My Muse || Jughead Jones Imagine
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Jughead Jones, a byronic hero, was intriguing to say the least. He was someone you could stare at for hours and never get bored. Maybe that’s why you started to draw him. You had always been into art but you just couldn’t find the right muse, until now. Jughead was sitting a couple booths in front of you doing god knows what on his laptop. Trying to be as inconspicuous as you could, you pulled out your notebook and started to sketch. What you have noticed all the times you’ve drawn Jughead, were the little facial expressions he made while typing on his laptop. He was cute to put it mildly. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he worked, or the faint smile that would make its way onto his face if he was pleased with his writing. Glancing up at him again so you could add to your drawing, you noticed he was looking out the window. As if he could sense you gazing at him, he looked at you. Immediately after making eye contact, you looked down at your notebook hoping he couldn’t tell how red your face was or the fact that you were drawing him. Taking a chance, you looked back to him, he was typing away like nothing even happened. Taking a deep breath in, you packed up your stuff and left.