"aw come on…"

Brandy groaned in distaste at her best friend who was holding the house phone to his ear with a cocky smirk so large it was actually going to split his face in half if it grew any larger. They were ordering pizza as their 'night before school gets back together treat', except she left Jughead to do the ordering so really it was not a 'treat' at all.

"Yes, a pineapple and ham pizza with five mozzarella balls" he repeated into the device, snickering at her. She was having none of it and lifted up a pillow from her bed threatening to throw it at him with a silent glare. "and add another pepperoni pizza please" he added quickly, raising his free arm in the air just in case Brandy decided he deserved to be pummeled to death with a pillow anyway, instead she glared harder at him. "… with extra cheese and stuffed crust" he completed and she grinned happily at him, dropping the pillow and flopping back down onto the bed contently. "yeah, deliver to the Montgomery resident, that'll be all, thanks"

Jughead hung up the phone and put it down on the desk, shooting her a small disapproving glance as he did so. "Was all of that really necessary?"

"Who orders Pineapple on pizza? Juggie you absolute sinner!" she giggled knowing full well it was her best friends favorite pizza, much like how he knew it was her least favorite pizza, but she still kind of enjoyed teasing him about it.

"it's the best flavor, most people don't like it because it's become the social norm to be disgusting on pizza" he replied, flopping down besides her on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. "if you were to actually invest yourself into trying it you might find you actually like it"

"mmmm, yeah, no. i'll pass thanks" she smirked at him, flipping over onto her belly and continuing to choose a color to paint her nails, so far she was torn between peach pink and sky blue. "i don't care about the social norm, it's still a sin to have pineapple on pizza. When I order pizza i'm not trying to kid anybody that i'm being healthy"

"whatever" he chuckled softly.

"hmm" she hummed, still pondering over the colors, deciding to turn to her oh so trusty sidekick "which color do you think will be best to wear on the first day back to school? Pink is my obvious go to color but I was thinking blue gives off a more confident vibe and its especially cute"

Jughead didn't even turn his head "Blue to match the watery death that Jason Blossom was condemned to"

She blinked, the unexpected comment that came from Jughead had been bubbling for over three days now. She knew full well Jughead had history with the prince of Riverdale that was Jason Blossom, not good history at that. No, Jason had been somewhat of an asshole to her bestie over the past few years, tripping him in hall ways and calling him a freak, the classic jock bullying style. True, Jason was not as bad as his fellow jocks but he still contributed to the misery that was Jughead's high school life. Brandy had continuously tried to put an end to it by going to Principle Weatherbee over 5 thousand times but no matter what he did it never seemed to stop, and her Juggie hated her getting involved so ALWAYS told her to stop, but like she'd do that.

So yes the comment was sick but that was just Jughead for you.

"Okay, now i'm definitely wearing pink and officially hella creeped out, thanks a bunch"

"You're welcome"

"They never found a body" She continued blandly, thinking over the past few weeks whilst beginning to paint her nails peach pink, starting on the thumb nail. Jason and her had some history too, but she refused to go back to those memories. "do you think he's actually dead?"

Jughead made an uncomfortable noise and flipped over onto his stomach as well, watching her work. "probably"

"But what if he's not?" she pressed with a sigh, she really hated death, especially when she knew the victim, it just reminded her of her mother who died 16 years ago, Brandy never knew her obviously… but still missed her none the less. Jason however, she had conflicting emotions over. He may have been an asshole to her but… did he really deserve to die? "what if he's just… stuck, out there all by himself."

"Dee, they had a funeral for him" Jughead reasoned without much interest in his voice, but then he raised his eyebrows although remembering something "an empty coffin must have made an awkward funeral"

Deciding the topic was far to sincere now she moved it on "so, I hear my little writer Juggie is starting up a novel" Brandy said with a smirk, nudging her best friend with her elbow making him swat her. "about Jason? When do I get to read this masterpiece! Obviously I must give you pointers and be mentioned in the blurb"

"never"

"What?! Please! I wanna see" she whined in his ear loudly.

He swatted her again "maybe"

she grinned triumphantly "maybe isn't a never"

"Maybe i'll think about it"

"Shut up"

Jughead chuckled lightly at her, whilst she stuck her tongue out at him with a playful glare then went back to painting her nails.

Riverdale was a quiet town, deaths didn't happen often unless you were outgrown by the town. The death of Jason Blossom had hit the town like a tornado, ripping its way through so that everybody knew, and the Blossoms were not private about the whole ordeal. Brandy was particularly dreading Cheryl in school tomorrow, she was Jason's twin, also the last person to be seen with Jason. The red headed twins were the golden children of Riverdale, practically dripping in maple syrup with how innocent their parents made them out to be, pretty much inseparable. To some extent Brandy did feel for Cheryl, but the girl was just such a bitch. To spare the details, lets just say she was your classic high school mean girl.

School tomorrow was definitely going to be interesting, and not just because of Cheryl, there was a certain bromance at stake and in need of some repairing…

"Anything from Archiekins yet?" she asked, smiling down at her finished nails in pride at how none of the color had smudged off the nail. NOW THAT was impressive. Painting your nails wasn't just a beauty decoration, it was an art. One that she had perfected over the years.

"Don't call him that" Jughead winced at the nickname given to the third member to their trio who was currently absent, and had been for the entirety of summer without giving any notice as to where he's gone or when he's returning. "And nothing since last time you asked, which was this morning by the way, i'm keeping a tally of how many times you ask me that question in a day"

She scowled at him "You're still mad at him?"

Jughead shrugged and made a small 'meh' noise in his throat, eyes having dark circles under them making her qonder how much sleep he'd gotten recently "Thats my secret, i'm alway's mad"

She snorted in amusement "Points for the avengers reference." they were too nerdy sometimes, but as for the topic of Archie, she chose wisely to dodge that as well. Jughead seemed particularly on edge today, which was probably a result of tomorrow being the first day back to school. "What do you think?" she asked, proudly displaying her nails in front of his face which had previously been resting happily on his arms staring at her cream carpet.

"What am I? Your gay best friend?" Jughead scoffed, pulling his beanie down over his eyes so he was unable to see. She pouted despite this, him and that damn beanie. He'd always had a beanie on his head, even when they were kids. Okay maybe they were still kids mentally, but psychically they could definitely fool somebody.

Brandy and Jughead went way back to preschool, so basically they'd been besties for ever. They'd also become friends with Betty Cooper and Archie Andrews. They were quite possibly the oddest combination of people to be together going to primary and secondary school. See, quite typically you'd have your classic group of jocks with rugby balls hanging out by the lockers or the stadiums, then there was your clique of 'popular' girls who classically had manicured nailed and perfect hair, then your clique of nerds who sent paper airplanes across classrooms and hallways, or maybe even that small cult of goths and emos who would hang about summoning satan.

But their squad, was none of these. They were strange and different and oh so wonderful in Brandy's eyes. THEIR squad was basically all of these stereotypes mashed into one, sorta. Betty was the genius, obviously, she was going to make sure the rest of the squad didn't all die or go bankrupt in the future. Archie, a jock but there was more to him, he was imaginative and secretly loved music but has never been confident enough to try it out. Then her dearest Jughead, who was as some might sat the oddball, he lived on the dodgy end of town and wasn't the richest kid in school, got bullied, but was secretly a genius as well. He was a nerd, whether he denied it or not.

Brandy, well, she was the 'strange' part of the squad, typically she was seen as the girly girl of the squad. Not quite as innocent as Betty, but still putting on a pale pink lipgloss and wearing summery dresses. However, she could go from girly girl to tomboy in 3.5 seconds if she wanted to. Mainly because she was just a teeny winy bit prone to be a bit hot headed in situations. JUST A LITTLE.

So it had always been them four, through thick and thin, as cheesy as it sounded it was true, they always had each others back, even if the only drama in this small town was whether Cheryl Blossom was wearing matte red lipstick or glossy red lipstick. However, their little band of misfits was somewhat divided, it had always been Archie and Betty and Jughead and Brandy, that was just how it rolled. Their group wasn't exactly this small, there was also Kevin who often hung out with them, and Melanie who was more Brandy's friend than anybody else, she hated that name thought and often went by as Mel.

"Pshh no, I already have G.B.F called Kevin" she retorted blatantly and shuffled off the bed, grabbing the remote from her white, wooden bedside table and switching on the tv that was screwed onto the other wall. "you, are my B.F.F, which I suppose is practically the same thing in your case"

"I'm not gay, Brandy!" he mumbled into his arm, but she saw the smirk pull at his lips and crease his eyes. "you know that."

She laughed and patted his shoulder as she sat back down, still absently flicking through channels until she landed on 'Friends' and saw it was the episode were they try to get the sofa up the stairs. Satisfied, she put the remote down "i know- I know"

"Is school absolutely essential?"

here we go…

"Yes"

"So you're saying that if I were to.. I don't know, not turn up say, that would be bad?"

"You'd leave me to face the wrath of Mr Holts alone? You monster"

"Hm, if I go will you at least stop bugging me about my novel?" he pleaded her, shifting onto his side to watch the episode on the tv as well.

"Maybe" she grinned at him mischievously "maybe i'll think about it. Tell you what, lets make a bet"

"On…?

"Whether Betty will ask Archie to back to-school semi-formal dance or chicken out at the last minute, 10 bucks, what do you say, Juggie?" she held out her hand trying to send off a 'deal with the devil' vibe to intimidate Jug, which of course did not work at all.

He rose his eyebrows for a moment then shook her hand confidently "You're on, Montgomery"

Ding

"PIZZA!"

AN:

Hiiii! Wasn't that a brilliant introduction, personally i think pizza is the way to open any story, because who doesn't like pizza? you're welcome. anyway, yes, Riverdale, only the best Tv show since Teen Wolf season 3, am i right? This is my first Riverdale fic because i'm a geek and fell in love with the show so just HAD to write something. i hope who ever is crazy enough to read this enjoys it! This was kinda of just an introduction chapter, we'll get into the actual story next time! promise.

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