The Little Brit | Jughead Jones x Reader
A\N: This writing is not mine, it’s by beautiful lil’ nugget B who kindly offered me help with this account x
I finish unpacking the last box before I’m officially moved in to my new home in Riverdale. I glance around my room, grab the last empty boxes and bounce down the stairs greeting my parents as they unpack kitchen boxes.
“This is the last of them,” I breath out placing the empty boxes on the kitchen bench. My stomach grumbles, I haven’t eaten much since the flight if you count an apple and a few crackers as food.
“Honey why don’t you go get some dinner from the diner we drove past? I heard they do excellent burgers!”
I shrug my shoulders.
“Sure, I’ll just get my coat.”
I return to my room and pull on my jacket before grabbing some cash and head toward the diner we saw earlier. A bright red neon sign comes into vision as I edge closer “Pop's”. I wearily enter and see how packed the place is. I patiently wait in line till it’s my time to order. After ordering and giving the nice older man the money, he glances back to the kitchen hand scrambling to get orders out.
“Sorry miss it may be a longer wait,“ I shake my head.
“Oh, no, that’s fine, I’ll just sit and wait,” he smiles greatfully as I scan the diner spotting a nearly empty booth with two girls sitting opposite each other with two milkshakes. I take a deep breath and walk towards the table. Laughter is filling the air. I stop at the head of the table. Their conversation goes quiet.
“Oh, hey, can we help you?” The blonde spoke first smiling up at me.
“Hello, my names (Y/N), I was just wondering if I could sit? I just ordered and they said it’d be awhile and, well, you look the most friendly,“ I go red glancing down at my hands.
“Of course you can, I’m Betty and this is Veronica,” She greets me glancing at the raven haired girl.
“You must be new around here” she speaks and I sit down.
“Guilty, am I that obvious?” I smile and she shakes her head.
“Your accent is more of a giveaway,” I nod and mentally face palm.
“Oh, of course, I didn’t think about that. My family and I just moved here from London.” They nod.
“Wow, that’s so cool-” Veronica was cut short as the bell rang indicating there was more customers. The both glance back to see whoever was entering. I glance at my phone messaging my father to tell him I’d be longer than anticipated.
“Woah, who’s the new girl?” I look up and see two boys standing at the top of our booth, a brown headed boy & the other with red hair, both being extremely easy on the eyes.
“(Y/N),” I barely whisper clearing my throats before trying again. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” They both smile slipping into the booth.
“Archie Andrews,” the red head speaks first, sliding in next to me flashing his bright white smile. I glance to the other boy as he climbs in next to Veronica. He laughs to himself.
“Uh, yeah, I’m Jughead Jones The Third.“ I giggle.
“Jughead Jones?” I question. His gaze snaps to mine, a smile etching onto his face.
“Just when I thought my name would never sound nice, you lil brit make me change my mind.“ I blush and glance at him through my lashes
“Take that as a compliment?” I say unsure.
“With an accent like that I could listen to you talk all day,” we stare for awhile until we’re interrupted by our friends’ laughter.
“Woah, Juggie’s got a crush on the new girl,“ Veronica squeaks squeezing his hand and bumping up against him. He rolls his eyes and adjusts his beanie picking at the plate of fries in front of him trying to avoid the gaze of his giddy friends.
“I-” I was cut short when the man from the counter wonders over with my take away bag.
“Sorry for the wait- I see you’ve encounted the scary locals.” I laugh, nodding.
“Thank you,” I smile at him, taking the bag and standing from the booth. “I hope to see you again, enjoy,” and with that he turns and walks towards the counter again.
“Well, I better get going, my parents are waiting for me to get back with tea,” I smile sheepishly as Jughead glances at me soaking up every word. They all seem disappointed, but I remind them that I’ll see them the next day at my first day of school.
“Goodbye,” I smile waving as I turn around to head to the door.
“Goodbye love,” I hear jughead yell trying his best at an English accent. I giggle and blow him a kiss before pushing on the door open and walking towards home.- 🌹