Alphabet ≫ Jarchie

Opine II

Opine— the one where Jughead and Archie are youtubers and Jughead ships then together as much as their fans do.

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The next day, Jughead woke up with a cold. He saw that coming.

After the live stream with Archie, Jughead locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. Archie tried to ask him what was wrong, but Jughead thought it was too obvious to explain. Eventually, the redhead stopped trying and left his friend to silently cry himself to sleep.

Jughead hated how emotional he was.

In the morning, he sat on his bed huddled up In his blanket. His nose was stuffed but he was too lazy to get up and blow it. His eyes were just as puffy as his nose. He spent a few minutes scrolling through his twitter, looking at all the tweets that were asking him if he was okay. Everyone seems to connect the dots. Jughead was upset because Archie thought the ida of them together was a joke.

Did Archie figure that out yet?

No. He couldn't have. He wasn't the smartest person on the planet.

Jughead replied back to a few people, pretending to respond happily and adding a bunch of extra emojis at the end of his responses like he usually did.

An hour later, Archie knocked on his bedroom door.

Jughead didn't answer.

Some rustling was heard, then a click, and in entered Archie calmly as if he didn't just causally break into Jughead's room.

The darker haired boy watched him shyly as Archie sat down on the bed bearing gifts: a box of tissues, the soup he had bought yesterday, ginger ale, cough drops, and medicine. He looked slightly nervous, like he was afraid Jughead was going to say something to him, or perhaps that he would say nothing at all.

"I um, figured you'd be sick," Archie began quietly as he slid the stuff over to his friend. "Sorry for giving you my cold. And for upsetting for you."

Jughead doubted he knew why he upset him, but he nodded anyways and pulled a tissue from the box.

"Can I ask you something?"

The darker haired boy stilled.

Archie kept going anyways, not waiting for an answer. "Do you believe any of that Jarchie stuff?" He asked nervously, avoiding eye contact. "Like I guess I do talk about you a lot but that doesn't mean anything."

Archie was really good at making things worse.

"I only say those things about you because a lot of the fans like me more and I wish they'd like you the same way."

Way worse.

"You can stop now," Jughead said weakly, grimacing.

But Archie didn't listen. "Like obviously I love you a lot and you have a ton of amazing qualities but I wouldn't say that makes me gay for you."

Archie was really digging himself into a hole. It was painful to watch.

"And if it came down to it, like if you were the last person on earth, I guess if I had to I wouldn't really mind—"

"Please stop talking," Jughead cut in harshly. "Just stop."

"I don't think you get my point," Archie said quietly.

"If you're trying to tell me that you're not gay nicely because you think I'm in love with you based off of teenage fangirls from tumblr, then I get your point," he snapped. He sounded angry, but he was hurt. His eyes were watering again and he knew Archie could see that.