YELLOW || Jughead Jones

08

💛long awaited, here you go. Enjoy.

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Chapter song: "Water" by Jack Garratt
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     She was beautiful, full of light and he dared never admit it but he knew nearly everything about her. It was almost like there were a thousand stars in the sky but Jughead was so captivated by this one star and to him she shone the brightest beyond any comparison. Samantha Cross was what Jughead Jones needed, what he craved.

     He was just watching as she giggled, her eyes squinted in the most innocent way as she laughs at something so cruel.

     "Hot off the presses, this coverage is great." Samantha got out through her giggles as she continued to scan through an article. It was later in the day and the two teenagers decided a study break would do them good, so they went to Pop's and sat in Jughead's usual booth.

     "The fact that you are this elated over an autopsy report amazes me."

     "He was frozen, princess. Jason was literally turned into a popsicle. Ha! And I thought Cheryl was the ice queen." She snorted.

     "Kind of morbid," Jughead points out.

     "So was the bullet through his head."

     "Samantha Cross, oh my god." He said exasperated but with a smile adorning his face as he tried not to laugh, "we are horrible people." He muttered shaking his head.

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     The next morning at school, Jughead was standing by his locker after gathering his supplies and watching the students bustling around him. From the east hall, Samantha herself walks in, and Jughead notices she's wearing yellow again, this time it's a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her.

     She was so bright and Jughead wouldn't might going blind if it meant he could stare at her for just a little longer.

     Her bright blue eyes find his from across the way and she sends him a smile. Gentle as tears. Bright as the souls of two lovers. Yet, so rough and dreadful. Her posture and her gracefulness were two equally beautiful things like these. The form of her complexion, the texture and pigmentation of her skin. That girl was death and life, in two ways that mixed so effortlessly they seemed unrealistic.

     From the distance apart he could still she her freckles that were littered along her face and he admired each one. He wanted to be close enough that he could count them, kiss each one, and there were thousands. His aspiration was crushed as the bell rang which meant the two wouldn't see each other till fourth period. 

     Sending him one last glance, the blonde turned and made her way through the halls. Friends of her waved as she walked by, guys stared while some had the courage to call out to her. She politely smiled at a few, but never stopped walking. As she turned into her classroom it felt as all the light in the hallway dimmed. Samantha Cross was her own personal sun, and she was slowly becoming Jughead's as well.

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     Fourth period could not have come fast enough. The tardy bell was just ringing as Samantha entered the class room. The teacher spared her a glance, and gestured for Sam to hurry to her desk. She smiled politely for not being marked as tardy, and then turned her head to find Jughead. She finds him already staring at her, she smiles as he raises his eyebrow with mischief swimming in his eyes. She already knows he is silently teasing her about being late.