1 | There's a Ghost [JUGHEAD JONES]

THIRTY SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN:

↳ FIRST DATE

     ARCHIE AND JUGHEAD WERE FINALLY ALONE after Ginny went to work. She was upset that she had to go to work but now since she was living by herself, she needed to get money. Jughead had walked Ginny to work, however, and when he had to leave he left a sweet kiss on her lips with a promise to call her after her shift.

"So the worm turns. Mary and Fred. A possible rekindling?" Jughead narrated, as if he was writing his story. "That would've been a Li'l Archie's pipe dream. Stranger things have happened, man. Like for instance, my dad shaved. Which is the equivalent of tectonic plates shifting. I was thinking, maybe it's time I go back and live with him again. It's that or–"

"Or what?" Archie asked, his eyes narrowed at how breathless he got and how his best friends eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Ginny asked me if I wanted to move in with her." Jughead breathed out, putting his arms behind his head as he stretched out on the ground.

"What?" Archie asked shocked, sitting up from his position. The covers pooled around his waist, leading him to shiver slightly from the nippy autumn air that came through the window.

"Yeah, granted, it's weird. But she's all alone and I was like that before and I think we could support each other. I just don't know though, I mean my dad wants me to come back." Jughead was in a state of pure elation. The girl of his dreams was his and his father wanted him back in his life.

"Based on the fact that he shaved?" Archie clarified, his mind still reeling over the fact that Ginny asked Jughead to live with her.

"Well, he also hasn't missed a day of work, and he quit drinking." Jughead shrugged his head, thinking of how great his father was doing.

"That's–That's great, Jughead. But maybe you should wait a little bit longer just to make sure it sticks."

"No, dude, I'm telling you, something has shifted. I mean, he even asked to read my work. The essays, the articles I wrote about Jason." Jughead felt proud of himself.

"Your dad did?" Archie asked in clarification. This was getting weird.

"Yeah. And he read them. Even more surprisingly, he engaged with them. He asked me questions about them."

"What kind of questions?" Archie felt like he was interrogating his best friend but Jughead happily answered.

"Like who I thought did it." Jughead had been thinking of his talk with his dad, maybe things were becoming better.

"Your dad asked you who you thought killed Jason Blossom?" Archie thought of Veronica and what she had said about FP Jones— maybe, just maybe, she was right.

"You repeating everything I'm saying is getting really annoying." Jughead called him out and he dropped the subject, knowing he needed to seeing Ronnie immediately.

"Crap l forgot. My mom likes almond milk in her coffee, and we don't have any, so I'm gonna go get some." He got out of bed quickly, stumbling around Jughead's body lying on the ground.

"Well, you are a terrible liar, Archie. Off to a late-night rendezvous with a certain raven-haired princess? Relax, man, I'm just giving you a hard time." Jughead snorted, "I probably should call Gin anyways, she must be off her shift by now."