On Cloud Nine / Jughead Jones
I’m not sure it it’s exactly what you were thinking of…but I hope you like it nonetheless.
(Y/N)’s face remains blank.
She waits patiently until the shock and amusement that had overwhelmed her friends passed.
“This is gold,” Reggie manages to say, despite his uncontrollable laughter.
“Are you serious?” Veronica asks, unable to believe what she had heard. “How is that possible?”
“No one? Ever?” Archie sniggers, continuing the excessive questioning.
(Y/N) shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest, “No one,” she confirms.
“Not even when you-”
“No,” (Y/N) interrupts, not needing to know what the question was.
“I don’t believe you,” Archie declares, leaning back in his seat. “You’re winding us up.”
Reggie, who still hadn’t completely tamed his laughter, threw an arm over (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You are a constant surprise, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). So sweet and innocent,” he sighs. “What are we going to do with you?”
She releases an aggravated groan, unintentionally pressing herself further against the warmth her friend offered. “I don’t see why this is such a big deal.”
“Because,” Veronica demands, overly dramatically, “you’re a lip virgin!”
(Y/N) rolls her eyes, not able to comprehend why her friends were concerned about who she’s been kissing-or more accurately, hasn’t been.
“Why is this so hard to believe?” she questions, narrowing her eyes.
“It’s just odd, I guess. I suppose I’ve never really thought about it, I’ve just always assumed. I mean you’re friends with so many guys,” Archie shrugs.
(Y/N)’s glare hardens, “We’ll I’m not you Archie,” she snaps, sliding out of the booth, finally being pushed to her limit. She lets Reggie’s arm fall to his side. “I don’t go around kissing anyone and everyone.”
“Obviously,” Reggie mutters under his breath.
Without hesitation, or a second glance at her friends, she rushes towards the exit, the laughter from the table seeming to echo behind her.
(Y/N) accidentally runs into Jughead who was just entering Pop’s. “Hey,” he chuckles, “why the rush?”
She couldn’t answer him, instead she pushes past him and heads in the direction of her home.
Jughead is left standing at the door to the diner in complete confusion. He slowly enters and looks around, frowning when he sees Archie and the others sitting in a booth laughing.
“Are you guys aware (Y/N) just ran out of here?” he asks as he approaches them, thrusting his thumb in the direction of the door. His words seemed to amuse the trio even more. His frown deepens as they continue. “She looked really upset.”
“We were just joking,” Reggie defends.
“What did you do?” he demands, addressing all three of them-feeling a sudden rush of defensiveness.
Archie rolls his eyes, “We were just having a little fun, we didn’t mean to upset her.”
“Well clearly,” Jughead says, “you did. (Y/N) mustn’t have caught on the the joke.”
Veronica was the first to come to a realisation, “Oh no,” she mumbles, “we really didn’t meant to hurt her, Jughead.”
“What did you do?” he asks them again.
Veronica bites her lip, her fingers start scrunching at the napkin in front of her. “We were talking about the worst kisses we’ve had…” she trails off.
“And?” Jughead questions, his forehead furrowing-wondering how his friend could have gotten so upset.
“It turns out she’s never been kissed before,” Archie answers. While this newly gained knowledge undoubtedly surprised Jughead, he didn’t let that get in the way of what he wanted to say.
“So you made fun of her? Seriously?” he scoffs. “I thought you were better than that,” he shakes his head before giving them all a pointed look. Reggie and Archie were now the ones frowning. “I can’t believe you would do that,” he says. “Actually,” he continues, “maybe I can.” Jughead makes his way out of the diner and starts to walk to (Y/N)’s house.
As he moves towards the door he starts to think of what to say. (Y/N) was one of his closest friends and he wanted nothing more than to make her happy again.
Knocking on the door, Jughead rocks back and forth on his feet. The door eventually opens. (Y/N) stands in front of him, looking the same as she did when she had left the diner-only now her eyes were red and puffy.
Without even having to say anything, (Y/N) takes a step closer to him. Jughead wraps his arms around her while she rests her hands on his waist, scrunching his jumper in her fists.
“Don’t listen to them,” he tells her quietly. “They were just being jerks.”
“Doesn’t mean they’re not wrong. It’s weird,” she mumbles.
Jughead strokes her hair, “It’s not weird, it’s good to have standards and want to wait. Maybe you just haven’t met anyone you want to be with in that way,” he shrugs. “There’s nothing weirds about that.”
“You think?” she asks, pulling her head away so she could see his face, trying to detect a lie.
He smiles as he looks down at her, “I do.”
They stand there for a while until (Y/N) laughs and finally pulls away. “I’m sorry, I’m probably overreacting.”
“You’re not,” he confirms, trying to assure her.
“Come in,” she insists, wiping at her eyes.
Jughead nods and follows her in the house, shutting the door behind him. They make themselves comfortable in the lounge room and set up a movie-deciding to try and relax for the rest of the night.
“Thank you,” (Y/N) says sincerely, “for coming by.”
“Anytime,” he shrugs.
(Y/N) could feel her lips tug upwards into another smile. “Really, Jug,” she continues. “You’re always the one who is there for me…I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it,” he tells her. “You’re always there for me as well and besides-there’s no place I’d rather be right now,” he says with a small smile, turning around so he was facing her, his arm thrown over the back of the couch.
“I suppose that’s what makes us such a good pair,” she says, unable to stop her eyes from flickering to his lips.
“I guess so.”
The pair were silent for what felt like an eternity. “Can you do me a favour?” she asks, tilting her head to the side-coming to a decision.
She rolls her eyes, “Close your eyes.” Jughead’s expression falters, but he complies with her request. “Just stay still,” she murmurs, leaning towards him. Jughead remains motionless, he had a feeling he knew what was going to happen-what he hoped would happen-but stayed silent.
Jughead could feel her breath, almost tickling him as she spoke. “Can I?”
“Yes,” is all he replies.
(Y/N)’s lips barely brush his at first, the touch so light and hesitant-unsure if it was okay.
Jughead’s fingers dig into the couch as she tries again-though this time with a slight force and determination. He kisses her back, causing her to freeze momentarily. Soon she seems to wrap her mind around what was happening and moves closer to him.
He rests a hand on the back of her neck and pulls her against him-but doesn’t attempt to deepen the kiss.
When (Y/N) pulls back, he opens his eyes only to find hers still closed. He uses his fingertips to gently stroke her cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks her.
“Never felt better,” she responds instantaneously, a grin spreading across her face. Jughead couldn’t help but mirror her expression. “Thank you,” she tells him again.
“Why are you thanking me this time?” he asks her softly, tugging gently at a loose lock of hair.
“For making me feel happier than I’ve been in a while. For making my first kiss…something to treasure.”
“Hopefully your second will be able to meet your standards then,” he whispers playfully, pulling her face towards his.