🌹 A Rose For A Lover 🌹Jarchie AU ((+Beronica?))

Part 1

Archie's POV

"Ugh!" I yell, slamming my guitar on my deep blue bed.
"I fucking hate writing songs." I mutter to myself.

I always dreamt of being more than just a low life football jock, so I decided I would give music a try. It is okay I guess. It's better than my other options... actually, I always wanted to be a wri-

"Hey, kiddo." My dad says, peaking through the door crack to see if I'm doing something that no father should have to see their son doing.
"You seem stressed. What's that all about?" He replies to himself in a sympathetic tone while walking into my bedroom and sitting on my bed.
"God, dad writing songs is just the best!" I reply sarcastically.
"Archie, calm down a minute. I'm trying to be sympathetic here!" He says, this time in a more of a serious tone.
"You know, dad? You can't spell sympathetic without pathetic." I sassily reply back. It's a cheesy thing to say, I know, but I heard some kid say it at school once. He was kind of cute- wait no.
"God Archie. I'm going to make dinner. Come down stairs and talk to me once you are calm."

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Jughead's POV

I've always liked writing. I'm good at it, too... kind of. I don't have any friends, which kind of sucks, but I do have... actually I have no one but still. I look over at my phone to see a text message from, very shockingly, my dad. Haven't heard from him in a few months.

Hey boy. It reads. I got some very bad news... Jelly Bean just got sent to the hospital. Small chance she is going to ever walk again.. I wi-

"Hey, gay-wad. What's up?" I hear a familiar voice behind me.

Reggie.

"Can you screw off for once, Reggie? Right now is not the time." I say, tears streaming down my face. I've never felt this kind of emotion before... a deep dark sadness taking over me... depression.

"Ooh. My bad. Why da baby crying?? Lost your ba-bie bottle? Poor thang!" He says, in a baby like voice.

At this point, tears are coming down fast. My sister... she.. she probably won't be able to walk again. That thought buzzed around my brain faster than I can comprehend.

"Reggie f-fuck off. Thi-this really is-isn't a a good ti-time." I try to say, stuttering over my words.

"What's the matter ba-"

"My fucking sister is in the hospital, Reggie!" I say, getting up from my seat and facing him, our noses almost touching.  "She probably isn't going to walk ever again!! Happy now? Will you FINALLY shut up?" I spit out, making me cry more.

He goes silent, and everyone in the building looks over at us. They are whispering, probably about me.

"Oh my god... Jughead I'm really sorry... I... I should have stopped.. I'm so sorry..." He stutters out a half-ass apology and runs out.

After he runs out I stand there for a few more seconds to comprehend what just happened. Did he really just say sorry to me? It probably didn't mean anything.

I collapse down back into my seat, and sit there for what seems like hours. Finally, I look up from my lap and look over at the clock. 11:27pm. I then look around the building to see if anyone is actually still here. Only one boy. He was with his two girls last time I checked.

He has red hair and a few freckles scattered around his face. I think I've seen him before at school. He's wearing a varsity football jacket, too, which means he'll probably pick on me next. I feel as though I am staring at him for too long, but what ever.

He looks up and we make eye contact. My eyes are still red and watery. I swiftly position my head back down so I'm looking at my lap again, but it's too late, he is already sitting down in the booth next to me.

"Hi... um, I'm really sorry for my friend Reg-"

I start to laugh, but then it gets uncontrollable.

"Wha-what's so funny?" He stutters out, probably thinking he did something wrong.

"You're fri-friends with tha-that douchebag?? Oh my god!!! I thought h-he didn't have an-any friends!!" I laugh, somewhat coughing.

"Heh yeah... that's what I thought when I met him... how could it possibly be any worse? Let's see..." After that, I calm down and listen to him while he names off about 10 different times Reggie was being a dick, or when he was just plain embarrassing himself.

"Really? You're telling ME that THE Reggie Mantle went to a party, got drunk, made out with multiple girls, then told you he was... GAY? Oh my god I guess it really can get worse HAH!!" I spew out, almost feeling drunk myself. Drunk on a feeling in my stomach.. a feeling I get only around Archie Andrews... oh yeah we introduced ourself. His name has a catch that I can get behind.

He started laughing with me, too, seeming way less nervous than... I look over at the clock. 2:43am... Than 3-4 hours ago.

After about a minute of not very awkward silence, he starts to talk again.

"I should head home, Jughead. My dad is probably worried sick... I can walk you home if you'd like." He says, almost anxious.

I forgot about that... that I'm homeless and all.

"Oh um.... actually I um..." Before I can say anything more, he looks at my big bag next to me.

"Oh yeah umm.. if you'd like to you could stay with us. It's better than sleeping in a booth at Pops, amirite?" Im starting to feel all tingly inside. Almost special. Why would he invite a person he only met 4 hours ago into his house unless they didn't mean anything more than a pal?

"It kind of depends what your parents would say..." I reply honestly.

"It's just me and my dad, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting me help a friend!" He says in a sympathetic manor.... I always say this thing. You can't spell sympathetic without pathetic. It's cheesy but what ever.

"Well then..." I say. "I guess I have a temporary home!" I give him a crooked smile, and he replies with one, too.

Life's not as bad as I thought it would be.

Omg over 1100 words??? Yaaaasssss queen! This chapter is so cute tho. :3