|forsythe pendleton 'jughead' jones, the third (fpjonesthethird) wrote in themandalay,|
@ 2017-10-03 15:16:00
|Entry tags:||jughead jones|
|He wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but Jughead jones - perennial loner and weirdo, Riverdale’s own Donnie Darko - was happy. It wasn’t something he realized at first, the emotion one he hadn’t attributed to himself since he was a child, but sometime between waking up with Betty on one side of the bed and Vegas curled up nearby, he knew the calmness and warmth in his chest couldn’t be anything else.
He wasn’t going to question it. At least, not at first.
His lips were curled up in a smile as he left the brilliant blonde he was privileged to call his girlfriend sleeping, calling downstairs from the other room of their suite to order them some breakfast. Jughead wasn’t normally the type to go for extravagant gestures, but this was different. After everything they had been through, he could loosen his iron-like grip on his wallet enough to do something to show Betty that he cared.
Verbalizing such things had never been easy for the dark-haired outcast, in fact he wasn’t the best equipped to handle much of anything emotional unless it involved anger, frustration, hatred, hunger, or outright rage, but recent experiences and the support of friends new and old was helping him get better at all that. Jughead finally had someone who made him want to be someone worthwhile, and now that things were back to semi-normal he was hoping to find some way to thank Betty for everything she had done for him.