bombshell~ cheryl x reader

Part 12

Leaves crunched under your boots as you found your way to the Twilight Drive-In. Quickly, you knocked on the movie booth's fragile door. 

"It's currently 4:23 and the whole town's been waiting for her all day, oh! Here she comes now, the little birdy herself, Y/N L/N-" the door opened.

"Jughead oh my god what did I tell you," you complained, marching into the quaint room. 

Jughead smirked. "You said you'd be here right after school, where have you been?"

"Robbing a bank," you replied sarcastically.

"Without me?" Jughead faked offense. "But seriously, where were you?"

"Geometry help. I swear I can't graph for my life, it's so pointless," you ranted, throwing off your shoes.

"Aren't those Cheryl's?" Jughead pointed out. You nodded. "How are things with her by the way?"

"Good. Really good, actually. I like her a lot, Jug, I mean it."

"I'm happy for you, Y/N. Hey- do you want to go for a walk to talk?" Jughead offered.

"I'd love to, but my feet are killing me, I can't walk another inch in those heels."

Jughead tossed you a pair of comfy converse.

"You're the best," you told him. 

And with that, the beanie boy and the Y/H/C haired girl jumped up and strolled around the town, cracking jokes and retelling old stories. Jughead shared ideas for his novel about Jason Blossom's murder, and you curiously asked questions like, who, why, how, etc. 

Eventually, the two friends had walked all the way across the south side to their second home: Pop's Chock Lit Diner. 

"We always seem to end up here," Jughead chuckled. 

"Yeah," you grinned, "Wanna get a milkshake or two?"

"I will never say no to a milkshake," Jughead smiled back at you.

You pushed open the glass door to everyone's favorite diner and were instantly swept off your feet by the familiar smell of burgers. Closing your eyes, you took a big whiff. As you opened your eyes, you looked to your left, seeing Reggie taking a seat in the booth closest to you. 

"Meow," Reggie dragged out the onomatopoeia, eyeing you up and down.

You sighed. "Do I look like a cat to you?" you huffed.

Jughead stifled a laugh and you smirked.

"Fiesty. I like-"

"Fuck off Reggie," you showed him a certain finger and walked up to the counter. "Strawberry and vanilla shake, please," you called out to Pop Tate.

"Coming right up, Y/N."

You explained to Jughead how and why you liked Cheryl so much. Why she felt so perfect, how she made your heart feel. You two drank countless milkshakes, only interrupted by a certain phone call from the last person you wanted to speak to in the moment.

3 Missed Calls from Mom 

You read the notification with a frown, hesitating with a decision of whether to call your mother back again or not. Reluctantly, you pressed call, hearing the rings waiting for her to pick up. 

"Y/F/N Y/M/N, where have you been? I haven't seen you in two days.  Your behavior is irresponsible. I want you home right now, no questions asked," she demanded.

You sighed, covering the speaker with a delicate hand. You whispered to Jughead, "I have to go or my mom is going to murder me." Jughead nodded, paying Pop Tate for the shakes, giving you a quiet goodbye. 

"I'll be home soon, mom."

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I guess this chapter was just developing your relationship with Jughead a bit more? I promise there will be more Cheryl soon! In the meantime, you should read my Jughead story. It's starting to get interesting now, so you should take a look! Thanks for reading!

xo