Pretend you have taken the place of Betty. Don't read this if you haven't watched the season finale.
I drove fast, going just over the speed limit, towards The Whyte Wyrm, towards the thriving place of the dreaded Southside Serpents. I wasn't because of FP, or Joaquin or any of the other Serpents but one. Jughead. Everything was going smoothly. A knock on his trailer and a leather jacket was all it took. Then and there he went on the back of one of their motorbikes and left. Just left. It's like what we had said earlier didn't matter.
Tears spilled from eyes as these thoughts ran through my head. I wiped them away only to be replaced with more. Rain started pattering against the windshield when I parked outside the Whyte Wyrm, obviously in ceremony of my sadness. Loud voices bellowed from inside the bar, wood breaking cut the air like the crack of a whip. The vulgar sounds didn't stop me. I opened the door and creeper in, hoping no one would notice me, which was a fail. My light coloured clothes stood out against the darkness of the mood, not just the lighting or the clothes, the mood. A few people near the entrance muttered. "Whats a pretty girl like you doing here?" A rough voice said on my left. The man, around twice the size of myself, stood up from the table and ran his fingers down my arm. "Get away from me" I managed to keep In the anger that Veronica had taught me to use, but here it would only give me a black eye, so I dug my nails into my palms. "Why? What are you gonna do?" His mouth was inches away from my ear now.
"Hey buddy, mind moving away from my girlfriend" You heard Jughead's voice from behind the gargantuan man. "And who are you pipsqueak?" The man turned around.
"FPs son." He froze. I guess being the son of the leader of a gang has its positives "Now do you mind moving away" Obviously it was less of a question and more of a command. I felt blood hesting up the palms of my hands, I went too far again. I hurriedly wiped my hands on my shirt before Jughead took one. He lead me outside which was hailing by now, I guess snow was too soft.When I closed the door I opened my mouth to speak "Your girlfriend? Didn't seem like it earlier." Was all I could muster with the lump in my throat and my voice threateningly close to shaking. "Y/N. It's not like that." He pleaded
"Then what is it like? To me it seemed like you loved me for a bit, we made out a bit and now you don't love me" This time my voice faltered.
"I love you. I will never stop loving you" His eyes started watering. "Then why are with them? And don't say it's because no one wants you at home, that this is where your supposed to be or that you dont belong with us. Don't say that because I love you. Jughead, I really do, and if you love me you'll come home." Tears were streaming down my face and my speech came in inaudible garbles, but jughead somehow knew what I said. "Im here because I want my dad back. I'm trying to find out who supplied Clifford with the drugs. If I do then maybe my dad will get his act together, maybe mom and Jellybean will come home. If I can't find anything in the next 2 weeks, I'll come home." Tears fell down his face too. The thought of a future where Jughead is happy with his family was the only reason you let him stay with the Serpents. "How about I come here every day? Wear darker clothes?" I said with a chuckle which seemed to brighten Juggies mood. "I'll even give you my leather jacket" The one upside to him being a serpent was that he looked incredibly hot in that leather jacket. "Of course." I said before leaning into a passionate kiss.
We are going to get through this.~~~
Finally an imagine! Not a gif thing. Sorry this took so long. I would have published this like two hours earlier but I was listening to ABBA while writing this. I just love them. I swear I'm just a 13 yr old obsessed with old songs not a 70 yr old guy😂. What's your favourite song by ABBA if you know what they are ( mine are voulez vouz, does your mother know, mamma Mia and dancing queen) Oh I'm pathetic.
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Cole Sprouse | Imagines
FanfictionJust a hormonal teenager writing fantasies about her favourite person on the face of this Earth. ~~~