JugHead x Reader

Another Writer

Word Count; 1805
A/N: hope you enjoy this! My laptop crashed once again and I lost my freaking request list, I really have to start writing that down on paper oh my god. Much love guys ❤️

     Sitting next to a boy who spends all his time writing is a little intimidating to a girl who also writes, although he doesn't know. He concentrates so hard on the screen in front of him he doesn't notice the clicking of my keyboard. I don't write as much as him granted, mostly because he has a broad and interesting subject to write about. He has something to say that most people want to hear. Me on the other hand, not so much. I have a subject that is more personal, and outside of the public's interest, my muse is more personal. The boy whom I sit next to while he writes will never know of my writings because he is the muse, and I can't bear the thought of him finding out.

     Often, I watch him while he is busy at work, his brows furrowed in concentration. The screen illuminating his face, bringing some light into his blue eyes that the dim lighting of the diner tries to hide. I notice the small things, the way he bites his lip, the small sighs he lets out when he is stuck, the way his eyes dart across the screen repeatedly while he reads and proof-reads and double proof-reads his work. His little curls that poke out of his crown-shaped beanie and how they fall over his face, the small smirk that comes across his face when he is proud of what he's written, and how he'll always celebrate with another milkshake, usually courtesy of me because I always offer.

     I notice the flash of unsureness when I offer to buy his milkshake, he seems to get uncomfortable and feel bad when people buy things for him, but I insist. I notice we have the same conversation every time it happens, he gets his proud little smirk and I smile up from my own screen and laugh. "Did you like what you read?" I'll ask, and that's when his gaze captures mine. "I sure did." He'll reply, standing from the booth quickly, almost as if he's trying to beat me up because he also knows what's coming. "Oh, no you don't, milkshake is on me." And there's the flash of unsureness I was talking about. "You don't have to do that Y/N, I can buy my own milkshakes." He'll try to argue, but I'm stubborn. You'd think he'd learn not to try to fight with me on things like this, I stand my ground and I don't ever give up. Although I admire his own persistence too, we are both stubborn I guess and I quite enjoy our little quarrels on stupid things.

      "I don't want you to spend a dime of your money on a milkshake, you're not in the best situation." I'll say, trying to coax him to let me just buy his milkshake, and he'll chuckle. "You aren't in the best situation to either." I roll my eyes and make my way to the counter. "I'll survive Juggie, sit down and I'll take care of it." I'll call over my shoulder, and he'll reluctantly sit. Day after day this happens, and day after day I buy him his milkshake.

     It may sound like I understand this boy like the back of my hand, and on most things I do, but I still get confused. I notice things about him that I can never sort out, but it's mostly because of my own doing. I notice the way he smiles at me, it's different from how he smiles towards others. To normal people, he just gives his signature smirk, but to me, especially when we are alone, I get a smile. I can never tell if it's because I'm his best friend, or if it's because he likes me more than he likes other people, I wonder if it's because he may replicate my feelings I feel towards him.

     Sometimes he'll pull me away from the group while we are at school and they are all doing something the both of us don't like, or just when he doesn't think they'll notice. He'll grab my hand and take me to the Blue and Golds office, an empty classroom, or we'll just leave school all together and go to Pops. Most of the time he'll pull his laptop out once we are alone and he'll start to write, making very small talk. Once I asked why it's only when he is alone with me he said "I only write when I'm around you because you're quiet and don't ask me too many questions. Anyways, I like spending time with you." That was all the answer I needed, but it still confused me in some way. Why doesn't he like spending time like this with anyone else?