, and Jughead’s always been fond of a good reckoning.