A/N: After 1x07 I typed out a quick little text post (which you can read here) and it inspired me to make it a full-fledged fic about Jughead moving in with Fred & Archie. Hopefully this will help pass a little time until the new episode. Almost 5k words of Bughead fluff. Enjoy!
just looking for something (something like home)
He moves in with the Andrews men early on a Saturday morning.
Not that he could really call it moving in considering his entire life fits into a backpack but at least he’s got a room to call his own.
The basement, to be exact.
Fred sets up a cot in the corner, near boxes of Christmas decorations (he’s pretty sure those haven’t been touched since Archie’s mom left) and old rusty tools and lawn equipment. He sets his backpack on a rickety tool bench but doesn’t move to unpack.
“Sorry it’s so cold down here,” Fred is saying as he throws a fitted flannel sheet over the cot’s mattress. “We’ll get you a space heater or something before winter comes.”
“Alright,” Jughead says although he’s not really paying attention. It’s not that he’s not grateful for Fred’s generosity, he is but he can’t help but think about his dad at home alone. Probably drunk, even though he promised to get his act together.
Just a month, maybe two.
Not a chance in hell.
Jughead is glad Archie is at football practice because there’s a question on the tip of his tongue that he’s a little embarrassed to ask.
“Just curious,” he starts but his voice shakes a little and his hands are sweating. He runs them down the front of his pants and clears his throat. “Is there a uh… um…a girl policy?”
Judging from Fred’s expression he’s just as surprised Jughead asked as he is.
“A girl policy,” Fred repeats. “Well, Archie has girls over but they usually keep the door open. And no sleepovers.”
Jughead laughs and holds up his hands. “Yeah, of course. That’s not really what I was talking about. More just…in general.”
Fred gives him a knowing smile and it makes him want to melt into the hard concrete floor under his feet.
“Betty is more than welcome in this house whenever she wants. She always has been and that won’t change just because you’re dating.”
What a foreign concept. It’s something he’s still getting used to, if he’s being honest. He’s never had a real girlfriend before and he’s not even sure he knows how to be a boyfriend.
Then again, Betty kissed him after he walked her home so he’s hoping that means he’s doing alright so far.
“Great,” he says a little too enthusiastically and he blushes a little when Fred grins. “Thanks, I mean. Betty is…”
“A great girl,” Fred finishes and Jughead nods. “You’re a lucky guy, Jug.”
He just laughs and shakes his head because that is a statement that is so unfairly untrue that if he didn’t laugh about it he’d probably cry.