The One with A Complication (JUGHEAD X READER X ARCHIE)

Chapter 11

The One with A Complication (PART 11)

"Archie!" Kevin sprinted across your front lawn, nearly toppling into a bush as he tripped over a crack in the pavement leading up to the front porch. "You can't just barge in there like the angsty teenage police brigade, Mrs. (YOUR MOTHERS NAME) will slice you up into a million little pieces and serve you for dinner. It'll be her own homegrown version of Delicatessen and she'll love every freakin' second of it!"

"She's not even here, Kevin," Archie pointed out, turning on his heel and gesturing towards the empty driveway. "Her car's gone. And do you really think (YOUR NAME) would risk having a boy in her room while her mother's around? She's too smart for that."

"Well what are you going to do, Archie?" Kevin sighed, stepping in front of him to block his path to the door. "March into her room like the macho man jealous ex-boyfriend? Well newsflash my friend, but you and (YOUR NAME) aren't together. You cheated on her. So why are you acting like this?"

"I don't know, I just..." Archie furrowed his brow in frustration, bringing his fingers up to massage his temples as if to get rid of a headache. "I just need to talk to them, okay?"

"Fair enough," Kevin muttered, stepping back to gesture towards the door with one hand. "But would you at least knock like a civilized human being, please, and take the testosterone level down like fifty notches?"

"I can do that," Archie agreed, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a faint smile.

"Thank you," Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for Archie to make his move. "Now, go on, I haven't had a chance to binge watch Gossip Girl today and could really use my daily dose of teenage drama."

Archie exhaled a nervous breath as he lifted his fist to pound loudly on the wooden door. He and Kevin exchanged a curious look as they heard padded footsteps making their way through the house and into the foyer. A second later the door swung open to reveal a sock-footed (YOUR NAME) wearing a mixed look of shock and horror to go with her classic messy bun.

"Uh, hi, Arch!" You stammered, your eyes wide with panic as you met your long-time friend's and ex-boyfriend gaze with a look of confusion. "And Kevin, you're here too! What a surprise! What are you, um, what are you doing here?"

"We saw your little, Fifty Shades of Pillow Fights make-out sesh with our snarky, yet surprisingly lovable pal Jughead Jones III, from Archie's window," Kevin explained, narrowing his eyes at you and pointing a stern finger in your face. "You've been found out, (YOUR NAME)."

"What? Um, that's crazy, I don't know what you're..." Your words came out rushed and jumbled before you realized you were doing little to convince your friends that you had not been participating in the acts you were accused of. "I'm really sorry we didn't say anything earlier. We were going to, I swear, it just never seemed like the right time."

"We had a deal, remember?" Kevin reminded you, his face contorting into a look of faux-hurt and anger. "Never leave Kevin out of the good gossip. And this, I mean come on, this is better than that time Cheryl got that football coach from Greendale arrested for-"

"Well, well," A familiar voice coming from the doorway stopped Kevin in his tracks and they all turned to find Cheryl Blossom, accompanied by the unlikely pairing of Veronica Lodge standing by her side. "Isn't this cozy. Looks like we missed the invitation for this little powwow you all seem to be having. It's like the live-action version of Scooby-Doo, but instead of Sarah Michelle Gellar we get (YOUR NAME). What a downgrade."

"Hey, (YOUR NAME), hope you don't mind us stopping by," Veronica greeted her friends as she stepped into the house, ignoring Cheryl's snide comment and turning to smile at you. "Cheryl and I were thinking about this new cheer routine that we thought the vixens would totally rock and-"