baby sister | jughead jones
a/n: thinking of making this into another small series!! based on a request!! let me know if you think i should post another part! also this is my first series where im adding another POV get keen. also ill start a tag list for this so leave a message in my ask box or down below if you’d like to be added!!
it was another busy night at pop’s chock’lit shoppe.
booths were bursting at the seams as they celebrate the win of river dales very own bulldogs. i didn’t even need to go to the game to know that they’d won.
teenagers and parents hustle into the diner buying burgers and fries by the dozen. me? i sat in my usual booth with my usual oder; cheese burger fries and a chocolate milkshake, with of course my laptop.
i was busy typing up my newest lead that i didn’t pay any attention to the small girl that walked through pop’s doors and ended up at the front of my booth, fries and milkshake in hand.
“can i sit?” she murmurs shifting on her feet
i tilt the lid of my laptop down gesturing with my hands for her to sit, she smiles at me placing her food infront of her as she sips on her drink.
she studies me and i close my laptop completely glance at the small girl, she looked exactly like jellybean.
“everything okay?” she nods pulling books out of her back pack and plugging her headphones into her iPod.
i open my laptop and start typing again inspiration flowing through me. we stay like this for awhile, me working on my story and the little girl writing what seemed like english homework whilst bopping her head to the music that filled her earphones.
she sighs heavily causing me to look up at her “im holly (y/l/n)” i smile “jughead jones the third” she chuckles.
“theres three of you named jughead” she giggles her laugh carrying through the diner, the dinner rush was over and most of the booths were now empty. it was just us, pop and a few local stragglers.
“you miss holly remind me of my sister” she raises her eyebrows “can’t say the same about you- my sister is way cooler than you” she sass’ and i laugh.
“how old are you holly?” “I’m 10, you?” “17″ i reply stealing one of her fries “hey!” she sulks.
“my sisters 17 too, she steals my fries too” i nod smirking to myself
“her names (y/n) we just moved her from san fransico, how olds your sister?”
i close my laptop setting it aside “my sister is 10 years old same as you her names jellybean” she laughs again “is there three jelly beans too?” i shake my head “nope just the one and only”.
she pops a few fries in her mouth “can i ask you a few questions?” i chuckle “haven’t you just been doing exactly that?” she shakes her head.
folding my arms across my chest i decide to give in “fine, i’ll bite”
a take a swig from the saucer infront of me “are you writing about that dead kid?” i spit out my coffee choking slightly.
“yes or no?”
“do you ever take that beanie off?”
“not even when you shower” she pesters
i lean forward “i even poop with it on” she giggles and makes a disgusted face.
“my turn” she nods
“what are you listening to?”
“music” i roll my eyes gesturing for her to go on “right now- all time low”
“why are you at a diner asking a stranger at 10pm personal questions?”
her eyes widen “wait your not a murder right?” i cock my eyebrow “maybe”
“my sister was supposed to come meet me here for dinner after she’d finished work that was” she pauses looking down at her watch
“3 and a half hours ago”
i brush my thumb against my lips “is that true?” she shrugs smirking mischievously to herself.
“do you want to use my phone to contact your sister?” she shakes her head frantically “NO”
i lean back in the booth smiling maniacally crossing my arms infront of my chest “so you sister doesn’t know your here?”
she sinks lower into the booth sipping her milkshake shamelessly
“she’s probably worried about you”
the younger girl looks up sadly before her eyes drift over to the entrance the bell chiming indicating a new customer “crap!” she ducks underneath the table hiding herself behind my legs.
“hey!” i complain as the girl hugs my legs.
i scoff and turn and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of pop’s. her (y/h/c) was dripping wet from the downpour outside yet it still looked incredible.
her clothes hugged her figure as the water drops from the fabric to the clean tiles. her eyes scan the booths looking for someone.
she walks over to pop worry evident on her face “hey I’m looking for my little sister she’s 10 but this high, brown hair” she gestures with her hands “her names holly”
i clear my throat pointing to my booth, as the younger girls back pack and homework sprawled out on the table top.
she mutters a thank you before approaching my booth, she breathes a sigh of relief as she realises that the back pack indeed belonged to her younger sibling.
“you must be holly’s sister?” she nods rocking awkwardly on her heels “(y/n) (l/n) I’m sorry if she’s been bothering you- and you are?” she smiles down at me her cheeks tinting red in the warm diner.
“jughead jones-” i pause “the third” she giggles nd boy do i have to contain myself from drooling.
“there’s three of you named jughead?” she continues giggling covering her mouth and apologising “oh god I’m sorry i shouldn’t be laughing” i chuckle to myself smiling up at the girl.
“its fine, your sister actually said the exact same thing” she widens her eyes and drops to her knee spotting her younger brunette sister curled up at my legs.
“holly!” she scolds “get out and leave the poor boy alone” i try and hide my smirk.
“his name is juggie and he’s my friend” she retorts.
“its fine (y/n) honestly i have a little sister the same age, its harmless really” she shakes her had dipping back under the table.
“you give me no choice” i watch as the (y/h/c) girl moves under the table trying to grab her younger sister from underneath the table.
squeals fill the diner until holly pops out of the booth her sister trying to follow suit only to bash her head on the table and aggressively grab my thigh in the process of a line sentence of cussing.
i lean down to her offer my hand “you okay?”
she clutches her head with one hand and she grabs mine with the other allowing me to pull her up into the seat beside me.
“id like to say that karma for laughing at my birth name?”
she giggles still wincing in pain “atleast theres no gum in your hair” i muse smiling at the mystery girl.
“this day keeps getting better” she smiles sarcastically
“c’mon holz mums worried sick i need to get you home, so say goodbye to your new found friend and lets go. no more running away” she nods sadly rolling her eyes at her older sister.
“can we come back here tomorrow” she whines as the older girl packs away holly’s books into her backpack.
“i don’t know holly I’m already swamped in school work we can’t be coming here on a daily basis i can’t watch you all the time” the younger girl looks disappointed.
“i’ll be here” i speak up the two girls turning to look at me “if you don’t have the time you can drop her off and illl look after her for an hour or two”
she sighs looking at her sister as she stands on her knees begging her sister
“please please please”
she looks at me biting her lip “i don’t know holz”
holly’s face drops disappointment clearly evident on her face.
“you can come too, bring your homework if you feel up to it” she smiles at me before slipping out of the booth “i’ll think about it”
i nod a smile creeping on my face.
“c’mon holly say bye to jughead” she smiles at me giving me a fist bump before walking to her sister.
“thank you, for looking after her. i know not everyone is wired to be kind to a young lost girl. i owe you one”
“if you come tomorrow ill make it even” he says hopeful wanting to know more about the beautiful new girl.
“maybe, goodnight” she places her hands on her sisters holders and guides her toward the exit looking back one last time to send a small smile my way.
there was something about her and i couldn’t quiet put my finger on it but i had to know her.