it had gone over a week since the night of the party, and jughead hadn't heard a single word from archie. they both know that they needed to talk, something just seemed off, but neither of them actually wanted to.
but eventually, archie at least got something; a letter to be specific. his dad had given it to him in the morning, but he didn't bother opening it until after dinner, but when he saw that it was jugheads handwriting, he wished he would have opened it earlier.
'archie i'm going to be honest with you, i have no idea what i'd say to you if i talked to you face to face or called you; that's why i'm sending you a letter instead.
i like you a lot, like, a LOT, and i'm pretty sure you like me a lot too. but for this to work out, you need to get sober archie, i mean it.
i know that you have a bad habit of drinking your problems and feelings away, but; i miss you so much. i miss you sober. is it me that makes you sad? am i causing the feeling you're so desperatlly trying to ignore?
you used to always tell me to never stop believing and fighting. if you want to believe in something, it's that nothing lasts forever, not even us. but if you want to fight for something you can start with us.
i really need this to work out.
figure your shit out and call me, text me, write me a letter, i dont care what you do, just please make this work.'
archie starts crying while he reads it. he's unsure what to feel, yet he feels everything at once.
he never wanted to hurt jughead, but he realizes he failed trying not to.
last summer, everything seemed to work out so good, if only he wouldn't have left jughead, and expect it to work a second time maybe they wouldn't have end up like this.
archie blames himself for it, and it hurts so much because; he really likes jughead. he loves jughead, and he has fucked up once and for all.
archie doesn't know if he wants to write jughead a latter, or call him, or see him. well, actually, he wants all of it but doesn't know what's best, so he doesn't do any of it, he's too scared he will just hurt jughead even more.
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midnight calls | jarchie
Fiksi Penggemarjughead and archie did something last summer, that they both try to move on from, but sometimes it's hard to let go of something. [guys if you liked this, check out flower boy, a non-fanfiction gay story written by me]