After the magical events of last nights street walking, the teenagers were tired and slept through the night, and the arrival of Bobbi's and Sammy's parents, coming back from wherever the hell they had been.
Slowly, the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast filled the nostrils of every teenager currently in the Johnson house waking them up and forcing them down the stairs.
When they arrived they were all met with the same view, Frank Johnson stood in the kitchen making breakfast for 12 people.
"Dad?" Bobbi and Sammy said simultaneously, causing their father to turn around, shocked by the audience he had quickly gained.
"Kids!" He grinned at the sight of his two children and their friends. "Wow aren't you two popular." He laughed, causing the two, still tired, teenagers to lightly laugh in return.
"Now, I know it's early. But which one of you is the one dating my daughter?" Frank said, ignoring Bobbi's groans and complaints as he narrowed his eyes and scanned the boys stood before him.
"That would be me, Mr Johnson." Jughead politely said standing forward from the crowd of hungry, tired teenagers. "I'm Jughead Jones."
Frank Johnson narrowed his eyes at his daughters boyfriend.
"Hm Bobbi, I would've seen you as more of the muscular type." He said pointing at Sweet Pea and causing Bobbi to sign at her Dads antics. "I'm joking." He said yet a stern look took up his features, Bobbi knew this wouldn't be good.
Frank was about to say something to Jughead again, but was cut off by a groggy female voice from behind the teenagers.
"Frank? Why are you cooking? You never cook." The voice said, causing everyone to turn their attention to her. "Oh yeah, we have guests. Forgot." She said, causing her kids to laugh.
"Mom, stop Dad from attacking my boyfriend." Bobbi said, as her mom stood beside her dad at the counter.
"Boyfriend? Which one?" She said even more intimidatingly than Frank had. Jug yet again rose his hand and stood more forward than he already was.
"I swear to god little boy, if you hurt our daughter in any way, we will come to your precious little town find where you live and kill you in your sleep." She said her eyes as narrow as they could be. "Understand?"
"Yes, Mrs Johnson." He said before gulping.
"Oh calm down, lad. We would never." Frank says patting Jughead on the shoulder in a totally friendly way.
a/n - omg i'm sooo extremely sorry for not updating in like years also thanks for 50k reads that's insane lmao.
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NEW YORKER - JUGHEAD JONES (1)
Fanfiction"I like you, I really really like you, like, like like you." When New Yorker, Bobbi Johnson, sets foot in Riverdale she doesn't expect to fall madly in love with the towns aspiring writer Jughead Jones. JUGHEAD JONES X fem!OC SOCIAL MEDIA AU
