It's not signing up or dealing with people, that's not how it works. You're my friend and hell, you've been in my life for so long. You're part of this family too.
[before moving in with the Andrews', Jughead used to stay around at Pop's for as long as he could, reveling in free wifi and heat. But after a pointed conversation with Fred about coming in after midnight on school nights, he's cut it down a bit. It's only a little past 10:30 when Jughead slinks back into Archie's room.
Their room.
Kind of.
It's still weird, having people waiting up for him. He's waiting for the novelty to wear off, but so far it's holding fast.]
[Archie offers a smile from where he's sitting, just writing his music and waiting for Jughead to get back, not that he was going to tell him that but he kind of wanted to see him before he crashed.
He sets his pad aside for now, closing it to keep his rough drafts hidden.]
[Jughead dumps his satchel on the air mattress. He'd kicked his tattered converse off at the door, which means he's safe in flopping down next to it. He's not particularly used to the neat order of the Andrews' house yet, after years with his dad and the six months on his own with no one to impress. It always makes him feel like spreading out, messing up the perfect suburban order of everything. He usually just about manages to hold it down.
He kicks his sleeping bag to the side a little, enjoying seeing it as the crumpled mess beside him instead of the neatly folded pile Fred had left in it for him. It's the little things to make it feel like home.]
[Judghead was a unique sort of guy, nothing could change that. Nothing ever would. He wishes his friend was in a better place, that things weren't like they were and he could just have his family back but he didn't think any of that would change who Jughead was. Even before the trouble, when everything got worse, he had the sort of edge that Archie just associates with him.]
I know that feeling, I've had writers block forever. If inspiration strikes in the middle of the night, just keep your laptop on low light.
[He didn't need a laptop-come-nightlight at like 2am.]
[you don't start off life with a name like 'Jughead' and think you're going to fit in with the flock. It's almost self-fulfilling destiny.
He digs in his bag for his pajamas. It does feel weird, getting ready for bed this early when he's been thoroughly a night owl for almost as long as he can remember. But something about being in this house is bringing it out in him. He still feels painfully out of place in archie's life, but he's trying to make it work.
He changes in the bathroom, dumping his clothes in the laundry basket and crawling into bed. His hat is the last thing to come off, hanging pride of place on the knob of Archie's dresser. It feels like a sleepover a little, like when they were kids and both still had a mom at home and far fewer worries in their heads.]
Your dad kinda told me off for coming in so late last night. Kinda forgot that was a thing dad's worry about, I guess.
That and you've got school. He doesn't like me staying up late on school nights. On weekends, you can probably get away with it. Saturday has a lot of leeway.
[Archie would swap tricks and tips to sneaking in but he always got caught, he wasn't very subtle and usually when he got away with it, he ended up telling later by accident. He wasn't the strongest liar and he always kind of felt guilty for exploiting his dad's trust. He'd just rather not lie to him.]
You'll get used to it, it's not so bad. Imagine how awake you'll be tomorrow. [No more zombie walks to the breakfast table. Though Archie could have twelve hours sleep and still feel like he was undead in the mornings.]
[Jughead would never admit it that while it's a weird idea to him, it's not exactly a bad one. Someone trying to stop him making bad decisions for himself. Instead of the other way around.
In the dark, wrapped up in his sleeping bag it feels easier to talk about this, like he's just speaking out into the darkness instead of to Archie's face.]
It's not bad. Having someone think about that stuff.
It's one of those things that you hate but when you don't have it, you miss it.
[Being a struct dad, grounding him, making sure he went to bed and all of that it was just his way of showing love. He was lucky he had that, rules and boundaries meant he cared. Jughead didn't have that from his dad.
He hoped things changed soon. He wanted everything to be back to normal.]
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I have no idea if I love or fear it.
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I texted mom you're coming. Apparently Jelly's excited to see you.
She uh knows I'm staying with you guys now so yanno. But maybe not mention the drive-in thing.
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I haven't seen her in ages! I hope she's not too cool to hug me now. Like you are now.
I won't, I'll keep in on the down low.
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thanks man. i appreciate it. she's got enough to worry about right now.
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I won't bring up any of that stuff. And hey, we'll work something out eventually, long term wise.
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i'm gonna stay at pop's a little longer to work on my book i'll try not to wake you up when I get in if you wanna go to sleep
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It's fine, I sleep in bursts anyway. I'm practising my music right now but I should head up in an hour or so.
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your dad didn't sign up for any of this. doesn't feel fair on either of you.
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In your own way.
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thanks archie
I think i'm gonna head back now. see you in a bit.
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Their room.
Kind of.
It's still weird, having people waiting up for him. He's waiting for the novelty to wear off, but so far it's holding fast.]
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[Archie offers a smile from where he's sitting, just writing his music and waiting for Jughead to get back, not that he was going to tell him that but he kind of wanted to see him before he crashed.
He sets his pad aside for now, closing it to keep his rough drafts hidden.]
It's kind of early for you.
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[Jughead dumps his satchel on the air mattress. He'd kicked his tattered converse off at the door, which means he's safe in flopping down next to it. He's not particularly used to the neat order of the Andrews' house yet, after years with his dad and the six months on his own with no one to impress. It always makes him feel like spreading out, messing up the perfect suburban order of everything. He usually just about manages to hold it down.
He kicks his sleeping bag to the side a little, enjoying seeing it as the crumpled mess beside him instead of the neatly folded pile Fred had left in it for him. It's the little things to make it feel like home.]
Hit some writer's block.
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[Judghead was a unique sort of guy, nothing could change that. Nothing ever would. He wishes his friend was in a better place, that things weren't like they were and he could just have his family back but he didn't think any of that would change who Jughead was. Even before the trouble, when everything got worse, he had the sort of edge that Archie just associates with him.]
I know that feeling, I've had writers block forever. If inspiration strikes in the middle of the night, just keep your laptop on low light.
[He didn't need a laptop-come-nightlight at like 2am.]
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He digs in his bag for his pajamas. It does feel weird, getting ready for bed this early when he's been thoroughly a night owl for almost as long as he can remember. But something about being in this house is bringing it out in him. He still feels painfully out of place in archie's life, but he's trying to make it work.
He changes in the bathroom, dumping his clothes in the laundry basket and crawling into bed. His hat is the last thing to come off, hanging pride of place on the knob of Archie's dresser. It feels like a sleepover a little, like when they were kids and both still had a mom at home and far fewer worries in their heads.]
Your dad kinda told me off for coming in so late last night. Kinda forgot that was a thing dad's worry about, I guess.
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[Archie would swap tricks and tips to sneaking in but he always got caught, he wasn't very subtle and usually when he got away with it, he ended up telling later by accident. He wasn't the strongest liar and he always kind of felt guilty for exploiting his dad's trust. He'd just rather not lie to him.]
You'll get used to it, it's not so bad. Imagine how awake you'll be tomorrow. [No more zombie walks to the breakfast table. Though Archie could have twelve hours sleep and still feel like he was undead in the mornings.]
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In the dark, wrapped up in his sleeping bag it feels easier to talk about this, like he's just speaking out into the darkness instead of to Archie's face.]
It's not bad. Having someone think about that stuff.
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[Being a struct dad, grounding him, making sure he went to bed and all of that it was just his way of showing love. He was lucky he had that, rules and boundaries meant he cared. Jughead didn't have that from his dad.
He hoped things changed soon. He wanted everything to be back to normal.]