#uncrownedprince

He was still overheated at the events earlier that night, now trying to calm himself down. Yet his head jerked up from his notepad at the sound. Clay’s eyes grew as weary as he felt. “You could say that.” He sat the book and his pencil next to him on his bed, sighing. “---How much did you hear?” 

“ i thought jughead jones doesn’t share food, ” veronica teased. “ i distinctly remember an incident circa junior year where i feared for my life because i tried to take some of your fries. ” if you told them back then that they’d meet up years later and reminisce over fond memories, neither of them would believe you. yet here she was. actually enjoying time in his company without some skeleton in their high school lockers lurking behind them like it was with many others. “ i’ll mark the date of this monumental occasion. ”