As Jughead was finishing up writing Dark in his poem journal. Suddenly, there was a strange knock on his front door. He quickly wrote down the last word, and hurried to the door. He opened it, and appeared a crying and heartbroken Archie. He sniffled, and looked up at Jughead with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. They were bound to make him cry. "Archie? Are you okay?" Jughead asked. Archie wiped away his tears.
"N-NO." Archie responded harshly. Jughead looked away. He was hurt. Archie sighed.
"I'm sorry, Jughead. I didn't mean it like that. Veronica dumped me for epme guy she was screwing while we were dating. I'm hurt, Jug." He said. Jughead nodded in understatement, letting Archie in, and leading him to his room. They sat down on the bed, and Archie calmed down.
"Just stay right there. I'll get you some water." Jughead said before walking to the kitchen. Archie looked around the plain, messy room. He looked to the side, and saw a book on a small table next to the bed. He picked it up, and opened it. What he found was beyond his imagination. He never knew he'd discover such a thing. He read the poems. He took them in. He smiled. He smiled more than he had in the past week.
Jughead walked in. "Hey, so we don't have water but I got... you... some..." He paused as soon as he saw his poem journal in the hands of whom they were expressed towards. Jughead looked at Archie, then the book, and back at him. "Arch, I. Why do you have my journal?" Archie couldn't say anything. He stood, and walked to Jughead, looking deep into his eyes.
"Jug. At first, I was so focused on Veronica, and how bad she broke me. I didn't know what to do. Now the only thing I can do is this." Archie closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against Jughead's. Jughead was taken aback by his crush's actions, but eventually he pushed closer into Archie. Archie wrapped his hands around Jughead's waist, and pulled him onto his lap. After what seemed like hours on end, Jughead and Archie pulled away, looking into each other's eyes.
"Wait, so, I'm assuming you like me?" Jughead asked. Archie bit his lip.
"Aren't I supposed to?"
"No. But I think it would be nice." Archie smirked, pulling Jughead back down, continuing their heated makeout.
Roses are red. Violets are Blue.
Happy Endings exist.
And I learned that from you.
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Poet (Complete)
PoesíaJughead, with his amazing writing skills, wants to be a poet when he grows up. He wants to practice to become better, so he writes poems about him. His best friend, and crush, Archie Andrews.
