“Says Who?” [Archie Andrews] [1]
Plot: Archie Andrews finds himself crushing on an old friend of Jughead’s only she may not at all be who he thinks she is
[A/N]: I haven’t written in awhile because I’m still grounded, but this idea has been in my head for a couple weeks now. Enjoy!
The dance was foreign to her. The clothes she was wearing, the people around her, the music, everything. It was all so unusual for her to be caught up in. [Y/n] had never even laid eyes on the expensive things her grandmother had dressed her up in, and even though she was dressed much like the other Riverdale teens in the gymnasium, she felt so out of place. It was almost as if people could just look at her and sense that she was the daughter of two Southside Serpents. It wasn’t until almost an hour of standing in the corner by herself that she saw an unexpected yet familiar face. She could feel the tension in her body wash away.
She waltzed over to where her friend stood near the exit. He was so busy glaring out at the dance floor that he didn’t even notice her presence.
“Jughead Jones the III, what are you doing here?”
Jughead’s eyes widened as he turned to look at his old friend, and once he did, he stretched his arms out to hug her.
“I could say the same to you, Stranger.” As he pulled away from her, he took a look at her appearance. “You know, out of all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything other than a leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans.” Jughead smiled. “And is this purple you’re wearing.”
“It’s actually lavender,” she corrected jokingly. [Y/n] peered out onto the dance floor just as Jughead had been doing earlier. “So really, what are you doing here?”
Jughead sighed, “Girlfriend dragged me here, you?”
“Grandma dragged me here.” She paused before continuing. “So this girlfriend of yours…she a serpent?”
“Far from it,” Jughead spoke. “You’re not jealous are you?”
“I think it’ll take a little getting used to, but I guess I can get over it,” she joked. She began to walk over to the snack table, and Jughead followed. Just as she was reaching over to grab a cup, he spoke again.
“So…that rumor going around back at the trailer park..”
“You mean the ones about my grandparents trying to get full custody of me and take me away from my parents?”
“That would be the one.” Jughead reached up to scratch the back of his neck.
She nodded for a second before responding, “Yeah, they’re true.”
Jughead sighed at his friend’s sudden quietness and reached out to place a hand on her bare shoulder. “Look, [Y/n], I know we haven’t talked in awhile, but I’m here if you ever need anything.”
[Y/n] gave him a brief, genuine smile and nodded. “Thanks, Juggie.”
Another voice chimed in as a girl around their age approached them.
“Jughead, where have you been?” A perky, blue-eyed blonde asked as a smile crossed her face.
“I’ve been back here with [Y/n].” A confused look crossed the girl’s face.
[Y/n] stepped forward, trying her best to exercise the polite manners her grandparents had made her work on, “I’m [Y/n]. You must be the famous Betty Jughead has been talking about for all of ten minutes.” Jughead gave her a look as she continued talking. “I’m an old friend of his, by the way.”
The conversation was cut short as a frantic redhead ran over to the three of you. You recognized him as the boy who was just upstage singing.
He look between Jughead and Betty as he spoke, “Guys, have you seen Veronica. She and I…” he trailed off as his eyes landed on [Y/n].
“What about Veronica, Archie?” Betty questioned, hinting for him to finish, yet his eyes stayed planted on [Y/n] even as he spoke.
“She wanted to talk to you guys about something.” He finally pulled away from his stare to look at Jughead. “Yeah, she–uh–said it was really important.”
Both Betty and Jughead gave him weird looks. Betty was the first one to respond. “O-okay.” She turned to face her new acquaintance. “It was good meeting you, [Y/n].” And with that, they both walked away.
The boy, Archie she presumed, waited until the both of them had disappeared around the corner to turn around to look at her again.
“So what was that all about?”
The redhead shrugged, “Just some drama, nothing important.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Archie.”
“I figured,” she stated. She shook his hand “[Y/n].”
“Well, [Y/n],” Archie started as the beat of the pop song that had been playing in the background faded out into a slower one. “Would you like to have this dance?”
[Y/n] offered a small smile, “I would like that very much.”
