The Outsiders

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A/N: italics= flashback
Bold italics = flashback within a flashback (crazy right?)

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Y/n was currently facing upside down, hanging off of Archie's bed, on her phone watching a Mukbang of an Asian man eating raw salmon.

Archie and jughead were currently playing a loud game together, which was getting on her nerves because the noise was coming past her headphones of the asmr.

The sound of swords slicing filling the room.

"You Gotta stop blowing me up." Jughead said spamming the controller.

"You're going the wrong way." Archie said.

"What are you doing?" Jughead asked

"You're going the-" Archie was saying.

"What are you doin-" jughead was asking.

"-Could you guys be any louder?" Y/n asked taking off her headphones. She then grabbed Archie's pillows and threw it at the both of them.

"Sorry y/n." Archie said.

"Yea, sorry y/n." Jughead said throwing the pillow back at her, causing her to glare at him.

"You guys stink. Literally." She told them.

"Go back to watching your weird asmers videos." Archie said to her.

"It's A S M R." She corrected him and grabbed the pillow and smack him in the face with it.

He caught it sadly.

Archie's dad, Fred, came in the room.

"Hey, guys, getting pretty late...
And... Whoa! It's kinda ripe in here.
Does someone wanna open a window?" Fred asked.

"I got it." Archie said.

Archie got up and went to open his window. Passing y/n on his way there.

She deadpans at him. 'Bruh.' She thought.

"You settling in, Jug?" Fred asked.

"Oh, completely. It's like Archie and I are just roommates in a college dorm." Jughead said.

"Oh, great. What does that make me, the RA?" Fred asked.

"No, you're the third roommate." Archie said.

"So what does that make me?" Y/n asked them.

Archie and jughead glanced at each other.

"The janitor." They said in unison.

She frowned.

"I'm not cleaning your room." She walked towards mr Andrews and went to stand outside of the but also leaning against the door frame.

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