❝I don't know what you went through, and I know we aren't going to go back to where we were for a long time, maybe even ever. But if I knew that you were about to go through the worst time of your life, I wouldn't have left. I swear.❞
Catherine Bell...
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↳ Thursday
Nov. 17th↲
I woke up, cradled in Jughead's arms. It still felt somewhat strange sleeping next to someone who I've been best friends with for years. Then again, we used to when we were young so I guess it's not much of a change.
I watched as his chest rose and fell, which was not as entertaining compared to looking at his face. His lips were slightly parted, his front teeth barely peeking out as he breathed loudly; the edge of a snore. I looked at his freckles, big and small, perfectly placed upon his skin. Finally, I stared at the hair. What particularly caught my eye was that one dark curl that never failed to hold its place on Jughead's forehead. I even tried moving it but it continued to stay put, as it should.
Staring at him was serenity, and I could never tire of it.
In the blink of an eye, he was awake. His eyes stared at the roof for a brief second until they rolled over to me.
"Morning," I greeted him, placing my hand lightly on his chest.
He smiled at me, also saying: "Morning to you too," before he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Once we parted, I reached for my phone to check the time. It was five minutes until my alarm was about to go off to school.
Jughead took my phone and set it down.
"We have more time," he said, pulling me closer.
As fall slowly turned into winter, my room continued to grow colder and colder. Jughead was the perfect remedy for a crisp autumn day, wrapping me up and kissing me all over, sometimes tickling me until I break into laughter.
My alarm went off, and my mom immediately shouted
"KIDS! WAKE UP!"
It was tragic having to leave the one moment I was the happiest. Especially if it's the happiest I had been in the past couple of years.
We both went through our routines, went to school, and within a blink of an eye we were already walking home. Except we weren't exactly walking home. We were walking to the Whyte Wyrm bar, where all the serpents usually hung.
I pulled my sleeves up to my palm and clutched them as tight as I could, anxious about being in a tough place like that.
Jughead put his arm around me, making me jolt.
"Do you want to stay home and have me come back later?" He offered, noticing how tense I was about the whole situation.
I immediately shook my head in protest. "I'm fine." I took a deep breath. "I am. I just need to know that I don't have to worry about him."
"You don't," he assured, holding me closer. "Plus, the guys aren't all that bad. As long as they know you're with me, you're smooth sailing from here on out."
