Big Book of One-Shots

Jughead Jones #1

Okay, I have quickly become extremely obsessed with Riverdale, and mainly Jughead! I love the new twist on the character, and I absolutely love the way that Cole Sprouse portrays him, so I needed to write something for him.

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   You had just moved back to Riverdale after three years of being away. You were excited to see all your old friends again and to see what they were like now; especially your old best friend, Jughead Jones. You had both been pretty devastated when your mom told you that she had gotten a job that required you to move. You two had kept in touch for almost two years after that, but it faded to a couple text messages here and there, until the two of you just completely stopped. For the last two years you hadn't seen or heard anything from your absolute best friend in the entire world.

   Your mom had sent you to pick up your takeout at the local diner and your personal favourite place to eat; Pop's.  Jughead and you used to come here all the time, every friday night you would sit at the same table and just talk about life, that booth was your happy place. Walking in, Pop comes from behind the counter to greet you.

"(Y/N), I didn't know that you were back in town, how are your parents?" He asks.

"They're great, they actually sent me to pick up our food. You know that none of us can resist your burgers" you smile at him.

"Well, I will get that ready for you, it'll take a minute so, make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you Pop"

  
    You look around the room and notice that the place is completely empty except one person; you didn't expect anything different at this time on a Friday night. The boy looked to be about your age with black hair covered by a beanie, he was typing away furiously on his laptop.

    Damn, he is attractive!

   He also happened to be sitting in your favourite booth. You decide to go talk to him, maybe you'll have a friend before you start school in a couple days.

   Standing next to the table, you greet him, "Hello, would you mind if I sat?"

"Why?" He asks, not looking up from his laptop.

"I don't know, maybe so we can have a conversation? Doesn't seem like you've got a line up of people wanting to talk to you." I sassed.

"Fine, whatever" he agrees, not looking at you still.

"Thank you" I reply politely, sitting down across from him, "I'm starting to understand why people aren't fighting to be your bestie."

"I really don't care if people like me, I'm fine on my own." He rolls his eyes at you.

"Wow, you're really hot, shame about the personality though" you snark

"Well, I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you" he tells you sarcastically.

"Whatever. What are you writing?" You ask, pointing to his laptop.

"A novel" he answers.

"About?"

"What happened here this summer, the murder of Jason Blossom" he says flatly.

"Interestic topic" you try.

"Order for (L/N)" Pop says, bringing the bag of food to the table and placing it in front of you, " It's good to see you two back together again, and in your booth too. You know (Y/N), Jughead never sits at a different table, even in all the time that you were gone."

   Pop smiles at the two of you before making his way back behind the counter.

"(Y/N) (L/N), is it really you?" Beanie boy asks you, losing the grumpy attitude instantly, closing his laptop he just stares at you wide eyed.

   He searched your face like he was trying to memorize it. he had a look of pure joy on his face and you assumed that you had the same look. You had missed him so much, and now he was right here in front of you again, you were overjoyed to have your best friend back.

"The one and only" you answer happily, " you look different Jug."

"So do you" he answers with a grin, "I didn't even recognize you."

"Did you really always sit here?" You question.

"Every Friday, six O'clock on the dot" He answers, "I guess I just hoped that one day you'd come back through those doors and everything would go back to the way it used to be; you and me against the world."

"That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard Jug" you say, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks, "I guess your wish finally came true."

"I guess it has" he smiles, "come on, let me walk you home, I haven't seen your parents in ages."

The two of you stand and he packs up his bag, before throwing the strap over his shoulder.

"They have definitely missed you" you beam, "but, not as much as I have."

"Good to know (Y/N), cause I have missed you to" He says, pulling you in for a tight hug.

  You stand there for a minute, just hugging, trying to make up for the years without eachother. His head rests on top of yours, while yours is laid on his chest.

"Damn, you got tall Jughead." You laugh from your place in his arms.

"I like it, I'm the perfect height to rest my head on yours" you don't have to see his face to know that he is smiling.

"You're such a dork." You laugh.

"I know, I got that from so many years of hanging out with you" He jokes as the two of you pull away from the hug. He grabs one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he grabs the bag of food with his other hand.

   You pay for your food and exit through the front door of Pop's into the chilly September weather, walking together down the sidewalk, hands clasped together tightly.

"Now, what's this about me being hot?" Jughead teases you lovingly.

"Shut up."