You and Jughead had had a fight. You stormed inside and left him outside your front door. He sat on your footsteps hours after, hoping you'd come back out and sort things out. It began to get dark and cold; his jacket was doing him anything. He stayed sat down until he heard the front door click open.

•••

"Jug, what are you still doing here?"

"I was waiting for you to come out"

"And do what?" You crossed your arms.

"Sort things out. I didn't want to leave on a bad note"

"Oh. Jug. I'm sorry" you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"It's okay. I love you"

"I love you too