Type: idk,fluff?
Jughead sprints through the woods,leaving the 4 boys behind.
"Get back here Jones!!" One said.he was running away from some angry teens (that were ghoulies) he had stolen qsome weed and lost a game of poker but still took the money.
He jumped over streams,
avoided trees and tree stumps. The boys behind him stopped running,he looked back and slowed down confused until they started sprinting again but with handfuls of rocks.
"Shit" he cussed before running twice as fast as last time. He was trying to reach the tree house that was in the middle of the woods. He felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and tumbled down into the dirt.
"Ha! I got him boys!" A ghoulie exclaimed
"Is he dead?"
Jughead groaned in pain,he touched the back of his head before bringing his hand out in front of him that was covered in blood. Someone stepped in front of him,a red head wearing blue jeans. That's all he could make out since his vision was so blurry.
He heard shouting before he fell back into his old position again,knocked out.
after the kids left Archie turned around and shook him trying to wake him up.
"Jughead" he tapped his face before noticing blood on his hand.
"God..what have you gotten into now" he said to himself. He picked him up bridal style and started walking towards the treehouse Jughead was supposed to hide in. He managed to get them both up there without falling and leaned him against the wooden wall. He moved his head forward to try and make out where the blood was coming from. He sighed when he saw a split at the back of his head with thick blood pouring out. He took off the flannel around jugheads waist and applied pressure before putting his head back again. The flannel trapper between his head and the wall.
Archie tried everything to get him awake and was tempted to call the hospital but he woke up before he got the chance.
His eyes flickered open,his vision still quite blurry. The pain hit him quickly and screwed his eyes shut.
"Jughead" Archie said. Jughead flinched and opened his eyes again.
"Oh,Archie?" He looked around "where are we?"
"The treehouse. Now are you going to explain why I found you bleeding on the floor"
"Well,uh. I kinda sorta stole some weed and a bit of cash from the ghoulies"
"You what?!"
"Hey,it was on the table for a poker game"
"Then why were they chasing you?"
"..because,I was the one that lost"
"Oh my god Jughead. You shouldn't even be doing weed"
"Yeah well you aren't my mother Archie"
He sits up slightly before taking the jacket off his head.
"That's a lot of blood"
"Yeah they got you pretty good"
"The rock got me pretty good, not them. They have terrible aim,they missed several times"
He gets on his knees and shuffles forwards
"Woah,we're do you think you're going?"
"..home?"
"Not like this,you have a concussion and you need stitches"
"It'll heal on its own,I'm fine"
"Whatever you say"
Jughead gets out of the tree house,making it to the mud again.
"See" he says shrugging. He turns around and goes to walk away but everything appears dizzy,he kneels down and holds his head.
"Told you,you can't walk"
"Shut up,yes I can" he says standing up. He holds onto the ladder trying to stop the dizziness
"Aren't you going to walk"
"..I can't" he grumbles.
"What was that?" He teases
"Just fucking help me Andrews"
Archie climbs down the ladder and holds him up.
"My car isn't too far from here. I'll take you to mine"
