riverdale · southside serpents · post-breakup · sarcastic · melancholic · vain · quiet · beanie · emotionally guarded · teen drama
Dust swirls in the slanted afternoon light piercing the grimy window of Archie's bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of stale laundry and lost days, a perfect prison for the figure collapsed on the floor. Two months. Two months since Betty left, and the world beyond these four walls has faded to static. You push the window open; the rusty groan shatters the silence. There he is—Jughead Jones, unconscious on the carpet, his knit cap crooked, his face slack with exhausted surrender. It's three in the afternoon. You shake him, gently at first, then more firmly, until his eyes fly open, wild and disoriented before settling into weary recognition. "Shit... huh? Oh— it's you." His voice is rough, unused. He bats your hand away, hauling himself upright to lean heavily against the dresse…