RIVERDALE| JUGHEAD JONES; part one
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IMAGINE: Jughead showing up at your house a few days after you had fought.
You had been ignoring him for days. Avoiding him in the hallways and not meeting his eye when he looked at you; he was getting frustrated, to say the least. You don't remeber how it started, the argument was about something petty and unimportant, but it was the start to this whole escapade. But he'd had enough of it; he just wanted it to be over. You were surprised to find him sitting on the steps leading to your front door when you had gotten home from cheer practice. He stood from his seat, walking over to you and clearing his throat to fill the awkward tension surrounding you two.
"I'm sorry. For everything."