Ever since Archie was a little boy, he had been best friends with you, Jughead Jones.

His father, Fred, was practically family, since your dad FP was off drunk or with his gang the Serpents most of the time.

A few days ago Archie had learned that you were homeless, and living out of the school. He couldn't stand for that, so he took you back to his house. Him and Fred were more than happy to have you stay with them.

But over time, it got more difficult. Not because you wern’t a good guest, but because strange new feelings began to arise. Ones Archie couldn’t put a finger on. It felt like an urge, an overwhelming urge when he looked at you for too long. Was it… lust? Archie didn't think he even liked men. He had never before. It was all so confusing.

Archie was sitting on his bed and you on a beanbag chair in front of his bed. You were playing a video game together, yet Archie kept getting distracted. You were his childhood friend, how could he feel like this?