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Come home

Written by Heidi:)) x lol me and Ayla made this picture ^^^^^^^
Jughead storms out of Archie's home after an argument and refuses to speak to him, until one day he has a sudden change of heart.
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this is a long one! (About 2364 words) and it has smut in the end of it which you don't have to read because it doesn't really have much to do with the plot. There is a warning for when it stars.
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In life people say things they regret, not necessarily in that moment but over time they begin to see how unfair or unnecessary they were being. And at this point in time Archie knew that feeling better than anyone else. He's human, he says things in the heat of the moment, running away with his mouth like a tap, occasionally he makes mistakes. And a mistake he has made, one he's not sure he can fix, however, with being a human becomes the ability to fight- and Archie will fight forever to get what he wants. To have his boyfriend back in his arms once more, to be back where he belongs at his side. Oh Jughead, the boy who had captured Archie's heart with just a smile. At the best of times Jughead was a stoic personality, and very often had a deadpan nature, but when he gets flustered or embarrassed his cheeks light up like a beacon and Archie adored it. He loved the way Jugheads lips would curve ever so slightly upwards when he smiled around other people but when it was just him and Archie his grin was wide and infectious, often causing Archie to smile at him fondly. Archie could sit and listen to him talk all day, babbling on about nothing in the voice that was music to his ears. He would lay under the stars beside Jughead for the rest of his life if it kept him at his side. Jughead loved the stars and Archie loved the way they lit up his boyfriends eyes as if they were the night sky. It was as if everything Jughead was endearing, making Archie slip deeper and deeper into the pit that was love- a pit filled with butterflies and feelings. Through gazing at Jughead, observing his movements, Archie would notice little things that he would do- like run his hand through his thick hair when he was frustrated, or, how his bottom lip would tremble moments before he was about to breakdown and cry. Or if it was a lazy day in Archie's house Jughead would never wear his own clothes, clearly proffering to lie around  in Archies T-shirts or his jumpers, not that Archie minded such a thing; he loved to see Jughead in his clothes- that would sometimes hang from his body.
Archie was so madly in love with Jughead, yet, he went and blew it- sky high- all because of a measly argument. Archie should never have exclaimed the things he did, but at the time he had been furious, and Jughead was there and pestering him and he just couldn't bottle it up anymore and like a fizzy drink he just erupted. Jughead hadn't been expecting it, that was made obvious by the widening of his eyes and the hesitant step back he had taken- an attempt to put space between him and Archie.
The things Archie said, the things he accused Jughead of doing, when he should know that his boyfriend would never do such things. And how could Archie say to his Jughead that he was the worst thing to ever happen to him and that, that, he caused to many problems in his life. With all this going on with his dad and his drinking- he should have known that Jughead was feeling sensitive- and rightly so. But, no, Archie was an idiot. And he thought the Jughead was actually interested in their blonde haired blue eyed friend Betty, who was evidently smitten when it came to Jughead. Archie knew Betty was pretty, almost irresistible, and could he be blamed for thinking that maybe Jughead saw sense and realised that Archie wasn't as impressive. Betty had flowing blonde hair, like waves down to her shoulders, whereas Archie had his everyday red hair; that can be difficult to style. Archie was insecure, possibly without reason, Jughead had never actually stated that he was interested in Betty, nor did he seem effected by her weak attempts to flirt and batting eyelashes.
  However it was all too late now, the moment Jughead dashed from Archie's house that fateful night, it had been impossible for Archie to get him for a moment alone. Jughead seemed to disappear every now and then, and when Archie was too busy to talk to him he seemed to be all over the place, in every corridor or room. It annoyed Archie to no end, and then when he was finally ready to explain himself Jughead was gone and avoiding him like the plague.
As if seeing Archie would hurt him too much, and maybe it would but if they don't speak this will never be resolved and Archie wasn't willing to give up on Jughead that easily. He needed Jughead to be happy, without him he felt as if he was walking around with only half a heart- and the missing piece was completely ignoring him. He wouldn't feel whole again until he had Jughead back at his side- back with him. It's always going to be Jughead, no one else will capture Archie's attention as much as he did.
   Archie didn't know where jugeahd was staying, he hadn't been staying at Fred's that's for sure, he thought he must have been with Betty or Veronica, although he doubted he would stay with Veronica; as far as Jughead was concerned they were barley friends. Then one day at school Archie noticed Jughead's absence all day, not just at the points he was busy or free, Jughead was no where to be seen. What made it worse was that Archie didn't know where to find him. So, after school he tried the only place he could thing of; the diner on the edge of town, a place that seemed to be special to Jughead, a place he felt secure enough in to write on his novel. Archie approached the flickering illuminated sign above the diner that read, Pop's diner, and for a mere second or two he just stood there amongst the cars and felt the breeze on his skin. He was buying himself some time, a moment to think, if Jughead was inside (which was highly likely) then he needed to be sure with what he said to him; it had to convince Jughead that he was sorry and to take him back. There was a lot riding on the words Archie would utter and he wasn't prepared to lose everything he loved by saying the wrong thing.
But soon enough his feet carried him towards the entrance, where he pushed open the heavy door, and scanned the area for a sign of Jughead. The place was pretty much empty, the red booth unoccupied, except for one. And that was because in one of them sat Jughead; his laptop open in front of him, and even from a distance Archie could see how visually damaged he appeared. Beside his laptop sat an uneaten burger, which may have surprised Archie if he hadn't been the same; he could barely bring himself to eat just as Jughead clearly couldn't. Cautiously, as if he was wondering up to a wild animal, Archie stepped towards Jughead, until, his movements halted in front of him.
When Jughead glanced up from his computer screen, Archie's breath caught in his throat at the sight of him. He looked exhausted, like he was managing little hours of sleep, and he was pale, almost lifeless. His eyes swam with unshed tears at the sight of Archie before him, his shattered heart almost visible on the table around him.
"Mind if I sit?" Archie outstretched a hand, gesturing towards the empty seat opposite Jughead. When he received no reply he took this as his silent que to sit down, which he did, not taking his eyes off Jughead; who had now glanced downwards at his lap. "I'm glad I found you," Archie began, wringing his hands under the table, feeling his palms begin to heat up and sweat. "I wanted to talk to you."
Jughead made a slight sound of disapproval, then with pursed lips he tipped his head up and leant back on his seat, folding his arms tightly across his chest. He shot Archie a challenging look, and he almost saw the fire in his eyes, not that he could be blamed for being angry; in fact he had every right to be- his boyfriend accused him of cheating on him and not loving him.
"I know you're mad at me, and I don't blame you, I shouldn't have said what I did."