Early the next morning, before Betty woke up, Jughead hauled ass out of her bedroom window, nearly falling off the icy ladder in his hurried decent. It had snowed the night before, coating Riverdale in a shining white blanket. Jughead hoisted his overly large backpack higher up on his shoulder, trudging through the snow towards the school. It was just breaking 6 AM. He kept his head down as he walked along the side of the road. As he approached the school he heard foot falls behind him, he kept walking as the sound grew louder, faster. Someone ran up behind him, clapping him hard on the shoulder. Jughead swung around with his fists up, ready to block an attack, and came face to face with a surprised and slightly out of breath Archie. Jughead breathed deeply as he dropped his fists to his sides. Archie, dressed in sneakers, a winter jacket, and shorts, looked like he'd been running for a while. "Hey, Jug. Why so jumpy?" Archie looked concerned. "Nothing, I'm fine." He replied. He turned toward the school again, but Archie held him back. "I got here earlier, looking for you." He didn't say it as a question, but Jughead knew what he meant. He sighed. "Betty invited me to sleep in her house during the winter break, so that if they locked the school up I'd have somewhere to stay." He said this all as quietly as possible. Archie smiled a little, but he still looked worried, but he let it go. "Well if you want to somewhere else to crash tonight, you know where to find me." Jughead nodded and raised a hand in farewell as Archie started another lap around the school building.