Bughead Oneshots ✔️

Ya'll know the drill.

~preview~

I heard the faintest sound of feet stepping against the wooden dock, but I wasn't afraid. Instead I inhaled a deep breath and leaned back on my hands.

The person sat down beside me. Their presence wasn't awkward nor comforting. It was just there. Like I was.

I knew who it was. He was often here when I came. We'd gotten used to each other just being there. I found out his name was Jughead Jones and he comes here not for bad dreams-usually-but for issues back home.

"Let me guess. You had a dream about being with your crush and woke up sweating to the horrible truth?" He said softly. I found his demeanor oddly soothing.

"Actually, I came here for some self-reflection." I replied just as softly as him.

He seemed to know what I meant.

"Sometimes..." I continued, "I feel so lost its like trying to find stars during the day. One moment everything feels so right and the next its all so utterly wrong I find myself rethinking everything and I just need to be alone."