Jughead put a hand on my cheek. The gesture made me smile. I knew Juggie wasn't exactly the biggest fan of contact or comforting people and to know that he was doing both those things right now, just for me, was making me feel special and different and once again, it was the first time that feeling had been a good thing.

I smiled at him. "Juggie, right now... you're the only person that's made me feel better for months. I was with you and I just... it just felt like a lot of the stuff in head went away. I wanted to focus on you... and I did. At least I think I did." I laughed

"You did." he smiled at me. He pushed the ever present hair out of face. My hair was always down. I was that cliche girl that used her hair to hide her face. Usually in the end of movies with that kind of girl in it, she put her hair up and everybody would see that she was actually beautiful and full of life. That was part of the reason I kept it down. I was afraid people expected something like that to happen and I hated to be a disappointment but there was really nothing to hide. There was nothing being hidden, I just liked things that felt like they were keeping me separate from the rest of the world. Like sunglasses.

I looked at Juggie again. "I'm scared. I can feel myself slipping away but... I don't know how to come back."

"Hey, I'm here. I'm gonna try and help you. I'm warning you now, I have no idea what you're going through so I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do."

To tell the truth, I didn't know either. I had no idea what he could do for me at all. I just needed him. That's what I needed. "Y/N, just tell me what I can do."

"...just be here." I said, leaning in to kiss him. He started to lean in too and soon enough we were taken back to our awkward little moment back in the kitchen earlier that day. We got lost in the kiss as he put an arm around my waist. I almost fell off the bed as he tried to pull me closer to him. We laughed and then went back to our previous actions. I smiled into the kiss. This was happiness. This was the closest thing to a normal relationship that I had. Only thing was, we weren't normal. Juggie and I were not normal in any way. And I loved it.

He spent the night with me and I laid there with him the whole time. I was awake for most of it, Jason Blossom's missing body haunting my mind. In the morning I was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to wake up as I stared at a wall. I felt him shift and then sit up next to me, but I didn't move. I didn't acknowledge that he was awake. Truth be told, my brain had once again, not completely registered the fact that he was sitting next to me.

"How long have you been up?" he asked. My eyes got wide and I turned to find him about an 3 inches away from me. He had startled me. His words had been the first noise I had heard all morning. He gave me a confused look.

"Shit, sorry. I um... I wasn't paying attention. I didn't hear you get up." I explained, "I've been up since about 4."

He sighed and wrapped an arm around my waist. Leaning over he kissed my cheek, which of course I had to tease him about.

"Is Jughead Jones the third being affectionate?!" I faked gasped.

He groaned, "We can't just have a nice, normal moment, can we?"

"In case you haven't noticed, neither of us are normal."

"True." he said, leaning in to kiss me again. I turned my head so he got my lips this time.

"You're really cute when you're being affectionate." I smiled.

"I swear to god if you tell anyone that."

"Oooo I have some new blackmail material!" I laughed.

"You wouldn't." he glared at me.

"Oh, but I would."

We spent the next few minutes going back and forth until we realized we were starving. We left my room and walked into the kitchen. Juggie sat at the table and I began to make breakfast. Looking over at him, I started thinking while I let my hands prepare the food like they had a mind of there own. I knew that things were going to get fucking difficult in the next few days. But this time I had a little bit of hope. I hoped that maybe Jughead would be enough to help me through all this shit. He understood me a little better than everyone else. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be that bad this time.