B: Hey.
B: Hi.
B: Hello.
B: Good evening.
Jughead raised a brow at his screen as it lit up multiple times, closing his laptop and setting it aside.
B: Fuck, those all sent.
B: I'm not being crazy, I didn't know which one to send. I was brainstorming and somehow sent them instead of deleting them.
B: I'm sorry, can I restart?
B: Hi.
B: No.
B: Jesus Christ, I'm probably blowing up your phone. I really am sorry, I hope you're not doing something important.
B: Let me try one more time.
B: Hey.
He laughed at the multitude of texts on his screen, opening his phone and going to the messages app.
J: Good evening?
J: Are we going back to the 50s?
B: People still say good evening. Plenty of people say good evening.
J: Okay, whatever you say.
He could almost see her eye roll.
B: You know, I'm starting to think that you're mean.
J: Oh, now I'm mean?
J: First it was drummer boy, then every guy ever and now I'm mean.
B: Yep. Now you're in the mean guy category.
J: Can we change the name? I need something with pizazz.
B: You, a grown man, looked at that text which included pizzazz and said "Yes, this is the peak of my vocabulary. I must share this word with whom I am texting at this very moment."
J: Not exactly the words that went through my mind, but yeah. Close enough.
B: You're a dork.
J: I'm not the one who wrote a whole paragraph about it.
B: >:(
J: You are stuck in a whole different decade and it's becoming one my favorite things about you.
B: I need an explanation on how I'm stuck in a different generation.
J: All of your clothes are reruns from, like, Kohl's and it's cute, really. You pull them off, I never fucking could. I'd look like a dork walking out of my house. You, you make it cute, stylish, picture-worthy.
B: Picture worthy?
J: The worthiest.
B: Again, you are a dork.
J: If I was with you right now, I would totally bow.
B: I'm lying down in bed, how are you supposed to bow?
J: You get out of bed and bow. For a person who teaches the beginning of our next generation, you do like to play dumb.
B: That was not playing dumb, I just think getting out of bed to bow is pointless.
J: So what do you think I should do instead of bow?
B: I don't know, do that smirk thing you always do.
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Nobody Gets Me (Like You)
FanfictionA single night out turned into a relationship no one expected. Betty never imagined falling for Toni's drummer, Jughead Jones. For a moment, he was just another guy. He was a guy in Toni's band who she thought was good looking. That didn't mean she...
