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Mila and Jughead were laying in Mila's bed, under the covers. Mila wearing Jughead's shirt, Jughead just in a pair of sweats he had there. Jughead was playing with Mila's hair as she slowly drifted to sleep. "What's on your mind?" She asked with her eyes closed.
"You, and thing about how i've never seen anything so perfect. And how when we were nine i thought i had to have you or i'd die. And now i know that you love me, and how we've never gone to a dance, together, and how peaceful i feel with you. And safe, because i know that as long as i have you, nothing can be that bad." Jughead said, kissing the top of her head.
"I love you."
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Mila and Jughead now sat in his trailer after getting dressed. "Are you sure you want to do this? This means war, Jug."
"We've been at war." Jughead stated, Mila nodded, closing up the box, the two grabbing Jughead's bikes keys and heading off to the Pembrooke. The box wrapped in gold paper she walked into the lobby placing it on the seat and then walking out.
"It's done."
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Jughead and Mila were laying on the couch, the door opening but neither of them moving. "Tall Boy's gonna be gone for a while now."
"Good, he was a coward."
"You know coming back, i was thinking about taking a page out of your guys book and have a sit down with McCoy. Now that we know Hiram Lodge is responsible for what happened to the statue, i say we show her the head, appeal to her sense of Justice."
Mila hugged onto Jughead tighter and Jughead held her tighter as well. Fp quirked a brow, slightly confused but then noticed something.
"What?" Fp asked noticing the off vibe from them. Fp looked to the table seeing Pickens' head was gone. "Where's the head?" Mila glanced up to Fp before snuggling into Jughead further.
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"Veronica, are you trying to manage us right now?" Jughead scoffed as they sat in the student lounge.
"Define 'manage'." Veronica shrugged.
"People are going to lose their homes." Mila stated incredulously.
"Guys, why don't you three just come over and have a sit down with my dad, and has this out face to face like civilized people."
