Novel & Cerita Archie X Jughead

"You've go to be shitting me! You are really going to do this? And today of all fucking days!" Goliath is five seconds from ripping through Declan's body, and Archie is locked-eyed with him. A blood bath is brewing; I don't know why since they have been best friends since Archie came here to visit me after my attack. Even today, they have been nothing but smiles and slaps on the back. Jackson swings the door with so much force that it knocks a picture off the wall. Archie doesn't flinch, looks over at a seething Jacks, and tilts his head, "you too? Do they know?"

“Ha ha what happened to you, Young Man? Who are you trying to call? Your father or mother? Do you still have one? Or maybe you want to contact your other street friends?” Archie sneered. Bugh! Russell who heard Archie’s chatter, could no longer contain his emotions. He threw a punch at Archie’s jaw Immediately. Archie, who wasn’t ready, getting staggered Seeing the position of his opponent who did not have a perfect stance, this Lloyd family guard again threw a punch at the stomach of the man in front of him.

After Archie clapped along with the others, he took over Xavier's words and said, "Mr. Xavier is really too polite! I, Archie, have been in London for so long that everyone knows what kind of temperament I have! I, Archie, will say one thing, in the future, as long as there is a mouthful of food from me, there will definitely be no shortage of Xavier! Everyone here definitely knows what to do, right?" Look, Xavier's people are very humble, and Archie is very domineering!

We won. Took out the Galaxy five to four. Except for our sweeper rolling his ankle when he came down wrong during a head shot, the game went fine. It wasn't necessarily pretty, but we got the job done. I might have had more enthusiasm if I hadn't still been pissed at my family. It's been a week since the showdown at my mom's house, and the only two people to even try to apologize were Blanca and Geovany. This doesn't surprise me. Geovany isn't just my big brother. He's one of my best friends. He knows I'm smarter than everyone gives me credit for.

She gives him another hug and then sees me. “Quinn!” she exclaims. “Look at you! You’ve grown up.” “Hi, Mrs. Jones,” I say with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.” “Call me Sheila,” she says and comes in for a hug. So Mrs. Jones is a hugger, and she smells overwhelmingly like the perfume my grandmother wears. “Dad, do you remember Quinn?” Archer steps back, slipping his arm around me. “I do, and it’s nice to see you again. I always thought Archer had a thing for you,” he says with a wink. Archer got his dark hair and brown eyes from his father but is a few inches taller and many pounds lighter than his dad.

“Take this money and have a meal at a fast food place.” Kiran’s face ashened, and his brows furrowed. Did she think he was a beggar? “Is it Kiran?” Just as Kiran was about to get all riled up, Archie’s delighted voice came from behind. Just as Kiran turned around, Archie put his hands around Kiran’s shoulders. His eyes even brimmed with tears when he saw how similar he looked to his old friend, Titus York. “The York family lives!” Archie cried with overwhelming joy, a completely different reaction from Lucia’s hostility.

They smiled back. “We are good,” they replied, and I noticed their voices were deeper. “These kids are really growing,” I said. They laughed. “We are not kids, auntie,” Archie said. I hum, looking at him. He looks just like his dad; there are no traces of Octavia except her white hair. “Oh really? I bet you want to ride on Sky,” I said. His cheeks flared up, and Dean laughed at him. “You can, if you want,” I said. He smiled widely about standing up, but Octavia pulled him back.

I looked into that person and saw Zehan with Archie behind her. “Let's go!” She told me in a hurry before she gently pulled me away, but I stopped when I saw Archie having a fight with the man. “Schuyler! We should leave now and get you somewhere safe!” Zehan told me in a low yet serious voice, but I ended up shaking my head to her in disagreement. “What?” When Archie managed to punch the guy and he lost consciousness, he slowly turned around to face us with an unnamed emotion in his eyes.

I mutter under my breath, my discomfort palpable. With a shake of his head, Archie strides over to the liquor cabinet, his movements purposeful yet tinged with concern. Pouring a generous measure of whiskey, he places the glass in my hand, a silent offering of solace amidst the chaos. "Penny is one sweet girl," he begins, his voice tinged with a mix of admonishment and empathy, "She acts tough, but she's very fragile. And you're both acting like a bunch of animals."