Jake Fitzgerald.

    “dude, you just said it all. she’s grieving. i’m not trying anything with her.” archie’s attention wasn’t on anyone right now, so he knew it wasn’t the time for anything with anyone. his answer said it all and gave archie everything he needed to know. “plus i think i remind her of jason.. so that’s weird on my end.” he was always friendly with cheryl, he would even consider her a friend, so anything more with her would just feel odd in his mind. his hand moved to pick at the edge of the cast, clearly irritated about it. shaking his head, his eyes moved out to the ball being tossed around the field. “if something is to happen with a girl… it’ll happen. i’m not looking to jump into anything right now. not after what happened last time.” he instantly bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hide the fact he had just said that. jake had no idea about what happened over the summer with archie, not many people did. and he wanted to keep it close to his heart. “i’m fine for now.”

Jake understood, but then he also didn’t. Yeah, Cheryl was grieving but so was Archie. They both had their issues. Why not comfort each other? Jake wasn’t talking about taking advantage of her or leading her on. It’s called, friends with benefits, and most emotionally-unavailable people partake. “You know, I got that vibe, too. I don’t know if she wants a guy like her brother, or her brother.” There were rumors that Cheryl and Jason shared more than their milkshakes, but nothing was ever confirmed. Jake was willing to drop the subject, until Archie mentioned a ‘last time.’ Then, the boy was intrigued. Jake was good at reading people, especially friends, so when Archie tried to hide his reaction, Jake smirked. “What happened last time? You mean, when you kissed Ron-Ron? ‘Cause she told me. Look, bro, if you can’t play sports and you don’t wanna get laid… what about some weed? You might write some bomb-ass songs while high, mi dude. I got some five-star sticky-icky back at the casa. I’ll even lay down some dope rhymes. Yo, me and my boy, arch’ never parched, cause we always forecastin’ rain. Make it wet, wanna bet, leavin’ ‘em sheets with a stain. Yo, catch me on the court, my bro on the field, ghost face wanna stab me but my eyes are always peeled. Then you just start singing your melody as the beat drops.”

    he wasn’t surprised to hear jake’s next suggestion, biting down on his tongue to keep him from laughing. archie hadn’t been himself as of late, he didn’t want to be around a girl to take out his mood swings on her even if it was just a stupid hook-up. it was honestly the last thing he wanted, but it didn’t stop him from amusing the idea. “and who do you suggest??” his head turned to look at jake, brows slowly rising. it wouldn’t be totally unlike him considering he had been juggling different girls weeks before — turns out girls actually did like a redhead more than archie thought. “not the sort of contact sport i was thinking about, man. but it’s definitely up there.” 

amusement tickles glazed lips, as his caramel-colored gaze flutters upward in thought. who would be a good candi-date for riverwood’s golden boy? veronica had been all over william, so she was out of the deck. then, there was betty but meh – what archie needed was a freak, not a princess. and not anyone he could potentially fall for – this would strictly be a distraction; a way for archie to get all his frustrations out. everyone knows the weight of every man’s frustration is in his balls. “doesn’t cheryl dig you? plus, she’s grieving. i bet you could pull-off friends with benefits with that one. I predict great sex too.” not only was cheryl a bitch but she was a control freak, she’d probably ride archie until his balls fall off. “trust me, bro. football vs sex with a vampire? that’s a no-brainer. you’ll feel a helluva lot better. your problem is, you’ve been hanging around girls that are looking for their prince charming. there’s too many emotions and things get complicated. A.A needs some grade-a untapped lust n’ thrust.” giving a small shrug, jake returns his eyes with a wide open-mouthed grin. “—let these girls know why they call you arch’,”

 “You have your opinion on it and I have mine. I say you drop it now because nothing you say is going to make me give up. I’ve put my time in it and that is what I’m going to continue to do. So do what you want, I’m not asking anything of you anyway.” Jughead said taking note of the way Jake rolled his eyes. “I’m not wasting my time talking about this. You got your night here so you don’t need to stick around and tell me your opinions on something that I never even asked for you to bring up in the first place. “This whole town is a spotlight, Jake. And the murderer is just a moth to it’s light. I can give up or keep trying either way we are all targets. I thinks that’s been made very clear. Nothing I do or don’t do is going to change that.” 

“I’m not gonna talk you out of it...” Jake honestly didn’t care if Jughead wanted to spend his time tracking down a serial killer. What else was he going to do? Hang out with friends, party and get laid? No, no and no. Jughead was a pariah with one or two friends at most; following serial killers was is type’s MO. “All right, well, I’m gonna get out of here. I’d say thanks but you really didn’t help… Either way, hope you find him if that’s what you want. I got better shit to do than remain locked onto some high school quarrel. Peace out, Torombolo.”

“I don’t have to expose someone by brute force, Jake. This isn’t an episode of scooby Doo where a gang of kids come up with some exaggerated trap and catch the bad guy. All I need is proof and I can get it. I know I can. There is always a way to be one step ahead of someone.” Jug said he still had an annoyed tone as he was still not comfortable or very much wanting to talk to Jake but he had the right to explain himself. Of course Jake would instantly think Jughead was going to go at Ghostface physically. Of course, as before Jughead has been given the chance to confront Ghostface once face to face only to end up watching the character vanish into thin air. But the mop haired boy wouldn’t just go out looking to square it up with the thing that murdered four people. “I’m stubborn, not stupid, the line of difference between the two might be thin but it’s there. It’s not like you really care about any of it now anyway, Tyler is gone and I don’t see you interested in finding the murderer.”

Jake all but rolled his dark-brown eyes at the mopey kid standing in front of him. No, it wasn’t like Scooby doo; Jughead would be slaughtered like a lamb if he crossed the psycho behind the mask. But hell, if the skinny dweeb wants to risk his life to find out the killer’s identity, then by all means. But he wasn’t going to take part in it. “You’re right, I’m not going to go out of my way to find this guy. I don’t know about you, but I wanna live. I just got married. I wanna focus on basketball as a career and moving out of my parents’ house. Hunting down some lunatic with a knife? Thanks, but no thanks.” This time Jake did roll his eyes. Sure, he could be reckless and stupid, but suicidal? No. there was no gain here trying to expose the murderer. It would only put a big red target on his back. “Who knows if this dude is even working alone… there could be more. I don’t think you’re protecting your friends by digging deeper. I think you’re putting a spotlight on them.”

“It’s better to be handed something just because you can.” Jughead said. He had it good once, when his family was together but there was one thing Jughead never had and that was luxury, in his mind he didn’t need it. Jughead felt a twinge of fear rush over him as Ghostface was brought up. He definitely didn’t want that to be a topic discussed with Jake, Jughead had a hard enough time expressing or even acknowledging it around Betty and Archie. “You’re right it’s none o your business. But I have people I care about that could be hurt and it’s about time t stopped. I’m not going to let another one of my friends get hurt.” Balled fists gathered at Jughead’s sides when the information about Tyler was given o him. If he was the one who went after Kevin and Betty then he was glad that the psycho was gone. “Yeah? And so what, now I just move on? I am writing about someone who killed because of the deep secrets this fucked town has. I am always going to have to worry, it doesn’t matter who fucked me up, there is still a chance of a killer out there. I want to find out who did this.” 

Jake watched as Jughead balled up his fists and spoke through a tense jaw. Jake wondered if he was gearing up to swing at him. He seemed almost erratic. Or at least, stupid. If he really thought he could stop this killer all on his own, then he was delusional. The guy must be built like Leatherface. He hung the principal up on a banner, gutted. Killed two jocks and a princess. Taking Tyler down would have been no easy feat. If Jughead thought he stood a chance, he was wrong. “Yo, I’m not telling you to stop your writing, but if you think finding this guy is going to somehow help, you’re wrong. He’ll gut your ass and hang you up like cattle. This dude took down the scariest guy at school… what makes you think you’d be able to handle him?”

Was Jake actually being genuine? Jughead was even having a hard time reading the features of the much more masculine male before him. That only made Jughead feel like he had to be cautious. His brows furrowed tight as he observed the way Jake was acting. “I’m not going to roll the films. I’ll leave. But I’m also not taking money from you either, I don’t need you to pay for me. I am capable of finding something on my own.” Jughead finally mumbled, his eyes looking at any object besides Jake who stood before him. He was slightly more embarassed by the fact that if this date night happened not only did it mean Jughead didn’t have a shift to work but he had to find a place to sleep and so far his options were very slim; but above all he did hold a Jones’ pride and wouldn’t accept a handout. Like father like son in a way where they would have the worst than be handed the best. Then Jake said one thing that Jughead could actually agree on and that was yes, both of them had been through far enough. “You’re right though. We’ve been through enough.” 

“If that’s what you want.” Jake wasn’t sure why Jug didn’t want to roll the films for cash or spend the night in a suite for free. Maybe he liked crawling from place to place, wondering when his next meal was going to be. As the tension between them began to lighten up some, Jake released a sigh. At least they both could agree that things had been crazy enough. They didn’t have to hold onto ancient grudges. Jake didn’t have any plans to push the skinnier male around. He was married now and was trying to be less fool-y, more cool-y. “….Look, it’s none of my business, but what’s got you so wound? Is it the whole Ghost face thing?” Dark-eyes narrow thoughtfully, careful not to betray Quinn’s word. There had to be a way to tell Jughead the truth without spilling anyone else’s secrets. “I don’t think it was Casper who knocked you up. Tyler was rocking the mask and blaming all his dirty work on the real Ghost face. All I’m saying is, maybe you don’t have anything to worry about anymore…”

   “yeah, why wait.” archie was sure if he was madly in love with someone the way jake was, he would have proposed the same idea considering people were getting killed off left, right and centre. they worked well together and in archie’s mind, they would absolutely be solid. all he could do was celebrate them and be happy for his friend and his girl. “i’ve never been to a wedding before, you’d be my first.” he teased, shaking his head. “i’d love to go, man. of course.” once the conversation was turned archie’s way, he dropped his head ever so slightly and huffed out an exhale. he really didn’t want to talk about himself, but he knew he didn’t exactly look happy watching his teammates play without him. “soccer? i played it when i was little but then i started getting more aggressive which was why football was perfect.” he loved the contact sports, so nothing else would work considering he liked throwing his body into basically everything. he missed the sport, missed the glory, missed performing in front of people, it was getting to him. “let’s just hope it heals quick.”

“Never thought I’d pop one of your cherries,” Jake laughed, nudging his friend’s good-arm with an elbow. “…Yeah, I get that,” he responded to why Archie was into football. Jake joined football after he dropped basketball because he wanted to smash some heads in himself. Tyler humiliated him by breaking his ribs and taking Brooke. Jake wanted to hurt everyone. But he even lost interest in football. Marijuana took precedence. Not that he would ever suggest drugs to Archie. The red-haired poster boy was too wholesome for that. “Listen, if you wanna throw body, why don’t you get yourself a hot girl? Best contact sport out there. Get all those frustrations out. Plus you have the broken hand… hashtag, sympathy points. Chicks love a wounded soldier…”

 Jughead stepped closer to Jake. Once again his stubborn ways lost him another good thing but he wasn’t going to let Jake act like he can take anything away from him. “You can’t do that.” He said with a tone of tight desperation. “You’re not my boss or even own this place so where do you have the right to fire me? And if you ever think I’d ever take your money you must really be lost in all those jokes you’re so good at making.” Jughead didn’t get Jake, one minute Jughead agrees to close the drive-in for the night and just because he doesn’t want to be friends with Jake the other boy decides it’s not good enough. “Why are you changing your mind now? After I already said I would do it?”

Jake was confused at first until it clicked. Jughead thought he meant fire him for good? No. Jughead was right, he couldn’t do that. “I didn’t mean I’d get you fired, dude. I meant, for my date with Brooke. I’ll rent the place out on Saturday and have someone else work the film room since you have such a huge problem with it.” It was obvious why Jake didn’t want Jughead there – or at least it should have been. He didn’t want to be there. He was kicking and screaming at the idea. If he seriously thought it was that dreadful, he can spend a night in a luxury suite – on the Jake. “Bro, I’m not trying to force you. You can stay in a suite or you can stay here and roll the films I want rolled. If it makes it easier, I’ll pay you for the night. I may have come off a little brash… but I’m not trying to bully you right now. I think we can both agree that we’ve been through enough.”

“I only agreed to get you off my back and to shut you up about closing this place. You are the one who wont drop it and just accept that I’m going to do what I can, instead you just request more. It’s not like this place is doing so hot, and you just taking it over is going to be a big fucking loss.” Jughead furrowed his brows, he was actually slightly confused the more Jake spoke. “I think I made it very clear I don’t want to help you, but just saying no wasn’t an option five minutes ago, saying no meant you’d let your dad buy out the only place I have left to live. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for me.” Jughad didn’t mean to let the last part slip but the more Jake seemed to be twisting the way this whole situation around the more he was wondering if he should even try, besides he knew he was being selfish but at least it was for a good cause. Then Jake accused him of not being decent. “I already said I would do it, jake. What more do you want? I’m going to get you the lot for the night, I don’t have to like it and pretend to be all chummy with you.” 

A look of disgust twists latin features; Jake was done with Jughead. He wasn’t going to stand there and be humiliated by the nerd. He was hoping to kill two birds with one stone by having Jughead help him. He figured they’d eventually be on better terms once they did each other a favor, but it was clear to Jake that Jughead only cared about himself. Which, was just fine. He didn’t need to make amends with the loner just because he was Archie’s best friend. “Just forget about it, Jug. You’re right, I shouldn’t have come to you. I threatened you with the theater because I knew you wouldn’t help me on your own. I’m not gonna have the place shut down. But you will have to be out of here this Saturday. If you don’t have a place to stay I’ll give you money for a room. But I don’t need you… I’ll have someone else work the film room. You can just go back to your fortress of solitude. Adios. See ya never.” Jake thought opening up about Brooke and trying to keep his tongue in his mouth would change the way Jughead shot fire from his eyes, but it was no use. Jughead carried a grudge worth three hernias.

Jughead was so close to the film room door that if he had just reached out he’d had the doorknob in hand and he could shut the world out once again but he then heard the steps of the almighty Jake and the request for vintage films. What was going to take to just make it known that Jughead was doing everything already to keep his trap shut and not make any attempts at continuing and conversations with him?

 “You really cant take a hint can you? Leave me alone usually isn’t an invitation to open your wide mouth.” Jughead said turning his body toward the larger boy. “You’ll watch what I put on. I don’t care if Brooke wanted to see Shrek the Third or The great Gatsby. You’re lucky enough I’m even doing this.” The worst part was that Jughhead was a man of classics but to admit that would only look as if he was looking forward to having to sit in the film room while Brooke and Jake took up the whole entire drive-in; as if they were going to be watching the movie anyways. Before ‘Netflix and Chill’ it was pretty much ‘Drive-in and chill’. 

“Chill out. You’re the one who told me you’re in.” When Brooke’s name came up, Jake raised his eyebrows threateningly. He hoped Jug knew that if he badmouthed the blonde in any way, he’d smash him through a wall. However, what he said didn’t come across too harsh. He obviously just didn’t care, which meant Jake was wasting his time with him. “Yo if you don’t wanna help – just say you don’t wanna help. I’m not gonna just watch whatever the hell you put on. I’m trying to make this special for Brooke. She’s been through a lot with this whole Tyler thing. Her father was kidnapped and beaten by some unknown assailants looking for ransom. What??? You can’t be decent for three seconds and help me out with the theater? ‘Cause I can rent it out myself if I ask my dad. But I didn’t wanna have to do that…. Crawl to him for help. I figured run it by you since you practically live here. Plus, I’d be doin’ you a major fav’ by not flagging this place to be smoked.”

 “Congratulations, Jake. You have officially reached the level of high egoism where you consider yourself a god. It would be more impressive if it were only true.” Jughead said. Each time he and Jake ever spoke it was a joke, that is all Jake seemed to be and Jughead absolutely hated it. Of course the lost member of the Addam’s family had a sense of humor but Jake’s immaturity drove Jughead insane. “I’m not afraid of working for something, that is all I ever do, but has it ever come across to you that I don’t want to do something for your fucking benefit? I don’t want to have to add a shift to my schedule so you and you pompous ass can sit here with Brooke. I do not like you so why would I ever want to do anything for you?” Now Jughead was just annoyed. He shook his head and turned back to the film room. “Screw off.” Yeah, it wasn’t a good desicion and he’d definitely try harder if it wasn’t Jake but Jughead was worn out by the insults, the jokes, just everything that was Jake Fitzgerald and so… Jughead just gave up. “You know what? Fine, you want the fucking drive thru then consider it done, I’ll talk to my manager. But I want you to just leave me the hell alone, I’m done with this shit.” 

As Jughead claimed the Jake wasn’t anywhere near greek-god-status, the cheeky jokester only smirked. He didn’t take himself seriously so he wasn’t sure why everyone else did. He knew he was devilishly handsome and was proud of the grade-a body he molded in the gym every week, but he didn’t literally see himself as a Hercules. When Jughead then went off like a little firecracker, Jake flinched a bit. What the hell was going on with this kid? Well, aside from being attacked by the psycho; which could very well have been Tyler. He was wearing the mask and blaming his crimes on Ghost face. He confessed to it to Jake and Brooke. Not that Jake could tell Juggy that. 

With the ‘Screw off!” comment thrown at him, Jake stood back with a vengeful look. If that was the way Rughead wanted to play, so be it. He would get the place himself. But just as Jake was turning to leave, he heard Edd (Ed, Edd, n Eddy) calling back for his attention. There was a bit of relief there as Jake waddled over to him with his signature snarky grin. 

Jughead could feel a sweat break. This wasn’t like someone he knew that didn’t have the money behind them to support their claim and was only just messing with him. Jake could be joking, sure but he could also be very serious and of course he’d tell Jughead knowing how important the drive was to him. That’s where h had to decide between being stubborn or giving into Jake’s dumb wishes and actually tryng to do something that could ultimately save the place. “It’s… all I got.” He said in a tone that was practically ghost-like. It was the truth, if the drive was takn away so was Jughead’s home. “A. we are the same age, Jake…  and B. What makes you think I have a say in what can be done, go to the manager and ask to rent it out. You have the damn money to do it, so why do you need me in the first place? I just run the movies, I don’t own the fucking place.” 

“We don’t look the same age. I’m built like a Greek God and you look like a Rugrat.” Giving a playful grin, Jake turned on his heel and emptied a sigh. “I just wanna see some passion?” Jake mused, little sparkles of a challenge behind his dark orbs. “You’re always so mopey, dopey. The Jake is trying to see some pep behind your step. What are you afraid to work for something? Find a way to get me the theater for a night… and you get to keep your precious little memories protected from the Fitzgerald Bulldozer.” With a click of his tongue, Jake slapped the boy’s arm. “Stop always looking for the easy way out, runt. You always got a pebble in your shoe. What do you got? Hemorrhoids or something?”

   “you can smell it from here?!” his jaw dropped open, glancing between jake and his cast. but he wouldn’t dare to even raise it closer to his nose or sniff, he knew it was absolutely disgusting. “i’ve been spraying it so much when i’m around people. girls mostly.” it was just the accumulation of sweat and everything being trapped in one place, he assumed. “i don’t know. i guess the next time i go in, they’ll look and see if things are healing.. but i doubt it considering all of the little breaks in my hand.” there was a lot more damage than tyler probably thought would happen. at this point, archie wasn’t holding it against him. he couldn’t. jake’s words confused archie until he saw the ring on his finger, the redhead practically diving towards his hand to hold it. “DUDE!” he yelled out, the biggest smile on his face. brooke and jake seemed beyond strong and if they thought it was good idea, that was up to them. archie would just be happy than ever for the newly married couple. “congrats jake!!” he was still holding his hand in the air as if it was a sacred object. “i mean, if anyone is to elope.. it’s you two. i’m happy for you, really. how can i not be when i know you two are stronger than ever and just.. happy? not a lot of people can say that.”

“Thanks, man.” A wide grin returned to the former playboy’s face. Marrying Brooke was the best thing he’s ever done and he couldn’t be happier. Yeah, they were young and had all the time in the world, but did they really? With a killer on the loose, everyone is sitting outside the refrigerator waiting to spoil. Plus, why wait? They’ve been each other’s soulmate since the bassinet. Sixteen-years was longer than most other married couples wait. “I was going to wait until after high school but why wait? It’s not going to change anything. I’ll still be in love with Brooke 100-years from now.” Jake wasn’t usually the type to expose his softer side to people, but with Archie it was natural. Archie was the type of bro guys don’t have to be a jackass around. He wasn’t really the locker-room-talk type. Because of this, it allowed Jake to be more serious and less douchey with him. “When everything is settled down we plan to renew our vows – have a huge wedding. Of course that includes you on the guest list.” Turning his attention onto the field, Jake squinted under the rays of sunlight. He knew Archie wanted to be back out there. Tyler took away his passion, like he tried to do to him, too. Hell, he succeeded for a while; Jake dropped basketball and turned to pot. “It’s not just football you’re missing, bro. It’s being out there, being active. Sitting here has you depressed. There are alternatives, y’kno? You ever try soccer? You need something to keep you in shape. Football will still be here for you, dude. Trust me.”

   he didn’t even have the time to roll his eyes playfully at jake’s words as he sat next to him, a small smile crossing over his lips despite his bluntness. “are you good??” he asked, completely ignoring jake’s empathy for him. it’s not like he didn’t appreciate it. he did more than anything. it was just a usual archie thing; to care for others despite himself. plus, he knew jake and brooke had it pretty bad and this was the first time archie had seen him since he had returned. “missed having you around, man. feel like i haven’t smiled in a long time.” with jake it was a constant; mostly because he was ridiculous. 

“I’m good.” Jake chuckled, biting into his bottom lip. He was good; he was married to the girl of his dreams. Sure, a lot of awful stuff happened along the way but he was in a good place now. He just wanted the same for his friends. Misery loves company but so does happiness. “I missed you too, bro. You’re probably the only trill dude left in Riverwood. Everyone else continues to disappoint the Jake.” bending over his knee, Jake unzipped his bag and pulled out a marker. “May I have the honor?” with a quick grin and a concentrated eye, Jake scribbled on Archie’s cast: "It's not my cast, it's my COCK." with an arrow pointing at his groin. With a laugh, Jake pulled the marker away for Archie to see. “’Cause that shit is reeking, dude.” still laughing, Jake tapped his sneaker with his. “When does that thing come off anyway?” licking the salt from his upper lip, he situated his hips to face Chuckie Finster. “I got some new jewelry myself…” raising his right hand, he showed off the wedding band around his finger. “Brooke proposed and we got married while I was away. My parents were totally cool with it as long as we stay in school.” He knew a lot of people would judge them or even question why, but if anyone would understand, he figured it would be archie. He was the follow your heart type.

Jake. It wasn’t the face that Jughead wanted to see and when he got the rundown about Jake’s father’s apparent plans it only made Jake be placed farther down on Jug’s list of people he can stand. “That’s bullshit. This place isn’t going anywhere. And you’re father can find somewhere else to place a stupid club.” Jughead was a boy driven by nostolgia and even though he knew the place was crumby he had no where else to live and way too much love of the old joint to not stick up for it. “People still come here… it’s practically a historical location.” He said stubbornly. His body jolting back to keep Jake from touching him. 

“Not my decision, man.” Jake brushed past the boy, still looking around as if he were sizing up the lot to be torn down tonight. “Okay, look…” the boy sighed, turning on his heel to face Jughead once more. “I could tell my dad to find another location. He did ask my opinion. If the NBA doesn’t work out, I could be running this burlesque show,” a warm tongue traces smirky lips. “Do you have any pull here? I could be persuaded to help you out if you help me out. Anyway you could shut this place down for a night?” Jughead looked confused, that was understandable, so Jake would further illuminate. “When I was a young boy…around your age…all beanies and acne.. I would come here and watch movies with Brooke. Find a way to rent this place out to me for a night and I’ll tell my dad it’s too special to tear into like yesterday’s pumpkin pie.”

     football was the one thing he truly missed considering his injury was still dictating his life. it was heartbreaking that he couldn’t strum at his guitar, sure, but the sport had always been a part of archie’s life and it was always something he could go to if he needed a break from something. so it wasn’t surprising that the boy was sat on the bleachers, watching a few players train with coach clayton. “what?? have you come to gloat too??” the boy mumbled as he sensed someone behind him, not bothering to turn and look to see who it was. “i’m killing myself watching this… i know. i just can’t help myself. i miss it.” it was becoming a regular thing now.. moping as he watched his teammates train and prepare for games. “—do you need something??”

“’Course not, spaz!” Jake grinned, slipping into a seat by his red-haired friend on the bleachers. “I totally get it. I miss basketball. But hey, I plan to rejoin.” Jake knew Archie didn’t have that same luxury yet. He had to wait until his hand healed. Which was something Jake felt bad over. Not that it was his fault, contrary to what Noah believed; whom also suffered a broken bone due to Tyler O’Neill. “Nada,” Jake shook his head. “Just seeing if you’re okay.” Jake wasn’t usually the empathy type unless your name started with B and ended with E. But the Jake had a soft spot for the devil’s kin. Despite his freckled shoulders and lack of a soul, Archie was a legit bro. If anything, Jake 2.0 could learn a thing or two from the ginger.