#gingersncpx

           jughead  slams  his  laptop  closed,  running  a  hand  through  the  small  bit  of  fringe  that  sticks  out  of  his  beanie  before  sitting  back.  call  him  dramatic,  but  for  someone  who  is  so  closely  related  to  the  novel  he’s  writing...  well.  it’s  as  if  he  just  can’t  put  the  experience  into  words.  he  blinks  owlishly,  looking  up  from  his  table  to  see  a  familiar  girl  nearby  looking  at  him,  possibly  because  of  his  histrionics.  he  sighs,  offering  a  ‘  sorry,  ’  before  opening  his  laptop  once  more,  staring  at  the  screen  in  all  of  its  blank  glory.

                 he barely looks up anymore when he hears the door of the coffee shop open, but he pauses when he hears a far too familiar timber as he finally glances up from the textbook page he’s been staring at for fifteen minutes now. he waits until the girl has her drink, until she’s standing looking for a place to sit, before he lifts a hand to beckon her over. “ashley --” he calls softly, gesturing, “you can sit here. if you want.”  / @gingersncpx

[ sms: ash ]   hooooly shit, Ash. i drank so much at that party last night taht I can’t feel my fucking face. you’ll still tell my dad that I was at yoir house last night, right/?? he’ll kill me if he finds out