Disclaimer (since every author does this for some reason): I do not own Riverdale. The CW and the guy who created Riverdale owns Riverdale. This is my first short story so don't expect it to be perfect and I might be making these types of stories more often because I'm not really good with keeping up with updating chapter type stories persistently.
Enough talk! Enjoy!
Why do you have to be so cute?
By day I'm easily annoyed by your sarcastic comments on an important subject, and intimidated by your stubborn attitude and stuck-up manner. It's like you don't even care about anyone except you and your stupid hamburgers.
But by night, you're in my dreams. Holding me and caressing me. Kissing up and down my neck, then finding your way back to my lips. Harshly, but passionately. By daybreak when it all disappears from my thoughts with me jerking up from my bed in complete distress, I break down. I would be disgusted and traumatized that I, Riverdale High's one and only sweetheart, would even think about doing that stuff with you, Riverdale High's one and only Donny Darko.
The whole school knows I like Archie Andrews. I've had a huge crush on him since we were kids. Though Riverdale High's one and only golden boy has ended up with new girl, Veronica Lodge, I know he still admires me from afar. And I know you do, too. I catch you staring at me from a distance, even if we're not debating on who's smarter and who's not or conflicting about our complete differences at the time. In a rarity, I even catch you smirking or smiling lightly at me whenever I say something either really clever or really intelligent, even though we are known to hate each other's guts. Sometimes it's even kinda sexy.
But you're still Jughead Jones. You're still a vicious Southside Serpent just like your deadbeat excuse for a father. For all I know you might sell drugs, or dump bodies into Sweetwater River, or even KILL people. In other words, you are no angel, Jughead Jones. You are a dark, loner, outsider that grew up on the wrong side on the tracks. I'm a straight A's student, I'm a cheerleader, for God's sake, I'm the perfect girl next door. We're polar opposites.
I hate the way you make me feel. Even outside of my dreams I'm still so suddenly flabbergasted by you, which confuses you because I'm usually so quick to come up with a burn that starts, yet, another illiterate debate. But you'll never understand, and you'll never find out that I how I really feel.
Jeez, Jughead Jones, why do you have to be so cute?
