Step-siblings (bughead)

ḉℏᾰ℘тḙԻ 𝟦 (ḙᖱ!тḙᖱ)

𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Today, was sunday morning, And how else to wake up better than for your first thought to be the fail of yesterdays lunch. So I pretended like i didn't really exist and slept in even longer than normal. The lunch yesterday went on for longer than I liked after my fauxpas. It isn't like Fp isn't super nice and super kind-hearted, it's just the akwardness of it all, Jughead still glaring at me and Mom seeming like she's forgotten dad.  But all in all they are not as bad as other southsiders I met. By accident or not. I like Fp and I like seeing my mom happy after such long time. And if this relationship makes her happy and Fp is a good guy I won't say anything. Still I don't know how trustworthy Jughead is. He seems set on southside and southside only.

But it wasn't only lunch that was horrible yesterday. If you were wondering what I am talking about, I rembembered that I forgot to do this huge biology assignment, which we should hand in on monday so I had to waste 5 hours of my beautiful saturday on that shit. Then I suddenly experienced such bad chest pains, god knows why, that I had to lay down the rest of my saturday evening which I actually planned to spend with Veronica.

And now it's sunday. I already dreaded tomorrow because then Jughead and the whole southside is coming to Riverdale High. I just found out about it yesterday evening, because Kev texted me, talking about all the hot guys there could be. I thought it was just Jughead coming to Riverdale High maybe because of his dads relationship with my mom but actually it was shut down because of too much crime and drugs going on. That type of shit. But let me tell you...big headed northside jocks and hotheaded southside punks don't mix that well.

Anyways, back to my plans on sleeping in. Moments before I fell back into a deep sleep again, I was interrupted. Apparently my mom had visitors again. And they have been talking and laughing loudly all trough the house. And you have 3 tries to guess who it is....You're right. Fp.

So now I can't fall asleep anymore even with a pillow pressed to both of my ears, I can still hear the joyous laughter of my mom and him. And yes, hearing my mom laugh makes it a little bit better but still...they ruined my plans of pretending not to exist.

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After 40 minutes I was showered. I know thats a lot of time but my body makes me unable to do it faster. Something is wrong with me, but I don't know what and Mom doesn't really pay attention to it, even though I suppose she must have noticed some time. Anyways my hair was dry and I was clothed in clothes that are comfortable but didn't make me look like a homeless. I am just wearing a big gray hoodie, which is reaching mid-thigh, with some black leggings, it's a start in comparison to how my cloth combinations are when I am alone at home. Waliking down the stairs barefoot was the worst decision I could've ever made. It's frickin' cold!

I was nervous to the last steps, to step into their vision. Maybe it was because of the emberassing situation yesterday. Or because of...Jughead. But why would he be here today? He can't tag along to every "date" his dad has with my mom. The nervousness wouldn't make my feet move, so I stand silently  hidden behind the last wall of the stairs. I took a peek around the corner to see my mom and Fp just sitting, my mom cuddlet in Fp's arm, and talking in the livingroom. It was a cute sight, though, I miss my dad. Her behaviour towards me wasn't like that before dad was declared dead. After that she became who she is. I understand it, honestly. Death changes people. But still it hurts everytime she acts like I am not her daughter and she doesn't care for me. 

I didn't notice I was so lost in thought, standing there like a creep, until a voice right next to my ear whispered. "I didn't know you where such a stalker." Startled I turned around in the quickest motion I have made in a while. I saw a glimpse of Jughead, before I completely lost my step and began to fall backwards. I prepared myself for the impact, that would for once and all really destruct my broken body. But before my body hit the floor, I suddenly felt Jugheads hands on my waist, catching me in the right time.

With ease, as if I was just a sack of potatoes, he hauled me back up and placed me back on the stairs, one step just below where he was standing. His hands were still resting on my waist, sending out sparks of heat through my body. My head lifted involuntarily, looking him straight in the eyes. His face was set in a sly smile, but there was something mysterious about this look in his eyes, that I couldn't decipher. Blushing I recovered out of my shocked trance and I wiggled myself out of his hands. "Thanks- I am no stalker but thanks. Well fuck you first for even putting me in that situation but thanks for catching me." I watched his right side of the mouth wander even more up in a slight smile at my ramble. 

I quickly took a look back to our parents, to see if they noticed anything, only to witness that they were still in their deep talk. As I turned my head back at Jughead he still had that little sly smile but was also watching me with an raised eyebrow. "So, is this your hobby? Spying on our parents before noon or..?" He asked sarcastically. Really? Not even 10 in the morning and I had this overly attractive and at the same time aggravating dickhead provocating me. I felt my face turn warm from anger. I opened my mouth to say something back but nothing came out. I just- how should I explain it? I don't know. He just shook his head smirking. "Don't worry I won't join your spy games in the future" He stated, crossing his arms infront of him, that smirk all the while sitting in his face. I looked at him mouth agape, like a fish out of water. "I am wether spying, nor stalking or ceeping up on them" I finally stated and I was sure my face was blasting red from all that frustration. 

"Look- ugh I just wanted to wait for the best moment to come downstairs to greet Fp to make a good second impression"

"So you were stalking them" He asked with no emotion. Does this dude even have any. "Yes- I mean no, NO, I wasn't- the point is, it doesn't matter anyway. I'm done explaining this situation to a dumbass like you are" I sighed out, rubbing my temple he was already giving me a headache. "Wow, first you are insulting me where I come from and now again. Shame on you Cooper, not a good start." I was speechless as he patted me on my shoulder before descending down the stairs with his feet thumping loudly, joining our parents on the opposite couch.

I felt like standing hours on those stupid stairs, still hidden, trying to stop being speechless. Who knew he was such a stupid annoying human. How can I continue without trying to kill him because this surely isn't the last time I'll be seing him. For sure.