Jughead/FP
[Yelling was never a good sign. Half the time that meant his old man was about to get right up in their face. Damned if they did and damned if they didn't. The fact that his best friend was defying his own dad now wasn't really a good thing.
He glances over to his best friend before moving into the living room and plopping down on the couch, arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against his messenger bag.]
Gee, dad, I wonder why we don't understand how dangerous it is.
[Fred narrows his eyes]
The GPS on those phones work just fine in this town, boys. So don't you dare lie to me again, Archibald. You boys weren't lost in the least bit. I should let FP deal with you since I'm pretty sure you're the reason why Jughead didn't come straight home.