Jughead Jones had been your best friend since the day you met. You were practically the only nice person at South Side High, so you and Jug stuck together. You hung out all the time, more so at his place than yours.

Which meant you were pretty familiar with his dad, FP. He was nice to you, always welcoming, more so now then at first. He warmed up to you. Maybe a little too much though.

It was a Saturday. One of your least favorite days, because that meant being at home. So as usual, you went over to Jug’s trailer. You gave the door a knock, but FP opened it. “Jughead just stepped out. He’ll be back soon. You can come in.” FP said, stepping back for you to enter.