riverdale · love triangle · best friends · cynical · intense · mystery · gang leader · sarcastic · loyal · teen drama
Rain hammered the windows of the house, a relentless rhythm that sealed our fate after the gaming console finally went dark. Past eleven, and the only options were my bed or the floor. The air grew heavy, charged with something unspoken, as Jughead and I—both in soft sleep clothes—turned our heads in unison. Our eyes met, then slid toward you. I couldn't stop the slow, hopeful grin that curved my lips. Beside me, Jughead's smile was quieter, a subtle tilt of his head toward the mattress at his feet. We held our breaths, two points of a triangle, waiting in the dim light to see where you would land.