R E A D ▶︎ I N T R O D U C T I O N "How did you know it was me you needed to show around?" "My dad said to look for a good looking boy with bold green eyes and black floppy hair." "So you think I'm good looking." He said. Archie stared at him for a split second, his mouth turning up into a slight smirk before letting out a chuckle of bemusement. "Goodbye." He called before rushing down the hallway. *** The boy had been nameless for as long as he could remember, which despite being 17 years old, is only five years. He was an odd boy to try and get to know. He talked in absolutes, specifically in old English, barely ate, and the only things he seemed to love was Seattle, books, words, and the rain. Archie, on the other hand, was the son of Fred Andrews, the nameless boy's social worker. He was adventurous, different, and to the boy's surprise, cute. Archie was probably the first person the boy had ever come across that stared at him with such neutrality as he did regularly. The boy found that intriguing. Will an encounter of obvious indifference on the boy's first day at school bud into something more? *** ▶︎ ?/?/? ◼︎ ?/?/? DistressInDisguise©

T E X T I N G ▶︎ A. U. Jughead: Sex? ASongInDistress: we didn't even have our first date yet but I mean I'm down. Jughead: AHDKS NO YOU PERVERT Jughead: sex as in do you identify as a girl, a boy, or do you not have a label? ASongInDistress: ohhhhh, I'm a boy. ASongInDistress: sexuality? Jughead: hmm seems a little fúckboyish ? Jughead: but I don't have a label, my sexuality is cute people with awesome personalities :) *** One day Archie doodles a tiny flower on Jughead's paper. At the end of class, Archie looks over to see that Jughead drew a meadow of flowers around the lone one. What happens when Archie anonymously messages Jughead to get to know him? *** Inspired by textpost on Tumblr. ▶︎ 7-3-17 DistressInDisguise©

T R I G G E R ▶︎ W A R N I N G S "Jughead, you can't drive like this, what if you get hurt?" "You weren't so concerned about me getting hurt when you hurt me yourself." He spits, attempting to walk away faster, only to fall on the ground in the parking lot of the bar they were both just in. "Let me take you home." Archie pleads, kneeling next to the raven haired beauty. "Home was you, but you left." Jughead whispers, finally gazing his blood shot eyes into Archie's sad ones. *** Past lovers, Jughead and Archie, embark on a long road trip towards Jughead's apartment where they share, in their point of view, what really happened the day all hell broke lose in a series of flashbacks and heartfelt confessions. *** cir·cum·lo·cu·tion ˌsərkəmˌləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ noun the use of many words where fewer would do, especially in a deliberate attempt to be vague or evasive. DistressInDisguise© ▶︎ 7/1/17 ◼︎ 2/5/18