Imagine finding out about Jughead’s living situation and offering to sneak him in your room every night so he has a place to sleep
“I-I don’t think that would be a good idea Y/N.” Jughead said, with a hand gripping the strap of his backpack. “What if your parents find out?”
You shrugged your shoulders, and let out a sigh. “Then they find out. But I don’t care. I would rather get in trouble than know you are out in the street with nowhere to go.”
A smile crept up on his face as he took in every word you spewed.
“Now lets go to Pop’s. Get you a burger and fries.” You muttered. “Don’t worry, its my treat.”
Jughead chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he quickly glanced around before looking back at you. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
You both started toward your car, your arms crossed over your chest. “You know, I ask myself that same question. I am pretty great.”