Last December

Chapter 01: Archie fucking Andrews

A/N: This story will have Jarchie as the main relationship. However, we also portray Swangs and Veggie (plus, minor Beronica can be interpreted).
Furthermore, this story is kind of split into two years (2023 for uneven chapters and 2022 for even ones, so past and present).
The chapter lengths will wary (from 1k to 3k words) but we're updating every day for twenty days, so cut us some slack.
Hope you enjoy and have an amazing December.

December 19th, 2023, 10:34pm.

But here we are again
with family or friends.
Some extra time to spend
and I'm not mad about it.
Don't waste a dime on me,
just want your company
beside a Christmas tree.

"Another year"
by FINNEAS.

"My God" Jughead rubbed his temples before rolling down the window of the car "I told you to be ready at 10, what's so damn hard to understand??" He yelled up at the apartment complex. A few seconds later, Fangs peaked out of a window.

"Pea can't find his sock, sorry!"

"Shut up, Fangs!"

"Forget about a stupid sock, just get your damn gay asses down here!" Jughead sighed and took a sip of his coffee.

"Stop yelling!" Some stranger yelled, throwing the window to his apartment shut. When Jughead still couldn't see his friends anywhere close, he got out his phone. 10:34pm. He arrived 94 minutes ago. With a twelve hour drive in front of them, Jughead planned to leave at 10pm. He already put in some extra time for the two men because he knew them but apparently not enough.

Fangs finally appeared in the review mirror.

"Oh thank God" Jughead got out of the car and went to take two of his bags. Opening the trunk was a struggle but eventually, Jughead opened it.

"Okay, I have to hold this up, so just try to get everything inside" He explained and Sweat Pea nodded, doing so. He had to push the last two bags inside with full force — to which Fangs cried out because 'Pea, the presents!". Jughead rolled his eyes and tried to shut the trunk again, which only worked with the help of Sweat Pea though 'because the axes is screwed up'.

"You really can't hurry up, can you?" Jughead mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Ugh, why are you so cranky?"

"I'm not-!" He huffed "I'm not cranky, okay? It's just that we're already an hour too late. I haven't slept in over 30 hours, run on coffee and fast food and I really don't want to deal with you two now" Jughead was about to add something when someone stepped outside. It was an elderly women, who wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself as she squinted at the boys.

"Fangs, is that you, honey?" She eventually asked and Fangs groaned, though nodded.

"Yes, it's us. Go to sleep, granny"

"Oh it's only 10, honey, don't be ridiculous"

"You call your neighbor 'granny'?" Jughead snickered.

"Yes, because she's my grandmother, Jones" Fangs grumbled — to which Jughead just started laughing. He had to bend over, resting his hands on his thighs, to keep from falling over completely. It was probably just the sleep deprivation.