So here it is. This story has become so angsty and I'm so sorry. I think it really reflects my own mental state now and over the past 5 months. But it's only two more angsty chapters after this one and then things will chill out and then the epilogue.
I'm not in love with this chapter but the end scene in the bedroom might be one of my favorite scenes I've ever written.
Also, if this story was giving you blue balls before it's about to get worse.
I can't promise the next chapter will come out any quicker than this one but I will post. I'm too close to the end to give up.
I edited this myself so it's probably a mess.
Jughead wasn't at school for the next week and he missed all his shifts at the library. Betty worked her shifts alone except for the couple hours a week she trained the new hire who would take over when they went to college.
Betty spent every night she could with him until the following Saturday when he told her he needed to be alone and asked her to leave. If Betty wanted to spend the night after that she had to invite herself. When they were together all Jughead wanted to do was to watch cartoons and eat take out.
If Betty ever tried to bring up what happened Jughead would shut down so she stopped pushing. She had to hope he would talk to her when he was ready.
He barely touched her. There was no spontaneous kisses, loving caresses or late night snuggles. He kissed her when she first came over and when she left. Betty tried not to let it worry her, he was going through a lot and she was willing to give him the space he needed.
Nearly two weeks following the incident, seemingly out of the blue, Jughead showed up at school. He sat beside Betty at lunch as if nothing happened; laughing at Veronica's jokes, draping his arm over Betty's chair and taking any opportunity to make fun of Cheryl. It was only when Archie entered the cafeteria did his demeanour change. His eyes went wide and his face white as a sheet.
"I gotta go." He announced, grabbing his bag and he was out of the room in a flash.
Betty sighed once he was out of sight. "I'm so frustrated and I have no idea what to do. Is he talking to any of you?" She asked almost accusatory.
Kevin and Veronica shook their heads in unison.
"There's gonna need to be a cage match, that's what he needs." Cheryl said.
"What are you babbling about?" Kevin asked popping a piece of carrot in his mouth.
"Jug's just not going to get over this. He's just not going to be better. He needs to release all the shit he has inside, make some confrontations, get into a fight and then he can start to heal. If he keeps it in all inside it'll come out in really unhealthy ways. Before you know it, he'll be asking girls to help load furniture into his van and skinning them to make a suit."
"What is wrong with you?" Veronica asked.
Cheryl shrugged. "I listen to a lot of true crime podcasts and pent up feelings are never good. He should fight Archie."
"So you think violence is the answer?" Betty challenged.
"Wouldn't you love to punch Archie in the face? He's treated you worst of all." Cheryl cocked an eyebrow. She had slipped back into a familiar antagonizing tone she used to have before Betty met Jughead and Cheryl decided to kiss Veronica back.
"I get your point but Jughead is a lover not a fighter. Hitting Archie might give him temporary relief but it's only going to make him hate himself even more." Betty pointed out.
"Agreed." Veronica said finishing off her plate of chilli cheese fries.
Cheryl looked at her girlfriend, mouth agape. "You're supposed to take my side! I'm your significant other."
"I'll take your side when you're right and right now you're wrong." Veronica wiped her fingers off on a napkin.
Cheryl huffed crossing her arms over her chest.
"Whatever he needs to do or not do, we need to figure it out quick before he pulls away from all of us." Kevin warned.
The four of them sat in silence after Kevin's comment waiting for the bell to ring hoping he wouldn't be right.
Two nights later while Betty was finishing her homework Veronica called her in a panic.
"Betty, I think you should get over here." Veronica said grimly.
"What is it?" Betty asked leaning back in her chair.
"Jug's in a bit of a state." She sighed heavily.
"Can you say what you mean Veronica?" Betty snapped. Everything that had been happening over the past couple of weeks was now starting to weigh on her.
"Jughead is drunk." Veronica stated plainly. "No not drunk, he's hammered. He wanted to go over to the Andrew's place and none of us think that's a good idea." They were both silent for a long time. "Betty, I'm scared, I've never seen him like this. He is mean and belligerent. Kevin and Joaquin are restraining him and I'm starting to think he's going to become violent. He listens to you in a different way."
"Yeah, okay, I'll be right there." Betty rubbed her face and sighed.
"Fuck, he just punched Joaquin."
The line went dead and Betty grabbed her coat and her mom's car keys and headed across town.
She was angry at herself for underestimating the situation. She knew he was struggling, how heartbroken he was, how withdrawn he had become but she didn't think he would act out. That wasn't like him, he was an internal person. He worked things out in the mind. He could handle the verbal abusive for years from a man he thought was his father. He could handle the constant bullying at school and the abandonment from his mother. She assumed because he had handled everything else he could handled this too. She assumed he would come to her when he was ready but she was wrong.
She felt like an idiot.
Jughead was already halfway across the street heading to Archie's place by the time she got there. Veronica was trailing behind him pleading with him to stop.
Betty got out of the car and ran up to them. "Jug! Jug!" She shouted.
"Please don't try and stop me Bets, I'm doing this!" Jughead slurred as he rushed towards the house.
"I don't want to stop you, I just think we should talk about what you are going to say when you get in there. You need a game plan." She reasoned as they rounded the driveway but Jughead ignored her and soldiered on.
Archie was outside playing basketball in the harsh light coming from the lights over the garage. "Fuck." Betty muttered as Veronica gained on Jughead begging him to stop.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Loser?" Archie taunted as Jughead pushed past him. He started laughing when Veronica followed her intoxicated friend into Archie's house.
"What's his problem?" Archie asked with a furrowed brow.
"You know. You knew all this time and you never told me. God, Archie! And you wonder why this didn't work out." Betty shook her head, her ponytail bobbing from side to side.
"Tell you what?" Archie stared at her in confusion until realization finally swept his face. "Who told him?"
"FP." Betty answered bluntly. "Why didn't you tell me, Archie?"
"What would be the point? Were we gonna braid each other's hair and watch Beaches while I cry about it? It wouldn't change anything." A pain flashed across his face, a look Betty had never seen on his face but had seen on Jughead's far too often.
"I was your girlfriend, you lean on me, you trust me, you're supposed to be real with me."
"You were never my girlfriend. You were a fuck buddy and I told you whatever you needed to hear to keep you around." Archie admitted.
A flash of shock passed over Betty's face and she staggered back a step as if he had slapped her.
"I thought you wanted me to be real with you." Archie leered at her before turning to look at his front door. "What does he think is gonna happen?" Archie spat spinning the ball around in his hands. "My dad is going to welcome him with open arms and we'll be one big happy family?" He shook his head. "What a fucking idiot."
"Why are you like this?" Betty asked him.
"I'm just telling it how it is Bets, my father is barely a father to me." He said throwing the ball effortless and it fell through the hoop. "He changed too when my mom left."
"Why do you live with him? Why don't you go live with your mom? You're doing all this because you think Jughead made her leave, why didn't she fight for custody?" Betty asked crossing her arms.
Archie caught the basketball as it bounced back to him. "She did." He threw the ball again and missed. "But money always wins out in the end and that means my dad never loses." Archie turned to look at her. "He has legal custody of me and because I'm a minor I don't have a say. I see her on some holidays and during summer break. We love each other but our relationship will never be the same and it's Jughead and his whore mother's fault."
"It's your father's fault."
Betty saw an intensity in his eyes that she had never seen before. He never talked about himself in this way before. In the three years they were together he never talked about his feelings or family life. He only ever exhibited a party guy or football persona.
For a moment Betty felt sorry for him.
"You don't think I know that? I know but he's all I have, so what can I do?" He sighed. "I wanted Jughead to feel like me. To be left with nothing and I had no plan, my plan was to annoy you until we all had to go off to college. If I knew all I had to do was tell him we were related, I would have started with that." He took a step away from her and grabbed his shirt.
"Jughead didn't cause you the pain you are feeling, your dad did, be furious with your father." Betty reasoned.
"Oh I am, I just can't torture him quiet effectively as I can torture Jughead."
"Don't you want someone in your corner?" Betty asked taking a step towards him. "After everything that's happened? You were friends once, you're brothers now." She pointed out.
A myriad of emotions fluttered across his face before he settled on an expression of furious anger. "I have to see him hit rock bottom. I have to, its like I can't help myself."
Betty grabbed his hands. "He's there, you saw him. He's hit rock bottom. He could barely walk, headed into the belly of the beast. He has nothing left." She pleaded with him.
A sinister smile spread across his face as he brushed the back of his hand against Betty's cheek. "He hasn't lost everything, Bets and I don't know a lot him but I gotta feeling that when the going gets tough, that boy's a runner." He winked. "Later gator." He said as he moseyed away and disappeared in his house.
Betty sighed and wrung her hands together. Betty realized she had no control over this situation, over Archie and she could no longer read Jughead. If he continued to spiral she was no longer confident he wouldn't push himself away and she had no idea how to keep that from happening.
The Andrews house was nothing like Veronica's place. It wasn't an open concept plan, everything was dark, closed off and narrow. It felt more like a hunting lodge than a home and Jughead regretted his decision.
"Fred!" He yelled anyway. "Fred!" Jughead kept moving throughout the house looking for his father.
"Jughead this is a bad idea, lets go." Veronica hissed.
"No, I need to talk to him." Jughead slurred back batting the brunette away. "Fred!" He shouted again.
Finally, Fred's soft but commanding voice sounded from behind him. "Jughead?"
Jughead spun, nearly falling over. He righted himself and stared at Fred Andrews. He looked older than Jughead remembered, his hair was thinning and grey. He had many more wrinkles around his eyes and his skin was dull. He was wearing a blue dress suit with the first two buttons undone and black dress pants. It was in this moment he realized he should have listened to Betty; he had no idea what to say.
"What are you doing here, Jughead?" Fred looked up towards Veronica, "Ms. Lodge?" He took a step towards Jughead. "Are you okay?"
"You knew, you knew and you said nothing." Jughead said.
"I'm sorry?" Fred replied.
"You let your son torture me for your mistake and you did nothing." His voice cracked.
Fred's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"Did you even love my mother or were you just using her?" He asked with venom in his tone.
Fred sighed and rubbed his closed eyes with his thumb and index finger. "Did your mom tell you?" He asked.
"No, my da-" Jughead stopped and corrected himself. "FP told me. He's marrying Betty's mom and I'm dating Betty so…"
Fred's brow creased. "When did she break up with Archie?" He asked.
"So it's not just me you gave up on. You clearly know nothing about Archie either." Jughead snarked.
Veronica tugged at his sleeve. "Jug, please let's go. I'll drive us all to Felix's and you can have whatever you want."
"You should listen to your friend, Forsythe." He said with authority, like a father.
"Don't call me that!" He yelled grabbing at his hair.
"What do you want me to call you? What do want to have happen here, son?"
"Don't call me that either." He pointed at Fred, tears rolling down his cheeks, his voice cracking.
"The time we had for a real relationship is over and that's my fault. I'm sorry but our lives are what they are." Fred shrugged before he crossed his arms over his chest.
"What about me? What about what I want? I want a family. I want a father. Why don't I get to have that? Why don't I get a say?" Jughead's wished he wasn't drunk. He couldn't control himself at all.
"You can't always get what you want, Jughead." Fred said with a tone of finality.
"Look at you, crying like a bitch." Archie commented when he strolled into the room.
"Shut the fuck up Archie!" Veronica shouted at him.
"Fuck you!" Jughead mustered.
"To your room! Now!" Fred shouted with so much authority it felt like the air was sucked out of the room.
The darkness Jughead had become accustomed to seeing on Archie's face appeared and he turned, leaving the room without a word of protest.
"I think you should leave." Fred said.
"So that's it then? Nothing?"
"For now, yes." He paused and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll let you know when I'm ready to talk."
"Forget it. This was a mistake." Jughead shook his head and turned grabbing Veronica hands and rushing out of the house. They bumped into Betty who hadn't even cleared the lobby before she was pulled along by Veronica.
"We're going to Felix's." The brunette informed her.
"Is that a good idea?" Betty asked so unsure of everything.
"He needs food and Kevin and Joaquin need time to cool down." Veronica said as they left the driveway had started to circle Betty's still running car.
Jughead fell into the front seat and his head lulled back and forth against the head rest.
"He's not gonna make it to Felix's, we're going to Pop's." Betty said to Veronica.
"Betty, I want nachos." Jughead muttered.
"Okay Jug, we'll get you nachos." Betty turned to look at Veronica. "What did he drink?" She asked.
"A bottle of Hennessy." Veronica informed.
"It tastes like fire." Jughead said.
Betty sighed and the car started to move. They were at Pop's in no time and Jughead let the door fly open, getting out of the car on the warm spring night. He immediately vomited. The sound of it hitting the pavement made a nauseating splat sound which encouraged him to be sick again.
"Oh my god." Betty said and she was at his side, rubbing his back. He could hear feet pounding on the pavement and moments later Veronica was beside him with a glass of water.
"Jug, are you gonna be able to eat?" Veronica asked him.
He nodded and they went into an abandoned Pop's. He ate two plates of nachos and drank four cokes and a pitcher of water.
He fell asleep in the car, woke up just long enough to make it into the house and passed out on the couch.
Veronica and Betty took off his shoes covered him with a blanket and put a bucket near his head.
"I'll sleep on the opposite end of the sofa. He shouldn't be alone." Betty told Veronica who nodded and went upstairs.
Betty found her own blanket, propped a throw pillow behind her head and let exhaustion take over.
When Betty woke up Jughead was gone and she could hear talking in the kitchen. It was Veronica, Kevin and Cheryl discussing whether they could still make it for third period.
Betty sat up and rubbed her eyes just as Jughead came back into the room with a cup of coffee. He was shirtless, his hair was sticking up in every direction and he looked awful. He plopped down on the couch and rubbed his face. "Hey." He croaked.
"Morning." She half smiled. "How are you feeling?" She asked.
He sighed. "Have you ever been hit in the head with a sledgehammer?"
"I can't say I have."
"Well, that's how I'm feeling." There was a pause. "I'm sorry about last night."
"What were you thinking, Jug?" She asked leaning forward.
"I wasn't, I just needed to feel lighter I guess." He took a sip from his cup.
"Just talk to us." She was practically begging him. "It's been over two weeks and you haven't said anything to any of us. You must have feelings and thoughts on the subject." Betty moved closer to him.
Jughead sighed again. "Why does matter? It's not going to solve anything. In a couple of months I'll be in New York and I can just move on."
Betty scoffed. "You know who you sound like right now? Archie. I asked him why he never talked to me and he told me it didn't matter."
Jughead's drew his lips into a tight line. "Well, I guess it just runs in the family." He spat.
"So you really not going to talk about it at all?" Betty stood up and looked down at him.
"Nope." He said not looking at her and turning on the TV.
"Fine." She threw her hair up into a ponytail. "Are you coming to school?" She asked.
"God no."
"Am I gonna see you at some point this week?" She questioned.
"Yeah, I'll call you." He still wasn't looking at her.
"Okay." The word came out a little louder than a whisper as she bit her lip and headed to the front door. She rushed to her car and got in gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles going white. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks and before she could stop herself she was screaming. She was releasing all the pent up emotions she had been pushing down for the past couple of weeks. There was still so many of her own problems she hadn't dealt with and it had bubbled over with the brush off she had received from Jughead.
Her parents were divorcing, she was going to have a new step-father, she had so much to plan and figure out before school started in the fall and everything with Jughead felt like it was tearing her in two. She knew she needed to be there for him because he was hurting more than she could imagine but it didn't mean that she wasn't. She needed a shoulder to cry on but no one had the steady shoulder she needed.
She took a few deep breaths and brushed her tears away. She took a final look at herself in the mirror, started her car and went to school.
Jughead was working alone at the library and he was grateful for that. He felt like hadn't been alone for a second since he found out Fred was his father and he relaxed in the silence.
He put down his book and closed his eyes leaning back in his chair. He took a deep breath in and let the familiar comforting smell wash over him. The smell of old books, stale air and carpet that had been stepped on one to many times. It would be gross to most to people but to him it smelled like home.
Now, if he really focused he could smell Betty too. Her strawberries and vanilla haunting him in every corner and down every aisle.
Jughead was startled when he heard the front door shut. His eyes flew open to see Archie standing behind the counter completely expressionless.
He had dark circles under his eyes and Jughead wondered if everything being out in the open was affecting him as much as it was him. It was the first time they had been completely alone since they were kids.
"Archie?" Jughead said quieter than he wanted to.
Archie's eyes moved to lock with Jughead's and he watched as Archie put on his mask and became the mindless jock everyone wanted him to me. Jughead had started to realize that this was not who Archie really was. There was someone else under the surface, someone angry, someone miserable, someone just like him.
"Where's Betty?" Archie asked with a grin spreading across his face.
"Her house?" Jughead responded with a shrug.
"Trouble in paradise?" The redhead asked.
"No, we can spend time apart and it not be the end of the world. Two people with lives that coexist together."
Archie ignored what Jughead had said. "You know what I realized today?" Archie asked clapping his hands together, leaning over the counter.
"What's that?" Jughead pinched the bridge of his nose.
"We were brothers before you found out my dad is your dad too."
"What are you talking about?" Jughead exasperated.
"Well, by your own admission, Betty wanted to be with a man who could please her. You've fucked Betty and so have I. That makes us Eskimo Brothers." The shit eating grin on his face shifted to one of almost contentment.
Jughead said nothing as he felt his heart start to race. This was a thought he had been trying to put out of his mind for weeks. It was the reason he really hadn't touched Betty romantically since he found out. Jughead tried to keep his face neutral as Archie continued to talk.
"And we gotta give our girl around of applause. She has a nose like a greyhound doesn't she? She needed a Andrew's man and she certainly found one." He stepped back and pointed at him with a smirk. "If we aren't careful she gonna go after daddy dearest next."
Archie's smirk changed to a smile of satisfaction at Jughead's reaction. He knew his jaw was squared and his face was flushed, he couldn't hide how upset he was.
Archie picked up the book and looked at it. "This was awful by the way. It's feminist garbage." He threw it as Jughead's direction. He watched as The Handmaid's Tale fell open at his feet. "Later days, brother."
Archie gave a small wave before leaving Jughead alone with nothing but his dark thoughts and unrelenting doubt.
When Jughead got home he poked his head into the living room to find Veronica and Cheryl snuggling on the couch watching True Detective. "Is Betty here?" He asked them causing them both to look up at him.
"Yeah, she's watching TV in your room. We asked her for some alone time." Veronica explained.
Taking the hint Jughead turned and headed upstairs. He opened his bedroom door to find dozens of candles lit around the room and Betty lying on his bed in a sheer, low cut, baby pink bodysuit lingerie.
"What's all this?" He asked feeling unsure with what was about to happen. He tried to relax, he needed to relax. She looked incredible as she crawled off the bed and walked towards him. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders and looked as soft as her tan skin.
"The last couple of weeks have been tough and I thought it would be nice if we took a moment just for us." She smiled and pushed her body against his, their lips meeting as Jughead dropped his bag to the floor.
Betty moved her hands up his arms and pushed his coat off his shoulders. She pulled him close as she moaned into his mouth and lead him closer to the bed. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." She whispered to him between kisses.
"But you should go all the way, bro." Jughead's eyes flew open to see Archie leaning back on the bed. "Her vagina is like magic." He smirked at him.
Jughead pushed Betty away, his breathing heavy and erratic.
Betty's brow furrowed. "Are you okay?" She asked.
Jughead looked around the room to find it empty. He shook his head as if it would shake the madness he was feeling out.
"Jug, do you want to stop? If this is overwhelming we don't have to do it. I just thought it would be nice." The confidence Betty had when he entered the room was waining.
He cut her off. "No, no, we need this time together. I've been pushing you away and I should be focusing on the good relationships I have right now." He smiled at her and pulled off his beanie tossing it across the room.
He pulled her close again and kissed her passionately like they began doing. Her fingers trailed the hem of his shirt, lifting it up over his head. Her head tilted back breaking the kiss as she released a sigh begging for him to kiss the milky expanse of her neck.
"Her collarbone." Jughead heard Archie's voice say.
He opened his eyes and locked eyes with his brother standing behind Betty, his fingers delicately tracing over her clavicle. "She'll go fucking nuts. You wanna hear a sound that'll make you believe in god? Kiss and lick her there." Archie instructed.
Jughead did as he was told and as promised Betty moaned, a moan that he had never heard before. It made him hard. He pushed her towards the bed and admired how her barely covered breasts bounced when she hit the mattress.
"Mmmmm, Jug, I want you so bad." She mewled as he writhed on the bed.
"Oh god, Jug, I want you." Archie mocked laying beside her with a chuckle.
Jughead grit his teeth and shook his head again hoping to cure himself of these illusions. He had his beautiful girlfriend in front of him. He shouldn't be self sabotaging.
He climbed on top of her, letting his hand run over the soft velvety material of the lingerie.
"I love you." She whispered in his ear as he pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her body as far as it would go, exposing her breasts and her navel.
Jughead kissed down her neck and peppered kisses over her breasts.
"The left one is bigger than the right." Archie chimed in but Jughead kept his eyes closed and continued. "She loved me too you know." He said in Jughead's ear from behind him. He could feel Archie's weight lowering onto his back.
Betty reached down and undid his belt before pulling her body suit off leaving her naked. He wanted this. He wanted her. It would be so nice to feel something good again for the first time in weeks.
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his boxers down with them. Betty sat up and wrapped her hand around his length, pumping him a few times. He pushed her back down so he was hovering over her again.
His hand replaced hers and Jughead rubbed the head of his cock along her wet core.
She groaned. "Baby, I need you."
He felt the weight of Archie on his back again. "You're not the first person she's said that too." Jughead could hear the smirk in his voice. "What are you waiting for brother?" Archie asked as his hands traveling down Jughead's arms, his hands become Jughead's hands. "Give her that Andrew's dick she wants so bad."
Jughead stood quickly and backed away from the bed, taking in a sharp intake of breath when he did. "I can't do this, I'm sorry." He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands.
"Why? What's wrong? Did I do something?" Betty sat up and covered herself awkwardly as Jughead paced in front of her.
"No." He punctuated. "Yes." He growled in frustration. "Archie came into the library today and said something that I let get under my skin." He admitted. "He's like in my head."
"Now that you know you're related you can't get over the fact that I was with him too." Betty perceptively deduced with a sigh. "I can't change that Jug. I wish I could but I can't."
"There's something wrong with me, Bets." He grasped his hair and shook his head not seeming to care that he was naked. "I've been thinking that maybe what drew you to me was the part of me that Andrews."
Betty laughed in disbelief, she couldn't help it. "I assure you, you being nothing like Archie is what drew me to you."
"I don't think my feelings about this are just gonna go away. I've bottled up so much and it's like I've been shaken up by this news and I'm ready to explode." He bent down to pick up his boxers and he put them on.
"Maybe you should see a therapist." Betty suggested.
"Yeah, me and all the money I have." He scoffed.
"Ron will pay for it. You know she will." Betty defended her idea.
A silence fell over the room as they looked anywhere else but at each other. "I went from having one family that didn't want me to having two families that don't want me. Do you know how that feels?" Jughead asked her.
"No, I don't but that is what a therapist is for Jug." She sighed. "If you can't share how you are feeling with me and your friends, share it with a therapist." She grabbed a blanket off the edge of the bed and wrapped it around herself, standing. "Archie said that he was willing to make the bet that you are the type who runs when the going gets tough. Is that true Jug?" Betty asked.
Jughead looked up at her worried face and wished that he could give her a different answer but knew that he couldn't. "Maybe Arch knows me better than I think." He leaned forward and kissed Betty's forehead. "Go to bed, I'll be up later." He bent over grabbed his shirt and left the room.
Betty was asleep by the time he came back.
"He just left?" Veronica asked as she put the last piece of her French toast in her mouth.
Betty nodded. "Yep. He basically said that he was going to leave me soon because he can't handle what's happening to him. I told him he needs to see a therapist."
"Or a cage match. I'm telling ya, he needs to punch Archie in the face" Cheryl beamed, motioning to the waitress for a refill of her orange juice.
They had gone out to The Pulp, the only breakfast place in Riverdale. Veronica insisted on a girls brunch considering how heavy the mood had gotten lately.
"I feel like I'm to young to be dealing with this." Betty shook her head.
"Just imagine how he feels." Kevin piped up trying to swipe a hash brown off Cheryl's plate.
She nearly impaled him with a fork in retaliation. "Cheryl doesn't share food!" She shouted at him.
"That's it. I'm throwing a party. We need to let loose. It's your birthday in two weeks right?" Veronica asked Betty.
The blonde nodded. "Yeah but I don't think that's a great idea." Betty said finishing off her coffee. "Jughead said he was going to take me out to dinner. Somewhere quiet."
"He can still do that but I can also throw a rager in your honour so we can all get dressed up and have fun. Maybe Jughead will feel a little more normal." Veronica reasoned.
"Do you know Jughead at all?" Kevin asked, grabbing a piece of toast of Betty's plate.
"Whatever, I'm throwing a party and it's going to be legendary." The brunette cemented with a satisfied smile on her face. "And Archie Andrews is not invited."
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