Misfits (Jughead Jones)

Chapter 32

Jughead's dad had finally agreed to going back to work for Fred. After school that day, Archie, Blake and Jughead found themselves stopping by the site. Archie and Blake were sat on one of the tables as Jughead lounged on a chair as their dads got back.

"Oh, how was your first day back?" Jughead smiled.

"Oh, it was great. Your dad is the hardest-working guy on the crew, as always." Fred said as they walked past the three kids and FP chucked Jughead his helmet with a chuckle.

"Oh, in that case, why don't we celebrate to mark the occasion?" Jughead smiled and perched the helmet on top of his beanie.

"Yeah, the three of us were thinking the four of us could have dinner or something." Blake said as she took the helmet of Jughead who playfully glared at her.

"Uh, tonight? I don't know..." Fred said.

"I'm game if you're game." FP shrugged and looked at Fred. "On me."

Fred sighed and gave in as the three kids cheered. They ended up sat in a booth at Pop's, Fred and FP on one side and the three kids crammed into the other side with Blake in the middle.

"Anyway. We spent the whole summer fixing up that old VW bus." FP said.

"Yeah." Fred nodded nostalgically.

"Remember what we called it, Fred?" FP queried.

"The Shaggin' Wagon." They both said at the same time as the trio laughed along.

"The Shaggin' Wagon." FP repeated as Fred laughed. "This was before your dad had game. Senior Year, he started a band, and then the girls were all over him." FP shared a piece of information that was new to the twins.

"We were awful." Fred groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, we were." FP chimed in as they both laughed.

"Oh. But it was great. Best time of my life." FP said almost sadly.

Fred turned to Jughead. "You know, your dad was what is commonly known as a BMOC, Jughead."

"Come on. The hell I was." FP disagreed.

"In what way?" Jughead was curious.

"Football, for one. He single-handedly defeated our arch-rivals, the Baxter High Ravens." Fred said.

"He doesn't care about that stuff, Fred. Football, sports." FP cut in. "Takes after his mom in that respect, and I mean that as a compliment. I'd rather see you spending your time writing, thinking up stories, you still do that? Nose in a book? Typing away?"

"Yeah, yeah, Jughead works on the school paper with Blake." Archie said.

"Ooh." FP said tapping the table. "You two finally pluck up the courage to admit your feelings for one another?"

Blake nearly choked on her milkshake. "Um."

"I wanna know more about the band." Jughead saved them both. "What was the name of the band?"

"Ah, yeah." Fred started as FP was already laughing. "It was called... The Fred Heads."

Everyone laughed as Fred tried to keep his dignity.

"Wait, the what now?" Archie asked still laughing.

"Yeah, that's why it doesn't come up very often.â" Fred laughed as Pop's came over with the bill. "Oh, thanks, Pop." Fred went to get his wallet out.

"Oh, come on, Fred. This was supposed to be my treat." FP said as Fred gave Pop the money.

"Hey, you get it next time." Fred said.