Jughead X Archie Novels & Stories

I smiled, that is very good. “Dean is in a way is like Lila, takes things seriously and likes focusing on the task ahead. But when they grow up, Archie is going to be more deadly because he jokes while inflicting pain on people. His bubbly side is just part of him. I won’t want to mess with him when he is older,” she said. I looked at Archie and he was just calmly blocking Dean’s hit. Maybe mother is right. But I will only confirm that when they are older. “I will be going now,” I said, slightly hugging her. I look at them again, then I teleport to my bed. I didn’t bother removing my clothes. Immediately my head hit the pillow. I was out.

he grins and dashed to the dressing table. Cladding in a white crew neck T-shirt, over a gold jacket, black ripped jeans and a set of white Snickers. Archie checks his reflection in the mirror and screams happily at how cute he looks in whatever he put on. Je checks his accessory collection and picks out a jade stud that matches his jacket. He moves his long brown hair to the back. He applies light makeup and grins throughout the session. A knock on his door and he needs no one to tell him that it is his father. “Dad!” He calls out to him, so he should know that he could tell that he is the one by the door.

"Of course we'll wheel you up to see your daughter. But you can't stay long. You have to get back into bed. We can't have a woman who just came out of a coma running around, can we?" She and Troy looked at each other. Juicy climbed into the wheelchair, surprised to see that two strange people were already there holding her baby. She looked up at Troy who smiled. "Juice, this is my Mom Gladys and my Dad Robert." He had a proud smile on his face. "And this is Juicy."

He runs a hand down his face and looks back at Beau. “I have a .. predicament.” Beau’s face falls. “Arch,” he warns. “We already have one kid. I can’t do another because you’re too embarrassed to ask the nurse for condoms.” “Fuck off,” Archer scowls. “I was fourteen. You try asking for condoms at fourteen.” “I have,” Beau says plainly. “And I did.” Archer rubs his eyes then pinches his brow. “This was a bad idea.” “I kid! I kid!” Beau says. He leans his elbow on the table. “Tell big brother Beau about your problems.”

I picked out some skinny jeans, a long sleeve orange t-shirt, and a black hoodie. Once Archie gets dressed in black joggers, a white t-shirt, and a gray sweatshirt, we walk out to the living room to wait for everyone else. He sits on the couch, staring at the fireplace as it crackles while I run my hands through his hair to bring some calm to his body.

I stop mid-sentence because I have no idea if either of them have a truck to put my chair in the back of. Archer must have known where my thought was heading because he smiled gesturing his thumb behind him. "Drake is here, he drove. He's in the driveway talking to a kid our age." He looks at me intently before saying, "the guy Drake is talking to looks a lot like you actually." Realization hits me who he's talking about. "That's my older brother, Jacob; he's 18 years old like the three of you." Archer and Bianca give each other a confused look before turning back to me. "If he's 18 years like us, how old are you then?" Bianca asks, her big blue eyes confused.

Cryx scoffed. "Why? Perhaps did I say something wrong? Or was your reaction out of guilt and shame?" He retorted and snapped. "Y-You..!" "Yahoo! Hey guys, were you talking about me?" Look who's here. Arden Josh Vega. He's a year older than me, from the same class as I am, a 11th grader in Sage Academy. He's the playful and joker type among us, he's like my little brother when he's smiling but a wolf when he's pissed and serious.

Why is every male in my life so damn frustrating? Archer takes another seat on the couch and Huxley paces in the corner of the room, but he's calm enough I believe it's okay to lower my hands. "Archer, tell me what happened." My heart thrums loudly in my chest. I'm too agitated to sit down, so I stand a few feet from the couch listening as he talks. "I was running an underground gambling ring with Jensen. You remember him, right?"

Here they go again with their questions and answers phases. "I need to go." It was too soon for Archer to go back home, he hasn't wrapped up his artwork but he has to ignore her. He can work on it at home, thinking that he has finally found his missing piece. However, it feels like it doesn't seem right for him. He is deeply aware that Selah is not like his typical girl, she is not his type and it makes him even more confused about himself.

She instantly understood what she’d just interrupted and hurried to say, “These are your brother’s pajamas. He’s not much shorter than Archer, so they should fit okay. Have him try them on first—if they don’t fit, you can go buy another set.” Archer walked over and took the pajamas from her. James was tall, so the size probably wasn’t an issue. But the style… Well, back then he had a bit of a comic book obsession. The pajamas were printed with Spider-Man and Ultraman. Seeing the print herself, Rachel couldn’t help but laugh and turned to Aria. “Maybe take Archer to the supermarket nearby and buy a new set. If you need anything else, get it while you’re out.” There was a large grocery store j