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Being best friends with Jughead Jones isn't the easiest thing in the world. He's not the friendliest person to begin with, but some can easily look past that, like yourself. You and Jughead had been close every since you could remember, but the summer before Sophomore year changed things. Jughead became more reclusive and less in touch with you. It all happened after Jason Blossoms' death. The day before school started up again, you invited yourself over to his house. Needless to say, Jughead was surprised.
"Y/N?" He asked, the bags under his eyes telling you he must've just woken up. Despite the normal summer heat, he was wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants. Just seeing him again, after so long, made your heart flutter. You quickly pushed it down and regained your angry composure. "I haven't seen you in months, Jug!" You said, obviously breaking him out of his tired state. He quickly pulled you inside his house, and you accidently bumped into his chest. It was so tempting to hug him, but you fought the urge and watched as he closed the door behind you. When he faced you, you saw how intense his gaze was. "I'm sorry about that, Y/N, I am." He said, his tone serious. "I've been working on something," he said as he walked past you, beckoning you to follow him. He lead you to his room then to his desk where an open laptop rested. Pages of text cluttered the screen and just by skimming through the document the words 'Summer', 'Jason Blossom', and 'presumed dead' caught your eye. You turned to face Jughead who stood, unmoving, next to you. "This is what you were doing?" You asked, turning back to study the words he had typed.
"Yeah, ever since I heard he was missing." He muttered, but you couldn't help but be amazed by your friend. His drive and dedication to his writing was eye-opening. You faced him once more with a grin on your features. "Do you need help?"
As soon as you offered, Jughead enlisted your help. You pushed yourself as far as you could to get Jughead new information about Jason's case. You were just shy of breaking the law at some points. You went as far to befriend Cheryl Blossom for a time, which Jughead owed you big for. You were undercover the whole time though; because your real mission was to get close to Jughead again. When he got sucked into the madness of this summer's events, you had been left alone. It was during that season when you realized, just how much Jughead meant to you. That had been the loneliest summer of your life.
So you aided him and you couldn't help but admit that it was extremely interesting. Someone caused Jason's death but no one knew who. You and Jughead were trying to figure it out. After a day of tailing Cheryl and her friends, you had more information on the events leading up to her brother's disappearance. At lunch, you wandered around until you found Jughead typing away at a table by himself. You watched him as you walked closer, smiling at the way his brow furrowed every few seconds while he was writing. You sat down across from him, a soft smile etched on your features. He looked up at you and mimicked your small smile. "Anything new?" He asked, looking back down at his laptop to type again. "I have details about what the Blossom family was doing before Jason died." You said it in a whisper so others around you didn't hear. Jughead perked up at your words, now resting his hands near his face. "What happened?"
