Sunday evening, just about dusk, Jughead was seated on Archie’s front porch. His laptop’s cursor was blinking at him accusingly from the blank document, just as it had been for the last three days. Sighing loudly, Jughead closed the computer and began shoving it into his bag.
Archie looked up from his geometry book and lifted a single eyebrow at his friend, “Going?”
“Can’t get my thoughts in line tonight,” he replied, shrugging, “thought I might go for a walk.”
He couldn’t help but notice the slight frown that flashed across Archie’s face. Jug expected that Archie, more than anyone knew something was going on with him. He could tell Andrews was worried about him but didn’t want risk their newly mended friendship.
Rolling his eyes, Jughead dropped his bag back on the step and asked, “Can I crash here tonight?”
Obviously relieved, Archie nodded and bent his head back over his math work.
He headed down Archie’s street, wandering aimlessly further into the winding maze of the suburban neighborhood. Jamming his hands into his jeans, listening to Imagine Dragons blare from his earbuds, feeling his boots slam on the sidewalk, the cool air brought a bit of cohesion to the thoughts he wanted to share with Betty.
Jughead had read her letter a few hundred times now, each time he found new meaning in her words, until he was overwhelmed with it all. The thoughts slamming around the inside of his skull, mingling with images of blonde ponytails, tiny rows of diamond earrings, strawberry milkshakes topped with whipped cream, and that smile.
Jughead Jones always saw Archie Andrews as a threat. Everyone loved him. Betty, Veronica, Cheryl, Kevin. Meanwhile Jughead was a loner. People were afraid to approach him. Archie on the other hand, people flocked to. You had been best friends with the both of them for years, but the incident between the two of them forced you to pick sides. After what Archie did, you know you couldn’t forgive him, not yet. If Jughead was wary of Archie, you were beyond paranoid. You knew exactly what went down and didn’t trust Archie one bit. Imagine your frustration when your history teacher paired you up with Archie for the end of the semester project. Joy. You wished you were paired up with Jughead but because he was in a different class, there was no chance of that happening. You decided not to tell him about you and Archie being paired up. Jughead was Jughead and you knew he would be stressed out by it. Despite you attempting to keep it a secret, your boyfriend of ten months found out anyway.
One night, Jughead was walking to your house, preparing to surprise you. He had wanted to hang out with you that night, but you had texted him saying you had too much homework. Jughead, having nothing to do that Thursday night, thought he would come over anyway and try to help you with the geometry you hated so much. What he saw through the living room window boiled his blood instead. He saw you with Archie, the two of you sitting close together, talking about something. Even laughing together. He had to restrain himself from marching right up to your door and beating Archie up (like that could happen.) He left instead, deciding to go to Pop’s, fuming all the way.
The next day at school, you couldn’t find Jughead anywhere. He seemed to have disappeared. Until your off period that is. You were opening your locker, preparing to put your textbooks away when you heard,
“What were you doing with Archie last night?”
You rose your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s jealous tone.
“How’d you know about that?” You asked, turning to him. “Were you stalking me? Because jealousy isn’t cute on you, Jug.”
He shook his head.
“No. You said you had a lot of homework, and I know how you can get when you’re overloaded with work so I decided to come over. Try and help you out. Then I saw you and Archie laughing through your window, and well…” he trailed off, realizing how he actually sounded, cringing at his words.
“Oh, seriously?” you asked, annoyed. “You really think we would do that, Jughead? That I would do that?”
Jughead looked down and you scoffed, putting your books into your locker.
“No, I just—it’s just that—“
“We were working on a history project together. Then we began catching up. He was telling me about football and his music. That’s it.” you said.
Jughead’s eyes popped open.
“We had a history project?” he asked.
You burst out laughing and closed your locker.
“Wow. You were so busy focusing on me and Archie that you didn’t realize we had a project due today worth 25% of your grade. Typical Jughead. Do you even know who your partner is?” you asked, feeling pity for the poor guy or girl saddled with your boyfriend.
He shook his head and said,
“Okay, but I had a valid excuse, I was worried about—“
“If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up,” you said, as you reached out to hold his hand, the two of you walking down the hall.
Jughead grinned slyly at you before you finished your sentence,
“First by helping you with that project! Come on, you have three periods until history. I’m sure there’s some supplies from the art room we can use to pull this thing together!” you called as you ran down the hallway.
Jughead sighed before running to catch up with you. What had he done to deserve such an awesome girlfriend like you?
“If print Journalism is dead, why am I doing here?” The start of Betty & Jughead as the sleuthing reporters for the Blue and Gold~ love how they compromise with each other on the creative freedom and Betty’s happy face is adorable!