I know Jughead's birthday is October 2nd, but let's just roll with this and also his eyes are blue here not green
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The first time Jughead Jones laid his eyes in Betty Cooper he had just turned 16. His hormones were raging.
The weather was beautiful and sunny, and the boys decided they'd go swimming.
People always gave them weird looks when they'd show up somewhere together but they didn't mind. Jughead was used to the dirty looks and Archie honestly couldn't care less. He was him and he decided who he wanted to be around.
They'd admit they were an odd pair to spot on the street, Jughead in his worn out, black-but-kinda-grey jeans, maroon S t-shirt, charcoal curls covered with a grey, knit beanie. Archie, his hair redder than magma, often wearing v-neck tee, and one of his many, and what Jughead thought were horribly ugly cardigans.
The Southside waterhole was crowded by teenagers, mostly people from the Southside, but still it seemed like today most of the Northsiders had planned meeting up there in the warm, early July weather.
Archie, apparently, had no idea, and was surprised when he ran into most of the people on his football team during quality time with his bestfriend from the wrong side on the tracks.
As they were all greeting his best friend, Jughead just ducked his head and walked to go get a good place to lay his towel and keep his things. He made sure to spare some room for Archie, before shedding his tee.
Jughead hates being without certain clothing in public. He hates it. He's self conscious about parts of his body that for example Archie was not. With his rippling abs, Archie genuinely preferred not wearing a shirt, as Jughead wore layer on layer on layer. Undershirt, t-shirt, flannel and leather jacket, all year 'round.
The leather was a new addition. So was the tattoo he revealed as he pulled his shirt off and over his head.
As Archie came back and pulls off his shirt, Jughead considered putting on his own shirt again, his stomach churning in anxiety at the huge difference he saw between them. But the he decided that it didn't matter and, fuck it, he thought, he wasn't in any less shape than Archie, he just had a different physique, a different body type.
As they wander the stretch from where they'd later be tanning they pass girls. So many girls, Archie thinks, but he later realizes they're just the girls from his school. No one really catch his attention after all.
Jughead on the other hand has to stop short at the blonde on the left. Literally stops in his tracks and stares for a good five seconds before Archie realizes he's not beside him anymore and also stops to look for him.
"Holy shit," Jughead breathes, "who's that?" He asks Archie hoarsely as he steps up beside him. "Veronica Lodge? The one tanning? She's hot" Archie says, "I asked her out on Friday, she said yes" he snickered.
"No! No not her, the one reading the book, the blonde one" Jughead says, exasperated.
"Betty?" Archie asks, raising an eyebrow at his friend.
"She's gorgeous" Jughead mutters, not taking his eyes off her.
"You think Betty's hot?" Archie questions, frowning.
"No, I think she's beautiful, is there a problem with that?" Jughead says, worked up, mad at the way his best friend is reacting. It seems like no one's able to appreciate true beauty anymore, he thinks.
"Jeez, of course not, just never heard anyone think that before" Archie puts his hands up in defense.
"What?!" Jughead questions gruffly, "no one thinks she's pretty?"
