Bug head writing prompt "I could kiss you!" One of them figures out something for the other and the latter gets so excited or happy they either kiss the person or exclaim that they want to...
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It was dead silent in the students’ lounge that
Tuesday in free period. Being one of the
rare days that the sun was showering the small town of Riverdale with its rich,
warm rays, every student was out in the backyard, soaking up the much needed
vitamin D. That of course didn’t apply for Jughead Jones whose mainly attitude
and way of life was far beyond from sunshines and rainbows.
He threw his bag at the couch at the center of the room carelessly and mentally let a happy sigh of relief that the only sound around him was him thinking. He pushed some coins into the venting machine paying for a very small, much to his dislike, pack of chips and some Skittles, the boy always up for an unhealthy snack, peaking out of the window mindlessly as he waited for the machine to deliver the goodies. Amongst the sea of high schoolers, he could see Archie along with Reggie and Moose and other jocks engrossed in a low-key baseball match in all their Bulldogs’ glory of heavy laughter and dude jokes and Veronica sporting some oversized, designer sunglasses while sunbathing on the grass along with other cheerleaders while Cheryl Blossom was some benches away with Josie and the Pussycats, the girls watching something on an iPad and swaying lightly to some beat. Jughead didn’t feel even the slightest of need to join them.
With snacks in hand, the boy threw himself on the couch and got comfortable, resting his legs on the coffee table in front of him and crossing them at the ankles, his mind briefly wandering to the bubbly blonde his eyes didn’t quite catch outside, enjoying the nice day. He hoped she wasn’t with her face buried in some book at the library or squishing her mind for ideas in the Blue & Gold; she studied and worked too much for her own good. Thinking that maybe he hadn’t notice her presence outside – something much more than doubtful because he was always aware of her presence without even looking up – but making a mental note to check up on her in a while, Jughead opened his laptop on his lap and double clicked on the document that held his precious novel, feeling his fingers itching to put on paper the words that danced all day in his mind.