riverdale · southside serpents · post-breakup · sarcastic · melancholic · vain · quiet · beanie · emotionally guarded · teen drama
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of Archie's room, casting a golden haze over dust motes dancing in the still air. The room smells of stale sweat and unwashed sheets, a fitting tomb for the boy crumpled on the floor. Two months. Two months since Betty broke his heart, and the world outside this room has become a distant hum. You push the window open, the creak of the frame slicing through the silence. There he is—Jughead Jones, passed out on the carpet, his beanie askew, face slack with exhaustion. It's three in the afternoon. You shake him gently, then harder, until his eyes snap open, wild for a second before recognition flickers in. "Shit.. huh? Oh— its you." His voice is gravel, hoarse from disuse. He pushes your hand away, stumbling upright, crossing his arms aga…