Our Lustful Summer

Chapter Three: Those Summer Nights

Disclaimer: This chapter is a flashback to when Jug and Archie had their "Lustful Summer", in case any of you get confused. Thank you, and enjoy! :)

(Jughead's P.O.V.)

It was the weekend of July 4th,  and Archie and I had been planning to take a road trip out of Riverdale for the weekend to hang out,  as it had been awhile since we had spent a fair amount of time together.

I was just at packing up some clothes for the trip at my place, also known as the Twilight Drive-In, to get ready to meet Archie. As I was doing this, I felt a smile creep up upon my face.

"I'm really excited for this trip," I said loudly to myself, looking in my mirror afterwards with a surprised look upon my face.

"Wow, that was pretty loud." I added, laughing at myself after.

As I continued packing, my thoughts started to race in my head like an angry bee ready to sting his prey.

I wonder if Archie is excited about the trip as well. I mean, I don't know why he wouldn't be, but I mean I'd hope he is anyways.

Unless, he decides to bail on the last minute.

I had to get that thought out of my head; although it had been lingering there ever since him and I made these plans.

Why would I care if he did in fact cancel? Maybe he has other things to do, such as prepare for school, or maybe his dad really needs him to help him with a last minute construction project.

Even though I knew it was July 4th weekend and that the construction site would be closed until the following week, it still was a worry of mine.

Every scenario chilled me to the bone; even the ones that seemed the most unlikely (a zombie virus outbreak? Juggy, you've seen one too many movies my dear pal ); fuck, I had it bad for the ginger of my eyes.

I grabbed my things that I had packed and headed down to the Twilight Drive-In parking lot to wait for Archie.

(Archie's P.O.V.)

I was excited for Jug and I's roadtrip. I was all packed and ready to go, but I was just waiting on my dad to give me the keys to his car so that we could actually get on the road.

I was smiling like that stupid Cheshire Cat; I was surprisingly very excited to spend some quality time with Jughead. It's something we haven't done in a good while, ever since we started high school, and I've come to miss our great adventures that we've always had. When Jug asked me if I wanted to go away for a while, a little part of me blushed inside and was painfully flattered (in a good way, of course), but I kept my cool facade, like I always seem to do.

For a long while now, I've felt like Jughead was more than a friend to me. There'd been a few times that I've caught  him and I exchanging glances in the halls, those glances of lust and I felt as if everyone else disappeared and the only thing that mattered was that beanie wearing wonder of a guy. Something's drawn me to him since the end of our 8th grade year; something that was more than just friendship.

Long story short: I was giving a presentation on The Solar System for our science class, and some douche bags were insulting it throughout the entire thing, and then made fun of my intelligence when I provided a reference that they didn't think was a "correct one". After I sat back down, Jughead was up next for his presentation. As expected, they started mocking him as well (as they did for most of the class), and the way he stood up for me, as well as everyone else, was incredible. His presentation was on the human brain and teenagers, and how they relate, and man on man was it something to see. He started using the douchebags in the class as prime examples, and started his tangent by talking about "the desperate need for attention and acceptance by the barbarians of some classmates who couldn't care less, might I add, makes some certain people, perhaps some of which are in this class, feel the constant need to interrupt presentations or make fun of those who actually put time and effort into their projects, while they probably just smacked together the minute before class, and then blow it off as if school doesn't matter; as long as you have friends, everything's going to work out. These, my friends, are the lovely faces that you'll see at the McDonald's drive-thru, the guys who peaked in high school and decided not to try any longer. Get used to saying "would you like fries with that", because with the attitude and the mentality you have now, that's all you'll amount to."