My Everything ~ Jarchie

Twenty-Seven

I woke up with a massive headache and my body was sore. I stayed on the floor with just a couch pillow. My arms and thighs were burning and my eyes were already starting to tear up remembering why I am on the floor. I only have drunk half of the first bottle, I don't remember much. So I began to drink some more hoping that eventually, I could forget that I was even alive.

I slowly got up and felt my stomach growl in protest. I can go a bit longer without eating. I headed to the kitchen and took Advil to get rid of this fucking headache.

I haven't heard from Archie yet, I am so worried about him. I just want to tell him that I am sorry about dumping all of it down the drain. I also want to apologize for getting in his way, he had to push me so he could get out, I don't blame him.

The bruise hurts, him pushing me and gripping my arm so tight it still has a very colorful bruise left. I don't blame him though. After all, it's my fault, it's always my fault.

Veronica

This morning I was packing my bags and was going to get on a plane to New York to find out what the hell was going on.

Knock, knock. Probably Betts back from her meeting at work. I quickly opened it and saw Betty- wait? Archie? Archie! My head felt like it was going to burst on fire. I was happy to see him but what the fuck, why the fuck is he not trying to work this out with Jughead. I'm mad as hell.

I slapped him across the face to wipe off the smile that he had. He looked shocked "what?!" "What? I know you happy to see me but what the fuck! Archie why have you been a dick to Jughead?!"

He rolled his eyes, "what?! He dumped all my liquor down the drain that you gave me!" Then it hit me, Jughead hates alcohol, because of his dad, and other reasons why. Oh no, Jughead worries that Archie is going to turn out like his dad, an abusive drunk. I know Archie has been drunk before, I just hope he hasn't gotten to the point where he has hit Jughead.

"He took my alcohol!" Wow, Archie really can be an ass, I don't know how Jughead puts up with this, "Archie you aren't old enough to drink! It was a horrible idea to let you have the rest of the wine bottle! I thought you were mature enough to handle it. But I guess I was entirely wrong about that."

He waved his arms up in a surrender motion, "he can't just throw it down the drain!" He really doesn't see this. Why can't he see that Jughead has grown up with alcohol, "Archie yes he can. He grew up with it in the house ever since he could walk. He may not tell everything to you but he tells me what happened."

Archie froze, "what did he tell you, he tells me everything. Why, does he not trust me?" I sighed deeply, "no of course not, he trusts you the most. You're his best friend, but he just doesn't want you to think badly of him."

He slowly noded processing my words carefully and organizing his thoughts, "so what did he do?" He asked curiously along with the tone of fully concerned look in his eyes.

I led him to the couch and we sat next to each other. I took a breath and began, "between the ages of thirteen and fourteen, before you knew him. He obviously made money by doing the serpent dance at the white worm, he told you that, but he also was mixed up on a lot of other things." Archie looked nervous to ask, "like drugs?" I slowly noded, "drugs."

Archie wiped his eyes of years and began to listen again, "he was mixed up in marijuana, cocaine, along with alcohol. The worst part was his dad taught him how to use the drugs he was taking. That messed Jughead up. But he got clean, I am proud of him of that, but alcohol, Archie. Jughead may seem like he hates it but he loves it. But it made him have such bad grades and get in trouble with the law. He didn't care though until he met you."

Archie smiled at the last part, "why would he stop just because he met me?" I smiled up at Archie, "because he lives you because you make him want to be a better person. Gosh, Archie, he loves you more than anyone else, I never saw him share his food until he was with you." Archie slightly smiled, Jughead thought if somebody took his food they were his enemy, except if it was Archie. That was true.

Then a thought came in my head.

I felt sick to my stomach of the idea, or could be true that's why it made me so sick. I stopped and looked at Archie, "what Ronnie what's wrong?"

I almost felt like going there immediately, "Archie when Jughead uses to get upset he would cope-" Archie went in flight or flight mode. He hugged me and grabbed his bag "thank you so much, Ronnie, come and visit in a few weeks. I'll tell you what happens." He ran out the door heading to the airport.

Archie

I went fastly through airport security and ran to get a flight. The lady looked up at me "do you need a ticket?" "Yes New York, today." She typed on her computer, she was typing so slowly wanted to grab the computer and do it myself. But sadly I would get arrested for that I'm sure. She looked up at me "tomorrow we have-" "no you don't understand I need one today! Please, anything!"

She slowly sighed "we have one back row ticket." She handed it to me "leaves in ten" I looked at the number and smiled at her "thank you." I ran, Jugheads life could depend on if I make this fought. I flew through each section, I finally made it eventually, with a minute to spare. Once I was seated I prayed that he would still be okay and I could hold him and tell him how much I was in the wrong, and tell mom how much I love him, with everything in this world. Please, God, have Jughead be okay.