literally wrote this freshman year and... i'm ashamed lol. this is ✨embarrassing✨
you and Jughead had been friends your whole life...but does that transform into something different, maybe something...romantic?
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Highes...
Okay so we're continuing right from where we left off in the last chapter. This is the look for the jubilee of you forgot:
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Kk lets get right back into it!
I grab Jughead's hand and we walk out of our, yes I said our apartment, locking the door behind us. I look at Jughead as we walk down the hallway only long enough to get a glimpse of him. It's the small moments like this, moments that seemingly look like they would mean almost nothing, walking down the hallway on a random day to go to a stupid city function that we don't want to go to... but doing it together that really get me for some reason.
It's like our whole relationship flashes before my eyes.
How lucky I am to have already met my soulmate so young. It's moments like these, truly, that remind me why I choose to continue living.
"What?" Jughead asks as we get into the car, breaking me out of my trance. "Nothing I just, I love you so much Jug." I say chuckling slightly at myself. "I love you too, are you sure you're okay?" He asks. I laugh. "Yeah, I'm.. perfect." I sigh.
I plug in my phone and turn on Spotify, playing the playlist labeled "👑♥️" (if you aren't on a phone or something it's a crown and heart emoji) yes, I made him a playlist. And what?
Immediately our song comes on. (Open to interpretation, comment what yours is!) I smile and drive, both of us quietly singing along, holding hands.
I had purposefully told Jug the jubilee started at 5 o'clock (17:00) when it had actually started at 6:30 (18:30) because I knew that he wanted to talk to his dad. I could see it, I could feel it.
I switch directions and head to the sheriffs station where he was being held. "Wait, where are we going?" "We're going to see your dad, listen, I know this is a sensitive thing and I should've told you, but I can tell you want to talk to him. So when sheriff Keller called and asked if you could come down I said yes. I'm sorry." I spit out.
He sighs, "It's okay. Frankly, I knew I needed to talk to him. I've been pushing it off; or waiting for some kind of sign. I guess this is it." He says, I smile at him and keep driving.
We get to the sheriffs station and I wait in the car while he goes in.
He comes back, tears in his eyes. "Hey, are you okay??" I ask, of course he's not. "Yeah... listen Y/n." He turns in his seat so his body is facing me, and takes my hands in his. "I worked something out with my foster family so I can stay at my dads trailer, so we can still see each other every single day after school. And I know that me moving to south side high isn't ideal but I know we can handle it." I just kiss him in response.
