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"How was your night?", my mom asked me with a smile. I opened my mouth to answer her as the bell rang. "Do you expect someone?" I shook my head, then made my way to the door and opened it. "Jughead? What are you doing here?" My voice was full of confusion. "Can I come in?" His eyes avoided to meet with mine.
"Sure" I let him in and he walked towards my room. My mom gave me a questioning look. I just shrugged and followed Jughead. When I entered my room Jug already laid on my bed. "So, you wanna tell me why you're here?"
"Can't I just come visit you?" I raised an eyebrow. He sighed and sat up. Jug began to look around, trying to ignore the topic. I sat down next to him and looked at him, waiting for him to say anything. "You know you can tell me everything, right?" My eyes begging him to say whatever bothered him. "I'm- I need somewhere to stay", he mumbles. It was obvious that it was making him uncomfortable.
"Of course you can stay here" We didn't say anything after that. This silence was different from the rest we had. It was more uneasy. "Did I tell you that Cheryl sat with us last night? I honestly have no idea why she-"I started to talk about last night to break the awkward silence.
"I lived in the drive-in", Jughead muttered so fast I almost didn't understand what he said. I wrinkled my eyebrows. "What? Why didn't you tell anyone?" I asked. I'm sure my voice was mixed with sadness and hurt. I won't deny that it hurt that he kept it a secret from all of us but it hurt more to know what he was going through.
"I don't know. I guess I was just too stubborn or didn't want to bother you all. There's so much drama going on, you don't need more of it" Anger began to bubble inside of me. I wasn't angry at Jughead. The anger was towards the rest of us. No one paid enough attention to even notice that something was wrong with him.
"I'm sorry" I said. Jug looked at me confused. "What are you sorry for?" His eyes locked with mine. "That we, that I didn't notice that something was bothering you. We are best friends. We're supposed to be always there for each other, yet I still was too focused at my own little problems. You shouldn't feel like your problems bothering us. I'm so sorry, Jughead" I swallowed and looked down at my hands. Pure sadness was written over my face.
"It's alright, really. But if you really want to make it up then you can buy a burger" he laughed. I looked up and met his eyes. A giggle slipped through my lips. "So everything's okay between us?", I asked. "Of course", he smiled.
