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Histrionic II

Histrionic— the one where the pop star  is enamored by a fan.

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Archie was just as flirtatious as the stories made him out to be. He was famous for being charming, and possibly too forward. He could put anyone under a spell within minutes, and it was an innocent game he liked to play. It helped that he was well aware of how good looking he was. Some found it cocky, others found it admirable, but no one could deny it.

His antics came with the misconception that he was a player, but truthfully he was nothing of the sorts. He didn't crush easily, he'd never actually been in a relationship before, and he wasn't in the business of breaking hearts. He was just young and he liked to have his fun.

Knowing this, Jughead prepared himself in advance. It still didn't stop him from blushing wildly every time Archie winked at him or threw in a "sweetheart," at the end of a sentence. He treated most of his fans in the same, playful manner, and Jughead was just another one of them.

"Stop changing the subject," Archie laughed, slyly resting his hand on Jughead's knee. "I want to learn more about you."

Jughead's heart began pumping loudly at the contact, and he could barely form words. "I'm not that interesting," He squeaked.

Archie playfully rolled his eyes. "That's a lie, beautiful. What's your life like? Friends? Family? School? Boyfriends? Age?" He liked to jump right to the point.

"I'm 18," the younger began. "I have a little sister who hates your music, my best friend is Betty, I'm decent at school, and I don't have a boyfriend," he finished as he tried not to become lost in the pop star's eyes.

The redhead squinted his eyes at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "There's no way," he huffed.

"That my sister hates your music? I know, right?"

"No," Archie chuckled. "There's no way you're not in a relationship."

Jughead shook his head in confirmation.

"But you're so cute," Archie said in disbelief.

The raven haired beauty could barely mumble a thanks as his face turned red and his gaze dropped down to his lap. He was so nervous, and Archie's constant flattering wasn't making it any better. He was meeting his idol, and all he wanted to do was gush and tell him how much he loved him but he didn't want to seem weird.

He was trying to be chill. He was the embodiment of chill.

It's just that Archie's hair was more orange than red in real life. His eyes were a lighter brown that shimmered when the sun hit them, rather than the black Jughead was used to seeing in bad concert videos. Even his voice sounded different. It was just as angelic and soft as the voice that sang to him through his headphones, but it was also deeper and more mature. He was perfect.

Jughead wished he wasn't so perfect.

A knock on the door interrupted them. Veronica barely waited for a response before entering with Betty in tow. "They need you on stage in five for a run through," she explained, sneaking a disapproving glance toward the boy who somehow managed to deteriorate her friend's focus.

"Can Jughead come?" Archie asked, the name slipping off of his lips like it belonged to a childhood friend.

Veronica sighed and stared him down. She was older, and that practically made her his mom when they were on the road. "You know he can't," she grit between her teeth, trying to seem patient.

Betty and Jughead could both sense the tension though. It was Betty who spoke up. "No worries. Well just let you practice," she interrupted. She walked up to Jughead and took his hand so that she could pull him off of the couch.