They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens when life gives you an organ-stealing cult, a horror game come to life, and drug-dealing drama all while you're trying to have a normal junior year of high school? Savanna Marrows is...
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It had been another five weeks, five long, painfully hard weeks, before I finally got to wrap my arms around Jughead Jones and just breathe. Veronica was absolutely devastated to hear that Archie hadn't returned, but after a bit of conversation, she understood it was safer for him to be as far away as possible.
The white numbers on the clock shone 12:04 a.m. when Jughead and I crawled into my big, comfy bed. We had spent the evening at Pop's, along with Betty who had escaped from the Sisters immediately before the quarantine. I had yet to talk to her and find the whole story out, but I knew it was a complicated one.
"I've missed you," Jughead hummed as he tossed his shirt to the ground and slid under the covers. His hand was cold against skin as his fingers gently traced up and down my side, my t-shirt moving with his actions.
"I missed you more," I smiled as I brushed his hair from his eyes. "How was everything with Archie?"
"Crazy," He admitted as his hand rested on my hip. "But I'd rather just spend time with you. We can talk about that later."
His lips met mine in an eager fashion as he pulled me even closer beneath the sheets. My hand pressed against his bare chest as his teeth sank into my lip, earning a groan from me.
"Jug," I panted for air, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he shifted to straddle my hips.
"You're so beautiful," He mumbled as he gently pulled my t-shirt over my head, adding it to the pile of dirty laundry now covering my floor. "So fucking beautiful."
A whimper escaped my mouth as he attacked my skin again, sending shivers down my spine. One look down, and my mind blanked. The little red marks were covering my chest as Jughead kissed me again but I stayed frozen in my spot.
Elio. Elio. Elio.
"Sav?" Thankfully, Jughead paused and pulled away to recognize the far off look in my eyes before he moved off to sit next to me. "Baby, what's wrong? Is everything okay?"
My body reacted before my mind and before I could say a word, tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was fighting to get air in my lungs. Jughead's expression turned to one of panic as he put his hand on my arm.
"Savanna?"
Everything caught up as I regained my movement and instantly curled into a ball, my head burying into the pillow. I could feel Jughead pull the sheets up over my back to protect me from the cold air as I cried. He stayed quiet, his hands gently moving back and forth on my back as I fought for breath.
"Come here," He whispered as he wrapped his arms around me to pull my face from its fabric suffocation. I moved into his lap as he pulled his t-shirt back over my head, allowing me to sob into his chest.
He wordlessly pulled my hand up to where I was able to feel his heart beating and every breath his lungs took in. This had become our thing, something so silly yet so intimate and loving that it calmed me down so fast. Whether it was in the student lounge, or in bed, or even on the motorcycle, Jughead would place my hand on his chest, allowing me to feel his heartbeat to center both of us, remind us that we had each other. Our friends never questioned it and rather just let us sit there with the small bit of physical contact that did more for the two of us than words could ever explain.
