Veronica had left not long after, something about needing to clear her head with "Daddy's champagne" and now I was left alone in the apartment, sprawled across the old mattress that smelt of Jughead. He always smelt faintly of cheap cologne intertwined with a warmth and flooded my senses with memories of home.
The mattress groaned in protest as I rolled onto my side in a desperate battle with my insomnia, the moonlight shone in slivers through my dirty wooden blinds. And memories of his arm curled around my waist in the early morning, shards of sunlight making me squint my eyes finally sent me to sleep.
The ghost of Jughead cocooning me in comfort.
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lola | JUGHEAD JONES ✔
Fanfiction❝ I fall in love with you a little more everyday ❞ in which lola comes home and an old flame is rekindled. to be updated every day; set in season one beautiful cover by @cynicswereoutraged
