Trapped in Silk

1.2

Jughead lay spread out on his bed, eyes fixed on the peeling damp above. Why did Archie care so much. Was he gay? His dad had told him all about them, it was wrong, less of a man. But Archie wasn't wrong, he was Archie. He was kinda perfect. And that was kinda gay, he thought to himself. He'd always seen Archie as someone to look up to, did this one small aspect really change all that, did it even really matter? FP would say it did, but he didn't exactly have a track record for being right. He ran his hands through his hair, now overly aware that he had probably just made it greasy, and sat up facing the rickety desk jammed in front of the window. Jughead ran his hands over the circular burn marks from the previous owners cigarette, feeling the rough edges. Maybe Archie wouldn't bring it up. 

It wasn't as if he was religious, so why did it matter to him. His dad thought it was unnatural but he also thought very highly of Archie, maybe they'd cancel out. Maybe FP would stop wishing for a different son. Archie probably wasn't gay though, right? Fred would probably be cool with it though, he cared. Jughead cared too, did he care enough? Archie was probably just sticking up for someone else, that was more like him. Thats what he used to do for Jug, before he learnt to through a punch. He pulled a photo off the wall beside him, it was him and Archie a couple of years back at the beach, Fred had taken them. FP was probably doing some shady shit with the serpents, did he really want to be like him.