Who knew beanie boy

Chapter 2

Jug and Stella have nicknames for each other J for S= Buba S for J= Bubby. Warning mention of self-harm do not read if uncomfortable. Another warning lots of POV changes but it helps the story flow.
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Jughead's POV:

We arrived at her house at around 10:15. I spent the night at her house so many times in the past year we decided that I should have my own drawer in her dresser and a small spot in her closet.

"Here you go Jones. Stella said not even looking at me as she handed me sweatpants and a white tank top out of my drawer and colecting her own pyjamas. "Thank you Johnson." I replied taking my clothes and entered her bathroom so I could change.

I walked back into Stella's room to see my best friend in spandex and a Riverdale High Vixson cropped hoodie with an undershirt. She was on her bed looking through VHS tapes that we made as kids, just showing some random things we did as children. And of course all of our friendshipversereys. She looked up at me and asked, "What do you want to watch? A classic movie, or a home video?" "Classic movie." "Okay, which one?" "A horror movie. How about a Stephen King?" "Of course. What do you think about 'The Shining'?" "Nope I know you'll get a nightmare with that one. Do you like the idea of 'It'?" "Perfect only my favorite Stephen King movie."

I put the VHS into the VCR and press play.

"Woah, woah, woah. Forsythe what do you think your doing?" Stella asked while getting up from her bed. "I'm playing the movie, what are you doing?" "You know this isn't the drill when we watch movies. We go make our snacks BEFORE we press play." "We litterally just ate and you want more? Oh, who am I trying to impress I'm always hungry let's go."

I followed her to the kitchen. Stella was pretty short compared to me, I mean I'm 6 feet tall and she's 5' 3". She was trying to reach on the top shelf for the popcorn.

Stella's POV:

I was trying to reach for the popcorn when I feel a pair of strong arms lift me up towards the top shelf and I grabbed the popcorn. The pair of arms gently set me down, and I turned around to see Jughead looking at me with his hands still on my waist.

He pulled his arms away from me and said, "S-sorry it looked like you needed some help." "It's okay, I did. Who knew you were so strong." I replied while punching his arm lightly. "I'm really not you're just really light. Like how is it that we can stuff our faces every 30 minutes and not get fat."

I went from smiling to sorta fake smiling.

Jughead's POV:

Stella's smile grew to fake one, I instantly felt terrible. I completely forgot about her ED. She had been doing so well this past year it felt as if it didn't even happen.

"Right, how the hell aren't we fat." She did a fake giggle with a sigh.

She set down the bag of popcorn and walked back to her room grabbing an apple on the way out. I followed her but not fast enough because she already locked herself in the bathroom.

"Bubba please open the door I'm sorry, I forgot you've been doing so good. I don't want you to do something you'll regret in the future."

"Bubby I'm not doing anything I just need to be alone, don't worry" Stella opened up the door but walked back into the bathroom. I walk up behind her and hugged her.

Stella's POV:

I turned around in the hug so I could face him. He hugged me so tight that I feet dangled off the ground so I wrapped them around his waist and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.

Jughead's POV:

I walk back to her room with her still in my arms. I set her down on the bed and I walk back to turn off her light. As soon as I look back at my Bubba I see a tear roll down her face.

"Bubby I'm sorry, but it's not getting better. It's getting worse. Much, much worse." She said not meeting my eyes tears swelling and hers. "Bubba what do you mean it's getting worse."I sat down in front of her lifting her chin with one finger so she had no choice but to look me in the eye.

My best friend of 13 years silently lifted up her shirt just a bit and what I saw horrified me.

Stella had a really small waist, like really small. She always wore baggy sweaters no matter the weather therefore I couldn't tell. She also had fairly large scars and cuts on her stomach.

The girl I've loved all my life has been hurting herself. And I haven't even noticed. Tears started to form in my eyes but I try to fight them back.

"Oh, Bubba. Why?" I asked her while gently grazing my fingers over the scars and wounds, she winces at the pain and I quickly pull my hand away. "Bubby I can't even remember why I started. It gave me control over what had been happening, you know with losing Betty and Archie a few months ago. I guess I lost all control."

"Bubba I wish you would have come to me sooner." "I know Bubby, and I'm so, so sorry. Please just don't tell my parents." "Bubba you know I can't do that." "Bubby you know my parents as if they are your own. Don't tell them and just do what they would do." "Alright Bubba. I'll be doing daily checks on your torso, AND you'll need to tell me exactly how your day went when I'm not with you. Because rest assured I'm going to be by your side as much as possible. Got it." "Got it."

Stella's POV:

I can't believe I just told Jughead my darkest secret. I had been wanting to but never thought that I'd actually do it.

"Alright since you have an apple I'm going to press play." Jughead said as he walked over to the VCR and pressed the play button. He walked back over to the bed and sat down beside me. I shifted a bit so they my head was leaning on his shoulder. This was normal because I had fallen asleep during movies and my head always ended up on his shoulder.

Sometimes he would just move my body so that I was sitting in his lap and my head rested on his chest. Tonight was one of those nights, he'd been doing it a lot more often but I thought nothing of it.

His arms wrapped around my waist and held me close but gentle as if, if he'd let go I would leave forever. This time it felt much more warm, loving, and safe. I felt right.

All of the sudden my mind started racing. Do I like him? What?! Who do I feel like this. Why? Especially towards my best friend. OF THIRTEEN YEARS! Oh. My. Son of Odin. I like, no scratch that. I love my best friend more than best friend.

3rd Person's POV:

Both Stella and Jughead fell asleep wondering if the other liked them. Who knows a 13 year friendship might turn into something more.

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I have finally uploaded chapter 3. YAY ME! So I know I haven't introduced more than three characters but I'm working on it. There might be drama in the next chapter regarding towards both Betty and Archie. One more thing if any of you have no one to talk to I'm always here, don't be afraid to message me to talk or just to vent. It is not healthy to keep these feelings bottled up. Trust me speak from experince. The longer you wait to talk about these feelings the more it'll hurt in the future. I used to surround myself around people who put me down and who just didn't care about me. So please reach out. Talk. Get rid of fake friends. Cry if you need to cry. It's okay.

I truly love you ALL.

~Juggie with the ducklings~

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