Archie woke up for what felt like the millionth time that night. He rolled over, and sighed. Sitting up, he swung his legs off the bed and... kicked an air mattress.
"Oh shit. Sorry Jug." Archie mumbled, looking down to see an empty bed. "Jug?" he called, looking to see if he was anywhere in the room. He wasn't.
Archie stood up and walked towards the door. A small beam of light caught his eye when he reached for the door knob. As he traced the small beam of light back he found himself standing in front of his closed curtains. He stood there for a moment, wondering if Betty was still up. It was around two thirty in the morning, what could she possibly be doing?
He pulled the curtain open to check.
Archie couldn't believe his eyes... No. He couldn't believe his fucking eyes. He was sure his jaw hit the floor when he saw it. His two best friends standing in Betty's bedroom in a tight embrace. Jughead was holding Betty, her legs wrapped tightly around his bare chest. As they turned, Archie would've averted his eyes if they hadn't been glued to the scene. Betty wasn't wearing a shirt. Her breasts were flush against Jughead's chest and their lips were attached, though the occasional adjustment allowed Archie to see their entwined tongues.
The air choked in his throat, as he watched them stumble towards the bed, Jughead landing on top of her. He quickly let the curtain close in front of him, not really wanting to invade their privacy and watch any more.
"What the actual fuck?" Was all he could say.