F L U F F
There he sat. There by the window typing fervently on his laptop. There you are sliding your arms around his neck burrowing your head in Jughead's neck your lips brushing his soft skin. He smelt of mint and a hint of cinnamon, he was warm and comforting, this was the moment where home went from being a place to a person. "Hey Juggie" you smiled into his neck as he chuckled lightly. "hey y/n" he smiled as you slid into the booth across from him. "So Juggie I was thinking about this novel" You grin. "Yes...?" He smirked a strand of his raven hair curling down his forehead. "When is it open to public viewing?" He thought at this furrowing his eyebrows. "Never, however, you may be an exception" you smile at this. Over the past few weeks Jughead had begun to work on a novel other than the one based on the Jason Blossom murder however he has not let anyone even you read it. "Juggie"
"Yeah"
"Can I read it?"
"Sure"
At that moment you felt Jughead stare at you, his hand under his chin looking at you a small smile plastered on his face. Outside it was raining, the rain pitter-pattering on Pops window. You didn't know where you stood in your relationship with Jughead and his beanie but you knew at that moment that something was blossoming in amongst the rain.
••••••
That night you laid in bed the lamp light casting a cosy rosy glow across your bedroom as the rain steadily fell on your tin roofed house. Word by word you read the thick stapler bound wad of paper. The paper even smelt of Jughead as you read. The words gripping you as you read the thick black ink words.
Chapter 45
The words were imbedded in his head. "At least we sleep under the same stars" for the remainder of the night the myriad of stars greeted him like and old friend, reminding him that she sleeps under the same stars as he did.
Your eyes grow sleepy but you smile as this sweet little paragraph made you crave the peppermint-cinnamon scent of Jughead with his arms around you. After ten more chapters you were finished but not before reading the authors note:
To this book my inspiration belongs to a girl who would dance in the rain and sing to the stars. Her name is y/n. I see her every day, inhale her scent of perfume, I crave her every day. I love this girl and I'm holding onto a thread of hope that she may love me back. She will have read this story by now. Here is some hope for you y/n. We sleep under the same stars.
Love from your Jughead
xxoo
At this your phone buzzed.
Juggie☕️😍
So you like the story?
You
• • •
You
Yeah I love it. I also love the authors note at the end😉👏🏻
Juggie☕️😍
☺️
You
You know Juggie I've loved you for a while now.
Juggie☕️😍
Really?
You
Ahh....yeah
Juggie☕️😍
I love you too
• • •
You up for pops tomorrow?
You
I'm so tired Juggie from reading and it is 11:58 so can I please go to sleep? And yeah let's call it a date 😉😊
Juggie☕️😍
Okay goodnight 😍
You
Goodnight ❤️
••••
The next day as soon as you walked into pops with your rain drenched hair and woollen sweater and the sound of rain in your ears, you knew when you saw Jughead this was where you were meant to be. He smiled, his adorable face looking at yours. You were where you were meant to be. In his arms. Smelling his scent of mint and cinnamon.
His lips on yours.
Your body heat shared.
Where you were meant to be.
