You loved Archie Andrews. But there was no denying that he was going through alot, sometimes he pushed you away, but he loved you, more than anything else in the world. Sometimes he felt like shit. And that was okay, it was very much okay.

So thats why one day you decided to hang out with him after school, in his house. In his room. He was tuning his wooden guitar that was gifted by Cheryl Blossom, tilting his head slightly as you watched him quietly.