Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
After dinner, Archie is heading back to his room while Fred is cleaning up dinner.
He climbed the stairs, nervous to face Jughead after what almost happened. Once he reached his bedroom door he froze, hand on the doorknob. He could hear something coming from inside his bedroom. Wasn't Jug asleep? He opened his bedroom door to reveal Jug sitting up in bed cradling his head in his hands, was he crying?
"Juggie? What's up Bud..?" Archie asked while closing his door and walking over.
 "Did something happen?" Jughead didn't answer. He couldn't. His dream replayed in his mind over and over again. He walked into the trailer and saw his dad standing in the kitchen leaning on the bar. He was sipping one of the beers he usually bought. 
"Dad?"  Jug looked at his father, something felt off.  FP looked over at Jug and put his beer on the counter with a loud thunk. He made his way over to his son and towered over him, he reeked of beer and BO. Like he hasn't showered in weeks.
"It's about time you came home, Jughead. Did you have fun running around town acting like a stubborn child? Well fine, sense you hate it here so much, I did you a favor. Check your room." FP turned to walk back to the kitchen. 
"What? What do you mean?" Jug asked, alarmed. He made his way to his bedroom, his brain going through different scenarios of what his father could have done. Once he got to his bedroom door he opened it. The room was empty. Only an empty mattress, bedframe, and dresser laid in the room. Dresser drawers opened and empty. Mattress leaned against the wall. Everything was gone, his posters, clothes, sheets, pillows, everything. Jughead walked out of his bedroom slamming his bedroom door closed behind him. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed FP by the collar of his flannel. 
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY STUFF?" Jughead yelled, FP stared at Jug with a smirk on his face. He didn't answer him.
"ANSWER ME!" Jug shook his father. But all his dad did was look at him, with that stupid smile on his face.
"You're done kid. You want to leave? Fine. But you're not my son from now on. You hear me? You're nothing to me." FP grabbed Jughead's wrists and pulled them off his collar. He grabbed Jugs arm and dragged him to the front door, opening it. Jug was thrown out the door by his father, but the fall was slow and long. It seemed like he was falling for eternity. Then he woke up. But how could he tell that to Archie? He didn't need his pity right now. He wouldn't be able to handle it. He tried his best not to cry, but his body was disobeying his wishes. He could feel his body shaking as he sat there. Archie put his hand on Jugs' back, rubbing circles. His mother did this to him when he had nightmares as a kid. He hoped it would help his friend in his need of comfort. They stayed like that for a while until they both fell asleep. Intertwined together. Jughead is embraced by Archie, his head resting on Jugs. They will surely be surprised in the morning, finding each other like this together. The way they feel for eachother is only seen as close friends. But I think we know where this is going. But do they?