Love You Still| Le Monke x Jughead Jones

Part 2

Jughead's POV

    I walked back into the Diner and saw that Monke was GONE! Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me for leaving? Does he know about Betty?

     I panicked for a little until I saw something on the table. It was a not.

Dear Jughead, 

Meet me downstairs in La Bonne Nuit Speakeasy

-Monke

      I thought it was 3pm, why would the speakeasy downstairs be open? I checked the time and it was already 6pm. I guess time flies when you're writing and talking to cute guys.

     I walked downstairs and there were already people there, including my friend Veronica, who owned La Bonne Nuit and Pop's diner. Veronica looked at me and gestured at me to come downstairs.

"There's someone else performing tonight, and he said he wanted to dedicate it to you," she said.

I felt like I already knew who it was, but I didn't want to get my hopes up.

Veronica walked onstage to make an announcement.

"Good evening everyone, tonight I'd like to introduce Le Monke performing an original song dedicated to my friend Jughead Jones!" 

I couldn't believe he would do that for me. I felt myself blush again. He walked his tall figure over to the stage and started to sing.

"Uh oh, stinky,"  he sang.

His voice was so breathtaking. I could hardly contain myself and I could've sworn I almost started crying. He finished the song and walked off stage. I got a table in a secluded area because all the other ones were taken. I was lost in thought when I heard footsteps heading towards my table. 

"Hello Jughead, did you like my song?" He said.

I wanted to tell him it was beautiful and I could listen to it all day, but I didn't want to come on too strong.

"It was beautiful, you have such a talent. How did you come up with an original song so fast?" I asked.

"These things just come naturally to me," He said. His boast gave me a feeling inside that this was destiny. Not only was he handsome, a good singer, but a writer too? He was too perfect, and we shared a common writing interest. 

"Since you treated me to dinner, how about I get us some drinks?" He said. I nodded in agreement and we talked and drank. I was only sixteen but I had drunk things much stronger.

     I knew I had to be careful because I would be returning home alone with my father out of town, Betty being away investigating with Charles, and my sister at a sleepover. I couldn't help myself though. I eventually passed out. Whether it was from drinking or my pure haze, I was knocked out. All I remember is someone carrying me home, tucking me into bed and I dozed off.

     The next morning, I woke with a bad headache. I checked my bedside table and a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen lied there. I took the ibuprofen and drank the water and walked downstairs. To my surprise, Le Monke was there in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Good morning sunshine," He said to me. I smiled at him and helped him with breakfast.

To be continued in part 3...