YELLOW || Jughead Jones

04

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Chapter song: "Use Me" Miguel
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"Hi."

One word, a small greeting spoken by a voice so soft and intriguing. Jughead knew that voice, but carrying on with nonchalant demeanor, he finished opening his laptop before meeting the eyes across from him. He hid his shock well, or so he thought, seeming as Samantha noticed it right away. She notices more about him than she would like to admit. Jughead quickly composes himself as best as he could due to the circumstances, and raises his eyebrows towards the blonde beauty seated directly in front of him. Biting his check in confusion and swallowing a small lump in his throat, Jughead responded.

"Hi?"

Quickly becoming aware of the awkward air surrounding them, Samantha is rethinking her decision. Deciding it's to late to turn around Samantha introduces herself.

"I-I'm Samantha..Cross, Samantha Cross." The girl nods along with her words, almost as if she was approving her own statement.

"I know." Responds Jughead.

This time it's Samantha raising her eyebrows in shock, but masking her confusion with confidence and amusement. "Oh you do, do you?"

The Jones boy realizes his mistake and quickly stutters out a response, and the fake confidence he had crumbled to the ground.

"Well, i mean yeah- I know everyone i-it's a small town." Closing his eyes in embarrassment, and thinking to himself how much he hates himself, he takes a breath. Opening his eyes, he finds Samantha looking at him while trying to contain a smile, but he can clearly see the amusement swirling in her eyes -but he misses the admiration that is also shown in her blue orbs.

Sighing, Jughead hangs his head in utter defeat and embarrassment. Picking it back up he makes it a point to withhold eye contact with a false mask of impudence.

"I'm Jughead. Jughead Jones... the third."

Samantha lets a small smile slip across her face, "I know."

Letting his face fall in exasperation, he widens his eyes at her- slow blinking in her direction with complete irritation. Samantha lets a small giggle fall from her lips, and glances down to the table, and back up to the boy with a smile. Her smile, it immediately made him content, he started to smile back at her. He took this time to marvel at her, to really notice things about her up close, things he couldn't see from across the diner or from the opposite ends of their English classroom.

Little did he know she was doing the same. She was noticing how his dark hair fell perfectly in front of his face, almost as if it was carefully placed there, she noticed how his eyes were so captivating up close- like there was a storm brewing in his grey blue eyes. His irises were the thunder clouds, Samantha hated storms ever since she was little, but she loved these ones. His eyes, the colour of liquid chromium with splashes of cyan, cause radiant beams of soft sunlight to reflect off his wisps of fallen hair generating a spectrum of iridescent colors.

Eyes are the first thing Samantha Cross notices about people. She's learned to read them, eyes tell so much about a person. You can tell a persons intentions if you look hard enough, you can see into the beholders past if you search long enough. The eyes capture the incoherent whispers of the moon, the whispers that turn campfire mumbles to legendary stories. Eyes always inspired her, whether it was the different colors or the stories she could see beneath them.

Continuing the conversation, Samantha gingerly points to his laptop, the same one he seems to carry everywhere he goes, "What are you writing?"

Snapping out of his gazing, "A novel, about Jason Blossom's death."

"Oh, that sounds, uh, that sounds lighthearted and family friendly." Her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Immediately catching on, Jughead continues the banter. "Yeah, my target audience is ages six to eight, you know? Teach the youth about how shitty people are early on."

Humming in approval and acknowledgment, "I always enjoyed murder mysteries for my light reading."

Slowly loosing the amusement, Jughead questioned, "You think Jason was murdered?"

"You really think a star athlete drowned?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"That's what his sister, Cheryl, told the police." He responded.

"Cheryl is literally the reason why redheads are dubbed the spawns of Satan." Samantha deadpanned.

Jughead let a small smirk cross his soft pink lips, and let out a chuckle. "True."

"But, I mean seriously, do you really think Jason Blossom of all people drowned? I mean the Grady twins wouldn't have gone boating at Sweetwater if the current was bad, plus it's a pretty calm river. Also, she said he was reaching for a glove, right? Well, if he dropped a glove and the current was so bad that caused him to drown when the boat tipped, the glove wouldn't stay near the boat. It would have drifted away immediately in the current." She said in all on breath while using wild hand gestures.

Deeply breathing in she focuses in on Jughead's smile that is getting larger.

"What? What are you smiling at?" Huffed the small blonde.

The smile becoming a full on smirk, "The Grady twins? From The Shining? That's gold."

Letting a small smirk of her own fall upon her lips, "I know, right? It only took me within less than thirty-five minutes of first seeing them to think of that one."

"They weren't even identical though." Jughead pointed out.

"Don't rain on my parade. Plus, they were creepy enough with their weird little matching outfits, and totally "non incest-y" sibling bond, alright."

"Alright." The boy said with a small laugh. "Non incest-y" he repeats under his breath and let out another laugh of pure amusement.

"I also have a theory that Jason was a girl. Did you notice his bone structure? It was Godsent." Samantha adds.

Snickering Jughead looks back up at her, "He did have good bone structure, didn't he?"

Leaning back in satisfaction of having someone else behind her theory, she looks at her phone to check the time.

"We have approximately thirty minutes until school starts. Would you, Jughead Jones the third, like to join me on my walk to hell itself?"

Closing his laptop he hadn't even powered on, he responded, "Why not, Samantha Cross. Seeing your face might just lessen the pain of walking into high school."

Acting unaffected from the compliment, but she was so affected, her blush could prove that; she stood up. "Well come on then Juggie, learning awaits."

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pastel-floyd (previously pastelpanic)