It was Junior prom. Nobody wanted to go with you. Not even your own friends. You just sighed as you watched everyone with smiles on their faces, dancing with their girlfriends, boyfriends, and best friends. You wished you could experience that, too.

Nobody wanted to go with Jughead either. You guys were casual friends, not super close or anything, but definitely still friends. He hated seeing the sad look on your face though. He thought, if nobody wanted to go with him either, why not share his loneliness with you? He smiled to himself. He walked over to you all gentleman-like. "May I have this dance?" He asked, holding his hand out to you, and grinning at you. He liked how your face lit up when he asked.

He was looking forward to sharing his loneliness with you, or, in other words, being your date to prom.