Riverdale Preferences

promposal

P A R T T W O
how they ask you to prom.
(this one started off really well but as i slowly lost motivation, the quality went to shit. sorry, i'll post something serious next time.)

Jughead
You had to say, when you moved to Riverdale, you were surprised by how perfect it looked. On the surface, at least. There was no gum on the sidewalk, no overgrown lawns, no abandoned houses on street corners... it seemed like Riverdale was a plastic village made for dolls. That was until you met Jughead Jones.

All of the rules that built the foundation of the small town, he was determined to break. Anything considered "mainstream", he rebelled against. He was basically the poster-child of Tumblr. So naturally, the way he asked you to prom was anything but normal.

You awoke to the sound of sirens, immediately bolting to your window. Whenever something remotely interesting happened in Riverdale, you, being the nosey fanfiction character you were, had to be the first to know in order to stay relevant to the plot. So within seconds, you were dialling Kevin's number, prepared to bombard him with questions.

'Kevin!' you exclaimed when he finally answered your call. 'What's going on? I heard sirens.'

'Yeah, I figured you'd call me... listen, maybe you should come here and see for yourself.'

'What?! Where's "here"? Details!' you demanded.

'School, duh. We live in a teen drama,' he replied. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

'I'll be right there!' You slammd your phone on your bed and skidded around the corner into the hallway before running out of the house in your pyjamas. You would do anything for even a scrap of gossip. But what you didn't expect was to have a load of cameras shoved in your face as soon as you reached the school.

'(your name)! Can I get a statement?'

'Did you have any idea about this?'

'Did you ask him to do it?'

'What is Jughead's preferred brand of underwear?'

'Wait, Jughead? What's going on?' It took a moment for you to regain your senses, but when you did, the elephant in the room stuck out like a sore thumb.

'Oh, Jesus...' you sighed, pushing your way through the wall of reporters.

You knew Jughead was extra, but not this extra. He'd literally spray-painted your name on the school building, next to the word "prom". It was a sweet gesture (even if it was slightly illegal), but you weren't used to having this much attention. You see, the main character in every crappy fanfiction ever is required by law to be shy and unassuming, so suddenly being pushed into the spotlight made you feel nauseous.

'JUGHEAD!' you screamed at the top of your lungs, and like magic, your beanie-wearing boyfriend materialised before you. 'What is the meaning of this?!'

He shrugged. 'I don't know, apparently I'm supposed to be a "bad boy" now. Girls dig that shit.'

'Well, I don't dig that shit!' you exclaimed. 'I'm Not Like Other Girls™.'

Jughead gasped. 'Oh, no! A major twist!' he yelled. 'Seriously, though, do you want to go to prom with me or not? It's kind of the whole point of this chapter.'

'That won't be necessary,' boomed the principal who nobody knows the name of, suddenly appearing behind you. 'Due to Mr Jones' belligerent and highly illegal behaviour, prom is cancelled.'

'NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!' you screeched. 'The prom is supposed to be the crowning point of every teenaged girl's life!'

'Well, I'm a teacher who gets sexual pleasure by crushing the hopes and dreams of young children,' said the principal before moonwalking off the stage.

'It's OK, baby, we can still watch Netflix at my place,' offered Jughead, attempting to calm you down.

'YOU'RE FUCKING HOMELESS, YOU DIPSHIT!' you yelled. It was a wonder that your lungs hadn't burst.

'Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me,' said Jughead sarcastically.

'THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT,' you screamed before running after the principal in tears.

Jughead sighed, retreating into the hole in the ground he came from. 'Well, that went well,' he said.

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