⠀⠀⠀❝ᵞᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴾᴿᴱᵀᵀᵞ ᴰᵁᴹᴮ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴬ ˢᴹᴬᴿᵀ ᴷᴵᴰ❞
In which 2 best friends turn into strangers over the summer, but are brought together, maybe by fate in the new school year
Gonna start having QOTD'S :) Q O T D: favorite show rn? A O T D: teen wolf or pll
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Archie I woke up and immediately noticed there was no warm body pressed against me, no soft breathing, no dark hair sprawled across the extra pillow
Nothing.
I threw a shirt over my head and made my way downstairs hoping to find Jughead somewhere around my house.
When I couldn't find Jughead around in or around my house I walked inside my house and slid down the door, I rested my head on my knees and sighed, after what happened yesterday I was hoping that Jughead wouldn't leave.
We both have feelings for each other we kissed two times, granted he moved away the first time I kissed him but we kissed after that. Friends don't just kiss to show their friendship, so why does he have to run away whenever something good happens
Why does Jughead want to run away from his problems, was i a problem to him ? I sighed a leaned my head against the door, why did everything have to be so much harder when kids grow up?
I remember when me and Jughead met back when we were kids, we immediately connected and pretty much never left each others sides we were the best of friends. We hung out almost everyday after school. We shared laughs, tears, happy moments, said moments, vacations, and pretty much everything that you could think of.
Everything changed last summer, it was one mistake I'll never forget how I decided to blow of Jughead July fourth weekend and spend it with Grundy instead.
If only I had someone telling me no to spend time with her, maybe things between me and Jughead would be different, we would still be the greatest friends, nothing would be messed up and maybe we could be together.
I contemplated going after him, knowing he was most likely at Pops, there would be no where else he would go, he always went there, always. The boy practically lived there
But I didn't go after him, afraid that I would make a mistake and make everything even worse then it already was, and maybe making it worse would be something the two of us can't fix. So I got up from the floor and made my way upstairs, and into my room, where I stayed the whole day
Staying in my room and doing nothing meant I couldn't mess anything up.
