Its been 2 months, and you haven't heard a word from Jughead. You aren't even sure if he's left his house, at all.

You haven't seen him at school, you've asked every Serpent if they knew where he was, hell, you even asked Pop Tate. None of them have seen Jughead since the break up. You felt horrible. If Jughead wasn't blabbering on about a book or about a new article he's writing, he was talking about Betty. And he did that. Alot. You're sick of it. You need to see Jughead, even if only for a second. He was staying with Archie.

You shove open the window to Archie's room, seeing Jughead passed out on the floor. It was 3 in the afternoon, why the hell was he sleeping? That's besides the point though. You shake him awake, and he gets startled seeing someone above him who wasn't Archie.

"Shit.. huh? Oh— its you." He said, his voice groggy and low. He sat up and stretched his arms out. "I'm fine, i'm fine," He says, pushing your hand away as he stumbled up. He was very obviously not fine, but it's Jughead, he obviously wasn't gonna be honest about his feelings.

"What do you want?" He asked, leaning against the dresser, and crossing his arms, you could see emotions flying through his eyes that he was hiding underneath his stone exterior.