Chapter 1
It's not like I could escape it… This town, this quiet little town called Riverdale wasn't much of a safe haven as you'd expect little towns to be. Oh there was so much more that this town held that I would soon come to know; secrets, lies, death, betrayal, etc.
Honestly I don't know why I still stuck around in this town. I could have gone to live with my mother in Forks. But I chose to stay back with my dad. Why? Must be a very good reason…
"Not that I don't love the silence, but are you okay?" a concerned voice asked, breaking me out of my train of thoughts.
I glanced over at the boy, taking him in; pale skin glistened under the neon lights from Pop Tate's sign, and wavy black hair black hair was hidden under a crown beanie. A a few strands framed his blue-green eyes that seemed to always see into me.
I smiled to myself as I stared back at what I now realized was the reason I decided to stay.
Stealing a fry from him, I nodded my head to his question.
"Awe, Jugs, you care about me!" I squealed, clasping my hands together.
He glared at me before turning his attention back to his laptop.
"Working on your fanfiction, huh?" I asked, stealing another fry from him.
"It's not fanfiction," he responded turning turning towards me. Jughead narrowed his eyes once he noticed the crispy potato dangling from my fingers and moved the fry basket closer to himself.
I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior before reaching over and grabbing another one. Jughead quickly swatted my wandering hands.
"Juuugggsss," I whined. "Learn to share."
"You're the one who needs to learn how to ask," he shot back with a glare.
Jughead raised his eyebrows as a devious smirk made it's way onto my face.
I quickly grabbed his chocolate milkshake and took a long sip from it before it was snatched away by the devil himself.
"Fine. Next time I'll ask," I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest.
Jughead looked smug before turning back to his laptop and typing away.
After a moment of silence I opened my mouth again, "What's your fanfiction about?"
"How many times do I have to tell you it's not fanfiction?" I smiled cheekily causing
Jughead to shake his head. "It's about my adventures with Archie and all the secrets that this town holds."
"Still convinced that this town has secrets?" I sighed. "Honestly Jugs, this town may not be peaceful but at least it's not like Bates Motel. Now that shit is batshit crazy," I responded, thinking about the creepy relationship between Norman Bates and his mother.
"You'd be surprised, Tris. This town is a lot more than it seems." He replied in his doom and gloom mood, before yet again turning back to his laptop. Honestly, the love he held for that laptop knew no bounds.
"Anyways," I started warily, trying to change the topic before Jughead got into his rant about how horrible Riverdale was. "Excited for your fourth of July weekend get away with Archie?" I raised my eyebrows, sneakily grabbing his chocolate milkshake and taking a sip out of it.
I could have sworn that Jughead noticed because the sides of his mouth were twitching. Possibly from the excitement of exchanging saliva with the magnificent me.
"Yeah," he replied, trying to play it off cool before glaring at me as he noticed the peppermint colored straw between my lips. I smiled cheekily before sliding it over towards him. "You know, you could come along if you want?"
"Nah, I couldn't. This is the only time you get Archie to yourself without Betty throwing herself at him and keeping everyone at bay. Plus the bromance is what every girl lives for," I exclaimed, playfully reaching over and punching Jughead in the arm.
"You don't know the definition of personal space, do you Tristesse?"
"Awe, Jugs! You I can't help myself," I sighed all dreamily like to add more emphasis on Jughead's charm.
Jughead rolled his eyes in annoyance before turning back to his laptop.
"Not a lot of people can," he smirked from behind his screen as he typed away.
"Did Jughead Jones make a joke? I thought you dealt with those things with sarcasm," I said, leaning over and closing his laptop. By now Jughead was only a breath away.
A moment of silence passed by as we both stared at each other.
"You have really nice eyes," I commented idly.
Jughead looked like a deer caught in headlights.
I took advantage of the moment to reach over and grab a french fry.
It took Jughead a moment to realize what happened, but by then I was already comfortably seated on my side of the booth.
"Hey!" he exclaimed as I put the fry in my mouth. "Stop stealing my fries!"
"But they're so good!"
"Then ask," he responded, opening up his laptop again.
"Can I have your fries?" I asked with my hand hovering above the fry basket.
"No," he swatted my hand away.
"Can I read what you've written so far?" I pleaded, reaching over for his laptop.
"No," he repeated, swatting my hand away.
"Can I get a kiss?" I requested as I gazed at him with a coy smile.
"N-Ye-What?"
