In your arms, I'm safe and sound You turn my world right upside down But all the hell we've been through had a purpose Together we are chaos and it's perfect Always thought those feelings, they were stories not made for me It's terrifying, but I'm pretty certain it's worth it

I didn't, I didn't know what love could, what love could be Until you, until you loved my everything The good, the bad, the in between I didn't know you were something I could need Until you, until you loved my everything The good, the bad, the in between, all of me

It all began as a place for them to hide, a place where they could communicate about the game and the cult, and where they could be alone without FP or Alice and Polly looming over their heads. Despite what may have occurred inside in the past, the bunker has a reassuring sense of security. It is guarded, kept under wraps, and, most importantly, belongs to them.

Sheets are the first item that Betty carries inside the underground shelter after entering there. She retrieves them from the attic, where they have been stored all these years; they are identical twins. Who knows how long the sheets on the cot have been there or what kind of things have been done to them in that time? She believes a bottle of Lysol, together with sheets and pillows, is an absolute must. Betty is spraying every square inch of the bunker with Lysol while Jughead is reassembling his conspiracy theory board that he took from the kitchen of the trailer and hanging it on one of the walls. In particular, the cushions and the bed itself. They don't sleep there, but it doesn't stop them from having fun there by rolling about under the blankets, shutting off the outside world, and getting lost in each other.

After a few days have passed, Jughead brings in an old power strip that he discovered in an old cabinet at the Blue and Gold, as well as a tiny fridge that he unearthed at the scrap yard.

"For snacks," he'd explained when Betty raised an eyebrow as he tucked it into one of the various corners of the confined area, and she'd nodded her head in agreement. "For snacks."

She had responded by rolling her eyes and said, "You are a bottomless pit." However, the next day in the afternoon, she fills the little refrigerator with several containers of yogurt and other components for sandwiches.

There are now additional phone chargers on the table. Jughead comes upon a hot plate at some point. There is a six-pack of water bottles lying on the ground. Betty manages to find some money and uses it to purchase a WiFi hotspot booster for her phone. She then uses her wits to persuade her mother to upgrade her to an unlimited data plan. Betty is now set for life.

She had shrugged and replied, "It will be simpler for us to work if we have internet," before putting up her phone next to the bed and opening her laptop. "It will make our job easier," she had said. It was a leisurely afternoon on a Sunday. While Betty typed away at an essay, Jughead snuggled up next to her, booting up his own laptop and focusing on the most recent draft of his book. Neither one mentions that they aren't contributing anything to the investigation in any way they can.

An accident befalls them as they try to sleep there for the first time. It is the weekend after the school rulebook has been distributed to all of the students, and on Friday night, they hole up in a room with Pop's, thermoses of coffee, and bags of junk food. They also have several folders of photocopies from the city archives and all of Betty's organizational note-taking supplies. At some point around three in the morning, Betty nods off while holding a highlighter in her hand. Jughead brings her over to the cot and tucks the covers around her while she sleeps. However, Betty seems to be so cuddly and cozy when snuggled up in the teeny-tiny bed that Jughead can't help but snuggle up to one other, squeezing Betty against Jughead's chest as they drop off to sleep.

After that, they begin storing their clothing there, but only "for emergencies" and incidents that are similar to the ones that occurred while they were reading the rule book. The situation rapidly worsens. Toothbrushes, supplemental toiletries, and duffel bags stuffed with various items are stashed under the bed. Books. The typewriter belongs to Jughead. The diaries and journals that Betty kept.

"When was the last time one of us was able to see our families? " Betty asks absentmindedly one night when she is seated at the table in the center of the bunker, circling sections of the literary homework she has been given. While still sitting on the cot, Jughead takes a little break from his frenetic typing to stare out towards the horizon.

"I have no idea. A few days? " He makes a frown, shrugs his shoulders, and then resumes to the passage he was reading before.

"Do you suppose that even crossed their minds? " Betty inquires as her tone of voice becomes more subdued. Then, with a scowl on his face, Jughead glances up and pats the empty spot beside him. Betty climbs to her feet and crawls into bed with him, placing her arms around his waist as she does so.

"I can't say for sure. And I couldn't care less," he says as he wraps his arms over her shoulders and entwines his fingers in her hair. She leans against him, drawing herself even nearer to him.

The silence in the room causes Betty's voice to become muffled as she mumbles, "She told all those people, Jug. She told them everything." about the pointless camera issue, as well as the questionable individual and Chic. She revealed it to Evelyn! It's our school that she attends. Because she attends our school, my mother shared information with her, which not only links us to the murder but also links you to the crime." Betty's eyes wrinkle up, and she clenches her hands tightly as she tries to stop the tears from falling. Then, with a frown on his face, Jughead moves his hands to Betty's and carefully separates her fingers so that he may lace them into his own. He leans in and gives her a slow, tender moment on the knuckles.

"And she and my dad both have information that could help us, that could help save actual lives, and they won't give it to us because they are so afraid or ashamed of whatever they did in school," he said. "They are free to gloat all they want about how well they are protecting us. However, it is not the point at all." Betty leans in closer to Jughead and places her hands on his cheeks in an effort to calm him down as he furiously wipes his hand over his face. Jughead responds by rubbing his hand across his face, prompting Betty to reach out to him in an effort to comfort him. "Betts, this shouldn't be something that we have to do. We shouldn't be... hiding from our parents in a real bunker, trying to figure out what the hell is happening on in this godforsaken town, all the while Alice and FP maintain secrets and set stuff on fire and," Jughead stops, wrinkling his nose, "fool about."

Betty murmurs, "I know," as she softly strokes the side of Jughead's jaw with her thumb. "There are moments when it seems as though we are the ones responsible for looking after them." Her voice barely falters as she says, "But I don't want to, Juggie," and Jughead draws her closer to himself. "My dad is serving time in jail. My mother and sister are members of a cult and have been spreading rumors that are harmful to me, and although I am doing all I can to protect them, the cult members could not care less about what happens to me."

"Betty, I'm sorry," Jughead says to her in a reassuring tone. "And I know that doesn't change anything. But I am. And even though I am aware that this would not solve anything, I am concerned. I am here, and I love you, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you."

Betty whispers to Jug, her head resting on his shoulder, "I love you too," as she looks up at him with closed eyes. "Far above everything else."

When he leans in to kiss her, it brings back memories of when they were sitting on the sofa in the trailer sharing their first kiss. A kiss that was more than simply a kiss—it was a plea for relief and a response to that request. He moves his hands up her hips and up the exposed flesh of her back, causing her to quiver. She weaves her hands up into his hair, which causes him to lose his beanie.