Forsyth Pembleton the Third

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Jughead stole a piece of bacon from my plate, and then quickly threw it in his mouth. Then, he sarcastically looked around as if he hadn't done anything. I weirdly giggled. And then it happened. I snorted. At first I was star struck with embarrassment, but then Jughead began laughing his socks off. I joined in, and soon enough, everyone was staring at us.
"Quick question" I said once I had calmed down. "What made your parents want to call you Jughead"
"Oh it's not my real name. My real name is worse."
"We'll go on then. I won't laugh. Promise"
"Um... Forsyth P" he sniggered "Pendleton the - haha- the third"
I desperately tried not to laugh, and he obviously noticed that I was about to explode. "You promised!" I glanced at my watch "well, anyway I better get going" " Me too"
We walked home, and I had completely forgotten how our walk home was practically the same.
"Um, Betty, what school do you go to? Riverdale High, right?"
"Yeh, why"
"Look, you're not meant to know this but I...


Hey sorry for the short part.

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