This will be a series for now.
Veronica and Betty sat in a booth at Pop's, each girl sipping on her own milkshake. They smiled and laughed as they chatted about random topics, the subject ranging from schoolwork to their friends. After their giggles died down from joking about Kevin's antics, the conversation landed on the topic of (Y/N) and Jughead.
"So (Y/N) and Jughead have been friends forever, like you and Archie, right?" Veronica asked.
"Yeah, they've been best friends for as long as any of us could remember," Betty said, smiling. "They used to chase each other around everywhere. It was so cute. I remember this one time, we were in first grade and the four of us were playing in Archie's backyard. Suddenly, Jughead got down on one knee, took off his beanie, and proposed to (Y/N)."
"No!" Veronica gasped, covering a smile.
"Yes!" Betty giggled. "Archie and I were so shocked, but (Y/N) just smiled and put on the beanie. She told him, 'We're much too young to get married, Juggie. Ask me again when we're eighteen and I'll say yes.'" Veronica laughed and Betty soon joined her. Once their laughter subsided, Veronica's wandering eyes found Jughead sitting a few booths away, typing away on his computer.
"Speak of the devil," she smirked, pointing at him as Betty turned around to look. He sat by himself, ignorant to the world as he wrote his story.
"I'm surprised (Y/N)'s not with him," Betty commented as she turned back to face Veronica. She shrugged.
"I bet you she'll walk in within the next ten minutes."
Sure enough, a few minutes later (Y/N) entered the Chock'lit Shoppe. She stood by the entrance for a minute, her eyes scanning the diner. Finally, she spotted Jughead and walked over to the booth. Sliding into the same seat as Jughead, she rested her chin on his shoulder. Betty and Veronica watched as her mouth moved, but they couldn't hear what she was saying.
"Ugh, I can't hear them!" Veronica moaned. Betty nodded.
"Me too. Maybe we could move a bit closer?" she suggested. "But be subtle about it." The girls slowly picked up their milkshake glasses and shifted down a few booths, so now they were within earshot of Jughead and (Y/N). Neither of them seemed to notice.
"It's very well-written," (Y/N) commented, her eyes scanning Jughead's laptop screen. "Very eloquent and ominous." The corners of Jughead's lips curved upwards, but he didn't take his eyes off the screen.
"Thanks," he replied, continuing to type. Betty and Veronica continued to observe their interactions, watching as Jughead continuously stole (Y/N)'s fries, to which she would reciprocate with a slap on his arm. At one point Jughead became so invested in his story that he completely zoned out, unable to hear (Y/N).
"Juggie," she pestered him, lightly poking his arm. "Come on, Jughead. Earth to Juggie?" He remained stoic as (Y/N) sighed, leaning back in the seat. After a moment of thought, she sprung up again. She smirked as she snatched the beanie off of Jughead's head and tugged it onto hers. That seemed to snap him out of his trace, because immediately he slammed his laptop shut and reached out to take it back. (Y/N) giggled and ran out from their booth, running over to Betty and Veronica. The two girls shifted so it would appear that they weren't eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Quick, move," (Y/N) urged as she squeezed past Betty into the booth. Jughead slowly approached their table, his eyes never shifting from (Y/N).
"Give it back," he demanded as he stood right in front of the table. Betty and Veronica bit their lips in an attempt to keep their giggles at bay. (Y/N) shook her head.
"Not unless you let me wear it tomorrow," she bargained. Jughead scoffed and crossed his arms.
"This isn't a negotiation," he told her. He leaned over to grab it off (Y/N)'s head, but she swatted his arm away.
"This is a negotiation," she replied, smirking. "I have something that we both want. I'm proposing a fair deal to you. Take it or leave it." Jughead released an exasperated sigh as he looked at Betty and Veronica.
"Can either of you please give that back to me?" he pleaded. The two girls almost missed the slight upward twitch of his lips. Veronica pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile.
"Nope," she said, popping the 'p'. "I think it's a fair deal." Betty shrugged and nodded.
"I agree," she stated. Jughead let out another frustrated groan and (Y/N) smirked.
"The girls have spoken, Juggie. Do we have a deal?" she questioned.
"Fine," Jughead agreed, rolling his eyes. (Y/N) smirked triumphantly, jumping over the seat and out to stand next to Jughead. He grabbed the beanie off her head and placed it onto his. A smirk began to creep onto his face.
"You didn't make me pinky promise," he taunted before retreating back to their table. (Y/N) huffed in anger as she stomped back to their booth, sitting down across from Jughead with her arms crossed. Betty and Veronica broke down into hysterical laughter.
"Oh my god!" Veronica laughed. "They're like an old married couple!"
"Yeah they are," Betty giggled. "I still can't believe they're just like friends." They both shook their heads as they turned their attention back to (Y/N) and Jughead's booth. The pair had stood up, Jughead's laptop tucked under his arm, and they exited the diner.
The next day at school, Betty and Veronica gave (Y/N) confused stares as she roamed the hallways sporting Jughead's signature grey beanie.
"That cannot be Jughead's," Veronica denied, shutting her locker. "I mean, there's no way Jughead would actually give his beanie to her. He never takes that thing off." Betty gave her a doubtful look.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he let her wear it," Betty replied as they began to walk to the student lounge. "He's completely smitten with her."
"He's more smitten with his hat," Veronica joked, both girls laughing.
Their suspicions were confirmed when they spotted Jughead in the lounge, raven locks flowing freely. He wore no beanie. (Y/N) entered a few minutes later, still wearing Jughead's beanie. She smirked as she walked over to him. Betty and Veronica turned to face them, not-so-subtly attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Can I please have it back?" they heard Jughead whine. (Y/N) grinned and shook her head, putting her hands over the beanie in case Jughead tried to snatch it off her head.
"No."
"I feel like an idiot without it on," he complained. "Everyone's giving me weird looks. And normally I don't mind that, but I'm feeling quite vulnerable and exposed without my beanie."
"A deal's a deal, Juggie," (Y/N) sing-songed, walking over to sit next to Betty on the couch. Jughead muttered under his breath and shook his head, but he followed (Y/N) and leaned against the armrest of the couch. The four friends chatted and laughed together, and Betty and Veronica couldn't help but notice Jughead's frequent glances at (Y/N) and the wide smile that never left his face.
