Riverdale One Shot

Sometimes a milkshake was the only way to make a bad day good. The cold milky goodness was what you desired after a long school day and a few hours of part-time work. Driving to Pop's you could taste the chocolate milkshake; it made you excited to think that you would soon have the chilled beverage to help bring a smile to your face.

You practically ran into the diner prepared to put an order at the bar for your milkshake, but plans quickly changed. In the usual booth sat your boyfriend but he looked glummer than usual. His resting facial expression was far from chipper, but today it was far sadder than usual. He stirred the straw in his now completely melted milkshake, staring intently at the thick liquid.

Slightly concerned, you made your way over to Jughead, taking a seat opposite him. He almost jumped at your appearance at the table.

"Hi," you smiled softly, hoping he was just stuck in thought, and something bad hasn't happened before.

"Hi," he said in a solemn tone, a smile not evident on his face at all.

You tried to keep up a welcoming demeanour as you reached across the table to hold onto your boyfriend's hand, rubbing your thumb in gentle circles on the back of it.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he stated, too quickly for that to be the truth.

"Jughead," you said softly. "Something is up, what is wrong?"

He hesitated, taking a deep breath before raising his head so that he could look you in the eyes.

"No one thinks I am good enough for you."

It took a moment to sink in. What was he talking about? How could anyone think he wasn't good enough for you? He didn't have the best home life, not the best social standing, but he was a good person, one of the best people and you loved him uncontrollably.

"Why would you say that?" You questioned.

"Everyone thinks I'm weird," he sighed.

You rolled your eyes. Weird was subjective and by no means was it considered a bad thing. Some people may consider being weird a bad thing, but you couldn't see why, it just meant you were different, and difference is what makes life interesting.

"Well you are weird, my Love," you smiled, which made his face drop further-if it was possible. "However so am I, and your weirdness is why I love you, you silly idiot."

At that he couldn't help but smile at you; he knew you were sincere and using traits he disliked to prove your love, it just helped show how strong the affection was.

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Written by Charlotte.