“I don’t care what other people may say about you, I think you’re hot.” The taller boy replied while walking next to the person on his left, his phone being glued to his hand. 

“If I get detention from Weatherbee one more time, I swear I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Hey, you. Right there. Do me a favour and just, uh, stand still. The light’s hitting you perfectly here. it’ll only take a second.” Raj began to unzip his bag, attempting to pull out a camera for a good shot.

“So this is Riverdale now, huh? Amazing what happens when you leave for a little while.”

“I get it. You can’t control people. They’ll make their decisions and you just have to accept that.”

Jughead was writing, burrowed into a booth at Pop’s as usual. His headphones were on, his music was loud, and his attention was laser-focused on what he was typing - until he felt someone stop near his table. He looked up after tapping out the end of his sentence, irritated that someone had broken his concentration. “Did you need something?”

Archie bent over the water fountain in the hospital hallway, he had just gotten off the phone with his mom talking about how Vegas was, he was relieved to know that Vegas wasn’t getting too full of separation anxiety since most of his time had been spent at the hospital the last few weeks. He picked up his head and wiped the corner of his lips with his fingers, he proceeded back into the waiting area where he snagged a seat in the corner, he sunk low into the seat and folded his arms over his chest, his Letterman jacket bunching up above his arms. His eyes had fluttered shut before he heard footsteps nearing him, he opened his eyes and looked up, “Hey.” he began as he reached up and rubbed his temples, sleep hadn’t been much of his friend ever since Fred had been shot.