Jughead liked to think of himself as a highly intellectual being. And yes maybe that was narcissistic, but when you had the objective observation skills, writing ability and street smarts [literally] that he had, and not much else you learned to appreciate what you did have to the nth degree. So yeah Jughead liked to think he was pretty clever. But when it came to his beautiful blonde haired Watson, Jughead was astounded by his lack of ability to come up with reasonable conclusions. There was something about her, about them that was unable to be explained, something that was unquantifiable, yet it was just so right, as if it was so obvious no explanation was needed.
It wasn't just the fact that all she had to do was fix him with that intense gaze, the one in which her blue eyes lit him up like he was the earth and she was sun, and suddenly the vocabulary he had spent many years building and refining to rival that of the dictionary itself dissipated, and he was left stumbling over his words. It was the fact that despite all the less than ideal circumstances- a murder, a teacher student affair, her family breaking down- that had led to their friendship transpiring into a bond that ran deeper than anything either of them could have pictured, being together felt like the most natural thing in the world. And although he wasn't much of a believer in fate he couldn't help but feel as though maybe they were meant to scramble through this mess, and fall apart and break down so that they could seek sanctity in each other, so that they could fall into each other, so that they could come to a halt together.
But that was exactly what was so baffling. She, the supposed all American girl next door, the one who was supposed to end up with the all American boy next door, had stood strong while her world fell apart and every ounce of apparent perfection was drained from the picture of her life. And she had chosen him to weather the storm with her. She had opened up to him, let him draw her into his darkness and had shown him her own. And in the mean time she had crept into his heart in a way that much surpassed the level of friendship they had previously pertained, leaking sunshine into his veins and unlocking the light hidden away in a deep crevice of his soul.
Okay so he knew why he had fallen for her. How could he not? With her soft features, kind soul, big heart, empathetic yet strong nature, and brilliant mind as well as a witty sense of humour. Yeah that definitely made sense. But what he was struggling to comprehend was how she could have fallen for him? It didn't make sense. Of course he wasn't making objections and he certainly wasn't going to interrogate her about it. It was just a strange concept to him that someone who should theoretically be leagues above him, was quite possibly his soul mate.
It wasn't like he had been shy about his feelings toward her. Rather he had climbed a ladder into her room to check on her and kissed her. And yes maybe it was instinctual but that was just it. With her it was all about instincts. They were in tune. As nervous as he was about showing such affection toward her it was like something inside of him knew she wouldn't turn him away. And honestly he had always been a forward person, so he just went for it.
It shouldn't be this easy.
But it was. Everything with her was easy. It shouldn't have been so easy for her to conclude that her feelings for Archie were those of a childhood fantasy manifesting into her now adult life and were therefore, no more than an illusion of love transgressed from a childhood crush. But it was. It shouldn't have been so easy for him to believe that she was really over Archie when he had watched her pine over him for years. But it was. It shouldn't have been so easy for her to want him. But it was. It shouldn't have been so easy for him to like her. But it was. It shouldn't have been so easy for two people with limited relationship experience to fall into being a couple so easily. It shouldn't have been so easy to hold hands in public, or kiss her, or for her to kiss him, or go on dates. But it was. It was all so easy, such a natural development for them to undertake. It didn't make any sense. They were outsides essentially- him content being on the edge, her constantly attempting to break through the edge- but together they had created their own world on the outside and revelled in it.
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Fanfiction"If you jump, I jump". I will write works about the love between Jack and Rose who survived Titanic who dropped to the seabed on the Atlantic. I'm in love with their relationship they are so cute together. It's like they are made for each other. (A...
