You were sitting in your usual
booth at Pop’s Diner, revising some maths equations while you waited for your routine
chocolate milkshake to arrive. You usually did this, as you didn’t like
studying at home. You preferred noisy surroundings, as it motivated you to keep
focused. Whenever you were studying you never invited anyone to sit with you at
the diner, not even Jughead, your best friend for four years; so you were
surprised when he sat down across from you.
You looked up at him with a
questioning look, Jughead usually only popped up randomly when he was interrogating
people, “Hello,” you greeted him.
He didn’t reply, just watched
as your long awaited milkshake was placed on the table by a nice waitress, and
stole the cherry off the top.
“You’re lucky I don’t like
cherries,” you said to him, knowing he already knew that, “Is there a reason to
your sudden appearance during my study time?”
He finally spoke, “Something
tells me you’ve been keeping information from me.”
You raised your eyebrow, while
you took a sip from your milkshake.
He elaborated, less interrogative
now, more caring, “You’ve been acting weird around me lately, and I haven’t
stopped thinking about it.”
Although your heart skipped a
beat in panic, you kept a straight face. You realised lately that you’ve
actually grown feelings for the boy with the dark brown locks. You hadn’t
realised but it has made you hyperaware of everything you did around him,
careful not to be too flirtatious in case he picked up on it. You couldn’t bear
the thought of ruining your friendship.
“Y/N?” Jughead clicked his fingers in front of your
“Sorry, I just,” You tried to
find an excuse, “I’ve been stressed about school, that’s all.”
He squinted at you in
disbelief, “I know when you’re lying Y/N, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?
Have I done something?”
You took another sip of your
milkshake, debating a reasonable answer, “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I
can’t. And no you haven’t done anything.”
“You know you can tell me
anything, you’re my best friend,” Jughead told you.
You looked up at him and
nodded, “I know, but not this.”
“Fine, I’ll leave it alone for
now but I will get an answer, don’t you worry,” Jughead said and with that he
got up and walked out of Pop’s, leaving you to your study and thoughts about
the boy in the crown beanie.
You were lying in bed later
that night, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when you heard a knock at
your window. You jumped when you saw a silhouette outside, but then looked a
little closer to see the facial features of none other but Jughead. You put
your phone down and walked over to the window to open it to let him in.
“Hey,” Jughead greeted you,
climbing up the ladder he somehow found, into your bedroom.
You shook your head at his
antics, a smile of amusement on your face, his weirdness will forever be
“Mind if I stay for a bit?” He
“Sure,” you said, walking back
over to your bed to lay down.
Jughead slipped off his shoes,
walked over and laid down next to you. You both were just laying on your backs,
staring up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.
You spoke up, “Is there a
reason you came to my house at 9pm at night?”
“You still haven’t told me what’s
wrong,” He blatantly answered.
You sighed, “Right.”
He turned his head to look at
you, “Please? Can you tell me what’s wrong? I feel like I’m not being a good
friend by not knowing.”
You turned your head to him as
well, staring into his eyes, those eyes you’ve grown to love, “I already told
you, I can’t.”
He looked annoyed all of a
sudden, “Whatever, don’t tell me then.”
You sat up, surprised by his
annoyance, “Juggie, c’mon, I’m not keeping it from you to hurt you, I can’t
tell you cause…” you sighed, “I-I just can’t, please don’t be mad.”
He sat up too, annoyance gone,
replaced with a mischievous look, “Fine, I’m just gonna have to tickle it out
Your eyes widened in panic,
you hated being tickled, you hated it, you were the most ticklish person ever,
but before you could react, he’d already started on your sides.
“Jughead,” you laughed, “Please,”
another laugh, “Stop!”
He didn’t oblige, you fell
back, trying to get away but he stopped you by straddling your hips. He moved
his hands up to your neck, tickling you feverishly and deviously, giving you no
“How,” laugh, “am I supposed,”
laugh, “tell you,” laugh, “when you’re,” laugh, “doing this!” You choked out.
He stopped, hands placed
softly on either side of your neck and somehow his face had gotten closer to
yours. He looked at you expectantly,
waiting for the answer he so dearly wanted. Out of habit your eyes flickered to
his lips, and when you looked back up there was a look of realisation on his
face. Panic filled you, realising how obvious you had just been, but you
thoughts were silenced when you felt a pair of lips on your own.
Jughead was kissing you.
Your eyes fluttered shut,
melting into the kiss. It was everything you had imagined and more. After a few
moments, he pulled away. You opened your eyes to a smiling Jughead, and you
Going out for drinks with a friend tonight and for some reason felt like posting a selfie cause I kind of like my hair and dress today. Anyway, sorry for my silly face on your dash, may delete tomorrow when feeling weird about it again. But anyway, hope y'all have a nice Saturday evening! Xx