artificial poisoning || J.J., C.S imagines

6 || jughead jones

(sorry, this one kinda sucked)

The autumn air stings your cheeks, signifying the cold days to come. 

You shuffle, as you pucker your chapped lips that were dying of thirst. Your pink-end hand slowly creeps up to the chipped door that belonges to your -old new best friend- jughead jones.  

You two had been best friends since you muttered, "nice hat" in kindergarten. ever since that day, you two were inseparable -attached at the hip- some might say. but, honestly, you were. the only time you were not with one another was when you were pulled apart by your parents as you had to go home and sleep. Or, of course, go to the bathroom. 

That system remained the same, more or less, through middle school. 

However, for some reason, you two grew apart the summer before you started high school. who knows why, but you did. 

I mean you two still talked - because you were in the same friend group - and you still hung out... but just not very much. and never alone. 

You two would often give each other a passing nod in the halls of hell (school), or a small smile when arriving to class. 

This treatment carried on, for the rest of that year. 

Up until your boyfriend (Archie), and his girlfriend (Betty) broke up with you two so they could be together. 

You, of course, felt like shit, as did jughead. so, you two mopped. till you found jughead, himself, sitting alone at 2:33 A.M., gazing out of a rain glazed window in a lonesome dinner. You trudged over with hesitation, and sat, with no invitation as you were accustomed too. 

That became a short-lived tradition, as you two were soon talking. Talking about your breakups, talking about all of the drama that had subsided (as you two loved because the drama took place a long enough time ago where your opinions meant nothing), and of course cult classics. 

You would rant about your favorite shows and he would listen intently, and vice versa. You were soon falling into your old nature, of never wanting to leave the raven-haired boys side. 

Your thoughts crumble as the door opens. a wave of warmth coats your ice bitten cheeks. Your face twists with a layer of confusion.

"did i knock?" You wonder allowed, in a dreamy voice. His face contorts into the same expression as yours. 

"huh?"

"on the door? did i knock on the door?" You repeat, trying to clarify as you continue to shuffle in place.

"yes...?" He replies just as confused as before if not more. 

"is that a question?" You say with an undetectable amount of snark. 

"no," He says simply.

"so... I did knock?" You try and finish your thought. 

"yes," he says just as simple as before. 

And then silence. sweet simple silence is all that is heard. You honestly don't mind it as it is one of the many things that seem to follow you. 

The pause thickens. 

"so, what's up?" Jughead breaks the simple serenity. shifting his weight to his left leg and folding his arms over his stomach. 

"oh, well, you left this," You say as you reach into your backpack that was balanced on your shins, pulling out a large green textbook, "in my house," you continue as you place the heavy book in his calloused hands that are somehow soft.