YELLOW || Jughead Jones

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Chapter Song: "Drone" by Chastity Belt
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Guilt, innocence. Good, evil. Life, death. As the shadows around Riverdale deepened, the lines that separated these polar opposites blurred and distorted.

"I'm guilty,"

Two words that changed everything in Riverdale. Two words Cheryl blurted out in her Biology class. But of what?

News of the Blossom daughters confession spread quick around the school. Rumors were flying around but nobody knew what Cheryl had truly done, all they knew was that she was guilty about something that had happened with Jason. Samantha was elated in the knowledge that her theory was being proven more and more. Silently reprimanding herself to not let her smile show to the other students, she speedwalks through the halls to find someone to brag too, that person being Jughead Jones.

Blue orbs dancing across the width of the school halls looking for Jughead, finally stop when they find him behind a small group of people. A smile slips onto the blondes face as she bounces over to him matching his pace. He doesn't notice her at first because he was walking with his head down and music blasting through his headphones that were placed firmly over his head and ruffled raven locks. After a second of observing him she bumps hips with him. He loses his balance and stumbles a bit then looks up, expecting it to be some jock that came to pick on him, but he is delightedly surprised seeing Samantha with a smile stretched across her star speckled face.

"What's got you so happy?"

"I'm walking on sunshine, Jug. Feelin' the breeze. Smelling the flowers. Cheryl is guilty of something, probably for murdering her hottie twin, and I couldn't be happier. I was onto the she-devil since the start, and my hard work is finally starting to pay off." Samantha beams with a smile, her step has a slight bounce to it, clearly portraying her happiness.

"Hard work?" Jughead smirks. "What work, Sam? Your subtle hatred towards the Blossom's and endless conspiracy theories aren't really work."

Completely emotionless she turns her head towards Jughead after loosing her smile. Jughead's smirk gets wider, as Samantha just narrows her eyes then bootybumps him harder. He loses his footing and drops to his knee to stop himself from face planting in the middle of the halls. Looking up in shock he sees Samantha smiling once again and can tell she's about to laugh at his misfortune.

"Rude."

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Every step he took was with grace. Every breathe he took was with ease. Every word that came from his mouth was poetry. He was a masterpiece. He was art. Oh, god. I sound fucking crazy. Sam thinks to herself as she was walking slightly behind Jughead as they head to her house. She had brought up their English project and proposed that they should get started on it. When she asked who's house he wanted to work on it at, he immediately turned down the idea of going to his place and said it would be better to go to Samantha's. The way he turned down the idea of working at his place so quickly was shocking to Samantha, his nervous tick of scrunching his nose and shifting from foot to foot also caught her attention. She was suspicious of his actions but let it go for his sake, she didn't want anyone digging into her personal issues, so she didn't dig into others.

Once they got to Samantha's house, she led Jughead to her room after asking if he wanted anything to eat. He politely declined, and bounded up the steep mahogany stairs after her. Opening her bedroom door, she looked to the floor a bit nervous. He walked through the door after she gestured for him to do so and his eyes widened at the sight of her yellow room. It screamed innocence, but Jughead knew better than to think Samantha Cross had any trace of innocence left in her.

"Holy yellow..." Jughead's voice trailed off as he gazed around the room.

"It's a lot, I know, but I like it." She said while scurrying past him to pick up the clothes and other things off the floor. "I'm sorry for the mess, it's pr-"

"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with a bit of mess." He cuts her off with a smile while still letting his eyes wander around the room.

He didn't know what he was expecting, but he couldn't imagine anything else for Samantha's room now that he has seen it. It suits her, it's bright like her, and has a sense of underlying mystery. The feeling of mystery comes from it being so yellow and tidy, it was like a ploy to hide something- but Sam wasn't hiding anything, was she? No, no, that would be ridiculous.

"So, a project on the Shakespearean Era and his most obnoxious of plays, among all other things he could have possibly let us do a project on? I might fall asleep just thinking about this." Samantha said with a roll of her eyes as she turned around and faced a smirking Jughead, who was glad to just be talking to her.
   
    "So, when's this due?" she said, her voice never wavering from the uninterested tone as Jughead scanned the rubric after hastily grabbing it from his bag, enunciating the date in a joking way,

"Looks like we have just 13 days" he noted, "better get started."

He looked up from the paper and smiled at Samantha, who returned it with a small, closed smile of her own, one which made Jughead's heart do unexpected somersaults as he tried to contain the feeling of joy which coursed through his veins.

"Alright, c'mon." She hops on her bed and pats the space next to her, inviting Jughead to sit.

Website, after website. Book, after book. Notes, after notes. Two hours of working on their project, the two teenagers' brains were packed with research about Shakespeare and his plays. The silence in the room was kept down by the occasional sniffle and turn of a page, Samantha laid on her stomach on the floor, a laptop in front of her as she scrolls through pages of words that made little sense to her. Jughead lying on his side up on her soft bed jotting down notes Sam tells him to, basking in the sent that is Samantha that surrounds him, smelling of lavender and citrus.

Light beamed threw the curtains, splaying a warm glow across her back. When she looked up to the brunette sitting across her bed, the light splashed against her pale cheeks and her eyes never looked brighter. The colours, so vivid and ethereal, smeared across his vision in a wild daze of transcendence. Jughead couldn't look away from her, her lips were turned- not in a smile, but just uplifted enough to show that she was content. I guess in a way she was like a cloudless day, beautiful and bright but at the same time mysterious as to how no darkness could harm her. It seemed as the light falling onto her back in a soft caress protected her from all the bad in the world. Nobody knew the darkness that lurked within her mind, she was such an embodiment of light and joy, nobody could ever see it without her consent.

For a couple of seconds, they sat in silence, their eyes so deeply intertwined, it seemed as though their roots had grown together into one; The cyan waves in his eyes reaching towards the blue sky in hers. The connection between their two souls, the roots in their lungs burst into flowers reaching out to entwine with one another, was finally solidified. He was already lost in the stars, waiting for constellations to form in the black void of her heart. He would be the one to plant the seeds of those stars, he would be the one to nurture them to their full brightness, and their lips would be the seal for them to twinkle in the light and become a full galaxy.

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