#Apparently when googling you don't use the word old you use classic or vintage

[thatiranianphantom]

Two Truth And A Lie

“That is flagrantly false and I will sue!” Cheryl hisses, entire face pinched in anger.

“I’m sorry, Cheryl, but it’s the truth. Jughead and I have known each other since we were five. It simply stands to reason that we know each other better than you and Toni.”

Cheryl huffs out a breath. “Fine, then. Prove it.” 

Betty furrows her brow. “Prove it? How?”

“Two truths and a lie. Against each other. Full honesty.” Cheryl sounds triumphant, but Betty can’t imagine why. 

“Betty starts.”

Heaving a sigh, Betty turns to face her boyfriend. “Fine. My favorite color is blue, I broke five bones as a child, and my dream car is a ‘56 Ferarri.” 

Jughead ponders for a moment. “The car. Your favourite color is violet. Not too dark, but light enough that it looks cheery. It reminds you of spring, which reminds you of the Pickens Day Parade. And you did break five bones, two fingers, one rib, and an arm when you fell out of a tree by Sweetwater River. But the car...you’d pick an Aston Martin any day.” 

The others are gaping as they look at the couple, but Cheryl smooths it over quickly. 

“Hobo next,” she taps him on the shoulder. 

“I have a name, Cheryl,” Jughead snaps. He pauses a moment. “Okay. I once visited Boston, I’m scared of swimming, and I’ve been in love with Betty Cooper since I was fifteen.” 

Betty smiles tenderly at him, cupping his cheek, to the chorus of sarcastic “awwws” around them. 

“Guesses, Cousin?” Cheryl grins.

“Boston. Jughead will only go in the water if it’s been vetted for at least thirty minutes before -”

“Leeches!” He cuts in indignantly. 

“And we’ve been together since we were 15. So, Boston.” 

The flame on his cheeks is the first clue that she’s wrong. The second is when Archie snaps his fingers and remembers the road trip over a weekend with Fred to Boston when they were nine.

“Jug?” Betty presses. “I don’t get it. Where is the lie?”

His face is the color of a tomato, and he’s barely audible as he presses out “Maybe I had a bit of a thing for you before we were together.” 

Betty twists her hand into his. “Jughead Jones,” she says sternly. “How long?” 

He lets out a sigh, and his shoulders slump. “Ten. I was ten. At least when I realized it.” 

#Bughead #Bughead Drabble Challenge #I took that 100 word limit and went #Nahhh #But I will die on the hill that jughead liked betty long before he kissed her #Also I don't know anything about cars #Apparently when googling you don't use the word old you use classic or vintage #And I don't swim in lake water because leeches #i got bitten when i was nine #It's 20 years later and I'm holding on to that trauma #so i feel you jug