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11/24/2022 02:03 PM 

Thanksgiving.

serpent juliet ♔ betty cooper

Thanksgiving
midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost.  Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear.  So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there.  I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.

Here comes the lady. Oh, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the wanton summer air, 20And yet not fall. Too much honey is delicious, but it makes you sick to your stomach. Therefore, love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
"Therefore, love each other in moderation."
Betty's face is being whipped by the chilly wind as she pulls her scarf closer to her body and rests back against the vehicle as she waits for Jughead to come out of the rest stop shop with an expected hoard of food.

(He'd said, "I need this, Betts," ten minutes earlier when Betty came into the parking lot, and he'd said it in a way that sounded more like he was whining.)

Betty draws in a big breath, holds it for a while, and then exhales it, Pepper's voice now accompanied by the sweet honey of her new counselor, who she has been visiting at school. She has discovered through working with Dr. Glass that some of the triggers for her anxiety are easy to pinpoint, while others are more enigmatic and manifest themselves as fleeting, uncomfortable sensations in her chest at the most inopportune moments.

On the other hand, this time will be the latter: after almost four whole months apart, Betty and Jughead will return to Riverdale for the Thanksgiving holiday.

Some people may believe they postponed the inevitable by waiting until Wednesday night. Still, the fact is that Jughead's university library shift on Tuesday night was what ultimately doomed them. The night before, Betty packed her belongings into the vehicle's trunk and went across town to meet Jughead right after he got off the train. (His roommate and the majority of others living in the greater Boston metropolitan region had already left the city for the Thanksgiving holiday.) she folded her body into his arms while they attempted to sleep and enumerated concerns about their return to their house like they were counting sheep.

Betty breaks into a smile as she sees Jughead emerge from the convenience shop's smeared doors and speed across the lot toward her with a plastic bag dangling from his arm.

When he is within hearing distance, he will say, "Hey, you." "Why are you standing around here doing nothing?" You have a rather chilly appearance."

Betty shrugs but doesn't pause before turning around and getting into the driver's seat. "I believe that I am becoming more used to the cold."

Betty is often astounded by how careful he can be with various things. She is aware that she can be tougher and more abrasive than others, and she is always surprised by the fact that he is not only prepared to tolerate her but also seems to find her attractive. Jughead chuckles gleefully as he carefully closes the door to the passenger side of the vehicle behind him.

Jughead's joke is, "Your ideas could not be much louder."

Betty tightens the seatbelt over her chest and smiles warmly as she listens to the sound of Jughead tearing open a bag of chips.

Betty explains this while turning her back to the driver as she navigates the vehicle back into the road. "Just one hour till Riverdale," she continues.

It's more of a statement than a question, but Jughead replies, "You're anxious," as he stuffs a few of chips into his mouth before continuing.

Betty gives a shrug. "More than anything else, I guess I'm most anxious about seeing Alice. And I think just...Riverdale itself. Concerned that I'll revert to my old, undesirable behaviors."

Jughead shakes his head and reaches across the cup holder to grasp her hand as it hangs from the other side of the device.

He speaks it as if it were a promise, "You won't." "That won't happen if we have anything to say about it."

Betty gives a gentle grin, her spirits lifted by the touch of his hand. She responds with a "Thank you."

They finally come to a halt on the highway, where there is merely a line of jam-packed vehicles all headed in the same direction for their holiday travel.

Betty admits to Jughead as they hold hands, "I'm happy to have you a little more to myself for a few days," as she squeezes his hand.

He smiles. "Me too. We are at last free to simply...be." The fact that they only have a limited amount of time to spend together due to the constraints of college life is a reality, even though they see one other once or occasionally twice weekly.

In a positive manner, they have each been able to completely immerse themselves in the experiences that they are having at their respective colleges instead of depending on phone calls and messages to fill in the blanks. On the occasions when they are able to spend time together, they have already had several exciting and unforgettable experiences throughout the city's weekend hours.

The words "It's going to be alright, Betts" are said by Jughead in a soothing tone as Betty and Jughead go by the location in Riverdale, where Betty had first seen FP's vehicle a little more than a year previously.

"I know," she mutters between clenched teeth, even though she is confident that she has not managed to persuade Jughead in the least.

The strategy is straightforward. (Betts believes that having a plan to adhere to at all times makes her life more straightforward.) The first thing that will happen is that Betty and Jughead will go to FP's trailer to say hello, despite the fact that Jughead intends to sleep in Betty's room if he can get away with it. After that, she will compete against Alice Cooper.

When they are finally able to draw up to the trailer, Betty is startled to discover how hard she has been holding onto the steering wheel. She mumbles, "Sorry," while clenching her teeth slightly.

(This is a tendency that her therapist advises she should strive to change; she apologizes much too frequently, which is an unpleasant effect of the fact that she was raised by a lady who was as strict and repressive as the Alice Cooper of Betty's adolescence.)

Jughead gives Betty a soothing grin and a calming tone as he tells her, "Don't be sorry." This causes Betty's tummy to relax. Betty's stomach drops with a feeling that she wasn't sure she'd be able to feel about a place she'd spent so many years trying to flee. This is a feeling that she associates with being at home, and she hadn't been sure she'd be able to feel it until she felt the familiarity of the gravel beneath her feet. As she turns off the engine and follows Jughead out of the vehicle, she lets out a long sigh and takes a big breath.

"Feels different, doesn't it?" Betty is jolted out of her meditative state by Jughead's statement.

Being back here after being gone for a few months? Betty asks as she looks up to see Jughead already making his way toward the front entrance, extracting his keychain from the loop on his belt.

"Yes...and no," Jughead says to her as he turns to give her a reassuring grin.Betty gives him a frowning look as she follows him up the stairs and watches him fidget with the door handle.

This habit they have found themselves in has been so ingrained in their lives that he mutters, "Finicky, as usual," while she chuckles.
These violent delights have violent ends,

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