When I say I love you, its not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I'm in love with what you are, what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of y...
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"Anywhere, but home." Veronica whispered in his ear as Jughead came to a stop.
Jughead felt reckless and wild. He had been toeing the line for so long, practically his whole life. He knew what the dark side was, he watched it everyday growing up and it had slowly began to pull at him. Archie and Betty had been his anchors and even they were barely keeping him afloat. Now they had broken all ties to any hope Jughead had ever had to being good, of being worthy of good.
It was earth shattering, but not in a painful way. No, it was earth shattering in the most freeing of ways. Jughead had lost a lot in his life but for the first time in his life he truly had nothing to lose.
He had been scared instead of Betty dragging him into the light he was beginning to drag her into the dark and that scared him more than being in dark all alone and she must have noticed too. So she let him go after he decided to join the Serpents. That decision had broken something in their relationship. Something in them had been failed to be pieced back properly. He could easily dismiss her kiss with Archie, but it had left another crack. A crack he realized ran way to deep.
Maybe he realized too late there so many other things dragging Betty into a darkness of her own. Riverdale was dark enough without corrupting it's perfect girl next door.
The most hurt came from realizing that he had been a consolation prize their whole relationship. No consolation was not the right word. Betty had gotten carried away dating the weird kid from the bad part of town and it excited the darker parts of her.
He was just something exciting for her. He was just a placeholder for Archie this whole time.
He glanced back at Veronica, she had been a placeholder too. His whole world came down around him and the one thing he had at the moment was some abnormal connection of circumstance with Riverdale's favourite socialite. The daughter of the man trying to ruin his life pretty words and blank checks.
He needed a smoke.
Jughead pulled out a smoke he had stashed up in his jacket pocket and tucked it between his lips, He felt Veronica shift behind him. He pulled out a matchbox.
"You are every stereotype." She whispered against his ear but her voice had a weight to it that was not her typical snark.
Before he could light a match Veronica snatched it from him. He turned to her assuming she was going to toss it and give some sanctimonious speech about destroying lungs and brain cells, but instead she lit it herself.
This was the closest they had ever been in their lives both physically and emotionally aside from the times they spent at Pop's with Betty and Archie. She was looking him dead in the eye and he could feel her breath mingling with his as she lit his cigarette with the match.
A very dark thought flashed through his mind the same one that had flashed through his mind countless of times.
I wonder what it would feel like to kiss Veronica?
