Prologue

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It was the start of a new school year at Riverdale Elementary School and Jughead Jones couldn't wait. He has been waiting for this day all summer. Today was the first day of 5th grade. The last chance to get to play on the playground at recess. The last time that he can feel like a kid. He was mainly excited to see his best friends: Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper. As he was grabbing his crown beanie, he thought about which teacher that the three of them will have or if they were all going to be in the same class. He put the beanie on his head, covering his raven colored locks. He then grabbed his bookbag and walked toward the front door, ready to face what 5th grade will have to offer. 

Meanwhile on the other side of town, Archie Andrews was putting his school supplies into his bookbag and grabbing a football for him and Jughead to toss around at recess. He hoped to be on the football team when they go to high school. Putting on his sneakers and lacing them up, he imagined what it would be like for just him and Jughead to be in a class together... and what they could do without Betty around. Archie has been developing a major crush on Jughead ever since 3rd grade. The only things that he can think about sometimes are Jughead's green eyes, his crown beanie and his raven colored locks. He finshed lacing up his sneakers, put his bookbag on and walked downstairs toward the front door, counting down the minutes until he could see Jughead. 

Little did both boys know that by the time that they were in high school that they would both cherish their friendship and perhaps turn that friendship into something more. And little did they both know that both of them had been hiding their true feelings for each other for a long time. Life throws some very unexpected curveballs.... and sometimes, those curveballs are just what someone needs to realize that what they have is all they'll ever need. 

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