My clock read. In about a minute, it'll be my 18th birthday. You know usually it's no big deal. But in this town, your life depends on it. Because at exactly 12:00 pm, a word would pop up in dark ink, stating your purpose in life. Pretty weird, right?
It's officially my birthday. I'm actually 18 now. I am currently hanging out with my friends. 2 years later you'd think Sweet Water River still wouldn't be as popular since Jason Blossom's death. But no, after a year people started going back. And that's where we were on this lovely night. Blankets spread and bottles open. Laughing our asses off at complete nonsense.
Everyone gathered around the small fire. Jughead sitting by my side. Content with life. They were all sharing their favorite memories with me. "Remember when we first met, y/n/n? You weren't exactly the nicest that day." Veronica said. "Hey! I wasn't having a good day okay. And you came in with this cheery ass attitude and I was annoyed." We all laughed.
"Y/n/n, remember your 5th birthday? You got so pissed because dad wouldn't get you the Barbie Townhouse. So I gave you my favorite truck." Archie laughed. "Oh Arch, I still have it! I played with it until I was like 12. It's my most prized possession." I smiled remembering those years. I could feel my eyes starting to water.
"Y/n?" Jughead whispered. "Yes?" I smiled looking at the green eyed boy. "Remember on my 16th birthday, you gave me a book of poems that you had written?" I nodded, curious as to what he was getting to. "Here." He had handed me a journal with a slightly worn out leather cover. "What is it?" I asked cheerily. "I wrote a book about you." I grinned and kissed him. "Thank you, babe!"
Everyone had eventually fallen asleep. Except for Jughead and I. I looked up at him, taking in his features. Not like I haven't done it a million times. But everytime I look at him, I'm amazed at how beautiful he is and how I get to wake up to him every day. "What're you thinking about, angel?" I blushed at the nickname. 2 years and he's still able to make blush profusely.
"What do you think my purpose is in life?" He paused for a moment. "I think you'd be a doctor, because you're always helping people. Or a writer." I nodded. Sounds about right. I cuddled into him more and stared at the stars.
Everyone had went back to their homes and gotten ready for my party. Jughead stayed behind and helped me set up. Once we were finished it was about 10:30. We just cuddled and talked. "Jughead I'm gonna read the book you wrote. I wanna see what I'm like in Jughead's beautiful mind." I said with a smile. I read the little poem he'd written at the beginning aloud.
"Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I'd never lie
She said "be true," I swear I'll try
In the end, it's her and I
She's out her head, I'm out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am hers, and she is mine.
In the end, it's her and I"
I'm pretty sure I was like crying. I looked up at him and just jumped in his arms. "I love you, Jughead Jones." He kissed my forehead and grinned. "I love you too, Y/f/n Y/l/n."
In about 10 minutes, my life was going to change. Whatever my job or purpose was in life was what I was going to be doing until I retire. I was a nervous wreck to say the least. Jughead saw my shaking and just held me. "Don't be nervous, angel. Whatever it is I'm sure you'll love it."
Everyone gathered around me as I nervously awaited my destiny in life. I looked at all their faces. The people I've know since forever. My dad, FP, Archie, Jughead, The Coopers, Cheryl, The Lodges, The Pussycats, everyone.
I felt the ink carving it's way into my wrist. I looked down at the newly tatted word and it read
My boy was right. It was something that I loved. He was my purpose.