Gender: Female
Age: 31
Sign:
Pisces
Country: United States
Signup Date:
July 12, 2018
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03/31/2020 03:33 PM
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Don't let me down.
Don't let me down "Do you feel me here Giving you love Do you see me here Opening up No one's ever gotten to this point Where we go from here is all your choice"  Betty hadn't known about his plan in detail and was worried that this would turn wrong. And it almost had right in front of her. Se didn't know if Jughead would wake up. She didn't have the control anymore. It made her feel uneasy. Pretending that she had taken part in Jughead's death was something she never thought she would have to do, but it was a well thought out play. A scene to get the preppies off their trail for a moment until they were able to take them down.  And it was coming sooner rather than later. They had to have some things come in to play. The two just had wait for a while. Only their closest friends knew the truth; to everyone else, it looked like a terrible accident. She realized that this plan couldn't just involve the two of them. Their friends had to come together. She had to hand it to him, pulling off such a stunt as he did, it was genius in its own right.
Now betty was just waiting for the day; they could reveal that Jughead was healthy and alive. if someone said that they would be doing this her senior year. She would give them a weird look. Betty had one goal in mind. To get Jughead to graduate. They had come this far not to graduate. It was her hop to get a break from the drama, deaths, and none sense in Riverdale. 
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03/30/2020 01:45 PM
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future nostalgia.
Future nostalgia "I know you're dying trying to figure me out My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth"  To say the least with everything going on keeping Jughead safe. She was having flashbacks to the night that black hood gave her no choice in the matter of breaking up with him. She cared about him that much to keep away from any harm. Betty has now learned that they are stronger together than anything else. She's grown. That didn't mean that it still haunted her the feeling of Jughead telling her he loved her and then have to let him ago. . she always waiting for someone to tell her that. All her childhood, she had a crush on Archie. The redhead told her she as perfect, but she never felt good enough for him. Then Jughead came along. He was there for her like no one has ever. Deep down, it made her question if she ever was in loved Archie. Maybe loved like the best but not like she was Jughead.  Betty sat up from the bed and realized that yes, she let go of the black hood, but it always is with her that he emotionally exhausted her, trying to control her until everything was gone. In ways, she was glad that he realized that she could handle her own and pushed back. The blonde took a breath calming down a bit. Was fair that even after her father had died, she was sad? Betty questioned at times how did she become the girl next door. She gave some of the credit to Fred Andrews. Betty remembered the small moments when her actual dad didn't even show up. The blonde let everything go for once. She wasn't going worried about the past. She knew she had a future outside of Riverdale, and she was going fight for it. Betty put her head back, closing her eyes, finally getting some sleep.
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03/29/2020 12:15 PM
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we've been chasing our demons down.
We've been chasing our demons down. "We've been fighting our demons just to stay afloat Been building a castle just to watch it fall Been running forever just to end up here Once more And now we know This is not the world we had in mind"  The funny thing about this is that Jughead could tell she was drained. It was like so much was on her shoulders at once. She has been through so much. It was like she expressing everything at once. She lost a father, Polly will never be the same again, worrying about the babies. Her mom was just burying herself with reports; Jughead was dealing with the prep. Veronica was dealing with her dad's illness; Archie was helping the kids. She just felt out of control." I don't know, Jughead. I just feel like I'm out of place. And I don't know how to fix that." she was fine on her own when she needs to. Betty could stand up for herself. It was fine at the same time it seemed like he kept her grounded.  Her walls not up around Jug. She trusted him. She could be herself with him and know that he wasn't there to judge or hurt or criticize. He was just there to support her. And she hoped it was clear that she was always there for him too, even if it was just to listen. The divide between them felt massive, but… it wasn't. It was her mind playing tricks on it.
She had to step again and realize no one was leaving. They believed what she was saying. with the farm people thought she was crazy.and they weren't bad she listened to her gut look where everything turned out. Maybe the fact the future was so unsure, where it was going take her, but she knew for one thing Betty wanted Jughead Veronica, Archie, and Cheryl, in her life forever. 
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03/27/2020 12:22 PM
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I am confidently lost.
I am confidently lost "And trying to get to know me I'm just an outline of what I used to be Constantly evolvingSteadily revolving"  It was like she was going back in time. Where she was the girl that loved and adored Archie. Things have changed so much since that time. Betty was focused on the boy that had The beanie. She would do anything for him; that's how much she cared. for everyone to belive jughead was dead. The blonde had to start hanging out with Archie? That would be believable? Her leaning on her childhood friend when jughead" was killed." Betty remembered the conversation they all had in the bunker; they would do anything to save his life. Betty didn't realize how weird it would be not having jughead around. It becomes a night routine. She would sneak into the bunker and spend the night there to give some company. She was counting the days for this to be all over.  Betty exaggerated, the grin wide on her face as she turned back to look at the boy that was half asleep.. she was tugging her boots on to brave the cold and make her way home to her bed, which would seem more frozen still without him. She and her mother had been making tentative headway, however, and she was choosing to be extra cautious not to jeopardize that in any way. Maybe it somehow helped that that betty finally let her mother on to the plan they had.
But now she was heading back with a promise to stop by her neighbors place the next morning. To remind him further on this plan . she grabbed on the jacket, taking the zipper and pulling it up. Having a plan always made her feel less anxious, more stable. "no guarantee on kicking brett ass though. I'll keep you updated on what's going on." she added with a playful look as she climbed on to the latter from the bunker. 
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03/26/2020 06:34 PM
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I'm just gonna love you from afar.
I'm just gonna love you from afar "You can go and do, do Do what you want, want I'm just gonna love you from afar You can go and be, be Be who you want, want"  Apparently - Betty had been moping around the house lately. According to Alice, she was distant, disengaged, and a little rude… Not really, but maybe the lack of sleep was doing it. Betty knew it was just because her mind was so caught up with Jughead’s school mystery and the arrival of her brother (which was still a big mystery to her) and the fact she had a responsibility to raise their niece and nephew properly. Again, Betty didn’t feel she could voice these tumultuous thoughts at home. She didn’t want her mother digging around and disturbing her hard work… even though they were trying to fix things. Betty was still on edge a bit. So yes, you could say she was perhaps seen to be a little moody. Oh, not to mention that her home had more foot traffic than 5th avenue. What with the Jones clan moving in… And it wasn’t that she was unhappy about that, it was just a huge adjustment. It had been just her and Alice for such a considerable length of time that having three new bodies milling around was ever so slightly disruptive. But again - it’s not like she could talk to Alice about this.  Finally. A day to herself! A whole house to kick back, eat what she wanted, watch what she wanted, listen to music as loud as she wished to… Days like this had become even rarer than before, what with the Cooper house now the Cooper/Jones property. Family everywhere you looked, quite literally under your feet all the time.
She practically skipped down the stairs, socked feet making no noise at all. It was around ten and she was still in her PJ shorts and a tank top. What with Alice not there to judge, she was taking her time to get up, get dressed, and ‘be productive.’ “Mm, Pop-tarts for breakfast.” She mused aloud as she rummaged through the pantry, fingers locating the blue cardboard box with a hint of strawberry coming out. Yummy. Honestly - she appreciated more and more, the idea of living alone. Usually, Alice would remind her she needed a healthy breakfast with slow-release carbs. To be fair though she did to everyone. It was her new obsession. While JB sat there, mouth full of cereal looking up at her. Like she wants to pull a prank on her. Not today, mom. 
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03/25/2020 01:15 PM
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Hey homecoming queen.
Hey homecoming queen "Look damn good in the dress Zipping up the mess Dancing with your best foot forward Does it get hard To have to play the part? Nobody's feeling sorry for ya"  Penelope Blossom had murdered her father - right in front of her. In front of V and Jug… The memory like a hard knife, stabbing at her gut, twisting and making her feel helpless - her heart aching. Even if her father was a terrible man, he should have seen justice rather than the gun to his head, And no matter what dark thoughts Betty had about herself, she didn’t deserve to see what she did. Seeing her father executed as part of some sick game, that reminded her of the hunger games. She’d invented to torture the teens and her daughter. As a woman who was used, abused, and traded for business, you’d be forgiven if you caught yourself thinking that she should have known better. Should have wanted better for Cheryl. But no. She was bitter and twisted, toxic to those close to her, and to those who had the unfortunate of crossing her line of fire.  Like that was even possible in this town. The girl hadn’t let her guard down since Jason was recovered from the river… And she knew she wouldn’t be able to for a long, long time. But her mother being… motherly? Her shoulders did drop as some tension went away from her and into thin air. Betty dropped her pen to the table, closed her book, and got onto her feet. She instinctively felt intense again, the action more subconscious now, before joining her mom on the sofa, flopping down with her back against the couch. “Yeah, I know. That’s the benefit of having a big brother in the FBI, right?” The words fro her mouth were still odd and weird. She was only known to have an older sister. Charles took some adjustment, but they were getting there. The whole thing seemed to be becoming more natural. Even though at times, she still questioned. Was he legit? She knew from experience that was the reason she was feeling like that. “I just– I want to do more. I’m restless, mom. Something feels off.” The girl felt herself leaning in, closing the space between her and her mom, Sitting cross-legged with hands in her lap, fingers almost digging into her palms. Anxiously.
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03/24/2020 11:29 PM
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We let them eat, we let them eat cake.
We let them eat, we let them eat cake Another summer, another winter gone We're gonna find her, we're gonna bring her home  The girls had talked about their losses and their struggle to grasp their realities - the reality of being related; the idea of Betty's aunt and uncle - Cheryl's parents being more than happy that Polly was the mother of Jason's babies; the reality that both their fathers were murderers - cursed with the poisonous blossom blood that she could only pray had missed Cheryl. They, at such a young age - what should have been a sweet and tender age, had all of this and more to unpack and understand. No one should go through what these teens had endured. No one deserved this constant tightness in their chest or the weight in their stomach when they woke up to find this wasn't just some anxiety-induced nightmare fuelled by the fear of growing up. This was their life. An utter sh*t-show - the stuff tween books were written about! Throw in a metaphor of a werewolf or vampire; you had a best-seller right there. Even though they were both different in so many ways, the two girls could just understand each other if someone told her in the beginning that she would lean on Cheryl at times. Betty would probably laugh in your face. It was okay because she had at least some family.  As she stood, her eyes not leaving the tarnished stone, her eyes didn't fill with tears. There had been too much of that as of late. Tears shed in this town. And yes, while the ones she had dropped as of late were for their dearest Fred Andrews, she also knew they were for the loss of a father. The one she thought she had. Those oceanic pools closed momentarily, her breathing coming to a controlled stop until her heart was pounding in her ears - her newest method of bringing her back to the present.
"That day - I was scared for you. I didn't want to lose another member of our dysfunctional family, Cheryl." Sullen eyes that had been downcast finally lifted to meet her cousin's porcelain features - both in color and delicate nature, "I'm glad you answered that call." Her heart wrenched at the idea of her cousin, leaving her to reveal all over a voicemail… Her inferior nerves couldn't take the thought of what could have happened if she'd not answered. If Betty hadn't have been quick enough to dial her. These two girls had the strangest of relationships, but she knew, deep down (but not as deep down as the red-haired Maple Queen would like to convince you otherwise), the girls so clearly loved one another in their way. 
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03/22/2020 03:31 PM
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For your hands I will be gloves.
Then I fell With you I could not stand "I don't go where I don't want to I won't speak if you don't hear you I won't say what I would not say I can't heal if I won't feel"  There isn't enough time in the world to go over how she is doing is there. How should she be feeling? That was what was keeping her up at night. She had so many questions… So much to tackle. It was a miracle she was even half sane at this point, what with the emotional turmoil, lack of sleep, and her mom being… well, Alice. What about Polly? Was she ever going to come back? Was her mom truly back, or was it all some elaborate lie? How much could she trust her brother? What about Jug? Was he safe? Even though he told her every day to not worry. Maybe it was just the reaction of last year and the farm. People didn't also believe a word she said. The one person she didn't want loose was jughead. Would JB ever let her in? How was Archie after the loss of Fred? What about her college fund? Could Charles be hiding something? Would the town ever move on from thinking about her father? Were the twins safe? Was Toni coping? What about Veronica? Kevin? Did the line stop with Edgar? Her mind could never really turn off. Was it wrong that she cared so much about the people around then actually paying attention to what was going on with her? Maybe she needed the sleep.  Being here was sucking the life from her. She knew how important school was. She knew how vital her GPA was - but was there much point working this hard without a college fund to fall back on? She had to talk to Charles about maybe getting some of that back. Sort of like a tax relief? Was that even possible?
Her mind had been elsewhere lately. Lately? More like over the last year and a bit… Right? And today was no different. The blonde-haired girl was wandering the lifeless corridors of this rather tired looking school (she could see what V meant on her first day here now the romance of this town had washed away), her biology textbook clutched against her chest, head in the clouds. She was thinking up her next big plan. A way to catch Charles or Chic in a lie… Maybe she needed to sit down and talk to her absent mother - the mother who's maternal instinct seemed to be dwindling. 
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03/21/2020 07:20 PM
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Hurricane girl about to explode.
Hurricane girl About to explode "All I need, all I know Beg you please, no I won't let go Moving on, it's not the same"  Her past few weeks had tested her resilience as no one could imagine. She'd lost two parents - one permanent, one… Well, at the moment She didn't know if her mother was a parent at all... Her sister was gone, her best friend's father was gone… And Jughead had the most significant opportunity of his life, and here she was - thrilled and heartbroken by it, all at the same time. "I'm sure we will work something out." Her voice sounded as if it were disconnected from her at this point. She wasn't sure she believed her own words, but it was almost her automatic response. It covered how she felt was the same kind of response you gave when someone asked how you are? You always say yeah, I'm fine. Even if you aren't. Betty wanted Jughead to have the best life and expand his writing. After everything, in this world. He deserved so much in his life. She had admired FP now, but she could tell it was a strict upbringing when he was drinking. Her gut was telling her something in this school was off. These people wanted more from the person she cared about most. Her eyes didn't leave the screen. As the blonde was sitting between his legs, cuddling something they always did. She feared that one look into those oceanic eyes; he would be able to read exactly what she was feeling.  Even though he kept telling her, they are in for the long haul. Every little ache in her body was telling her to protect him. She had to remain positive. She had to show him that she would be okay when he left. Yes, she had the Serpents, FP, Archie, her brother to some extent…even Veronica. She had support, but it wasn't the support she wanted. Betty wanted him. It wasn't that she couldn't handle things on her own because she could. The familiar of someone just knowing every inch of you was something she was going to miss. Don't be selfish, Betty Cooper. Her hand gently rubbed up and down the one that was secured around her, fingers massaging the muscle while her teeth worried the inside of her bottom lip. Eventually, Betty knew they would get through this regardless. They would make this work. It wasn't like last time. They were stronger than they ever were.
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03/20/2020 04:34 PM
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I bet after this...
I BET AFTER THIS THEY WILL "I bet I could fix your mistakes, I could find and erase all of your heartache."  As both of her hands were curled into her palms, Betty finally looked up at him, eyes wide in expectation. Even without having to say it out loud, in exact words, her friends always seemed to know what was spinning around in her head, a difficult feat for anyone, including herself, sometimes. Betty had ever come off as strong, but in her head, it could get dark. Lips pressed together, and her eyes flicked away for a moment before they met their gaze again, listening as they spoke.  "It's not our fault," Betty started her usual explanation to anyone who blamed themselves for what had happened. Although, in this case, it was irrefutably true. Betty could admit to herself that she got caught up in trying to defeat the king, it got her father killed. "We couldn't have known, I mean, no one knew." They had all assumed that the betty had been going to live with her mom, the thought never crosses their minds that she had taken up residence elsewhere. Against her will. Betty could tell that they had extreme guilt in their eyes, more of Archie and Veronica.
Without realizing it, she had flipped one of her hands over so that their palms were now pressed together, fingers wrapping around his hand but just resting there. The instinct to squeeze, to clench her palms. She didn't want her friends to feel like this. "I just…do you think we're fooling ourselves? Pretending as we care about things like high school and plans for the future when we have no idea what's going to happen next. Someone is always after us." the reality of the last three years in her life., someone was always after them, trying to make their life miserable. Would ever stop? Even when she went to college. Betty wanted Archie Veronica even Cheryl and then Jughead, of course, to graduate. Maybe the sudden death was clouding her judgment. 
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