But still you stumble, feet give way
Outside the world seems a violent place
But you had to have him, and so you did
Some things you let go in order to live

Most small towns in America are the same; the good-old fashion styled cafeteria that's probably been running for way too long, the town hall, suburban homes, high schools full of drama, and of course, safety and peacefulness. Riverdale, with the blonde blue-eyed teens and Pop's 50's styled restaurant, was absolutely no exception. That was until Jason Blossoms' body was found at the bay of Sweetriver Falls, pale as a ghost and with a hole on his forehead, and everyone then knew the safety and peace that had made Riverdale a sweet American town was gone.

Though things had changed drastically in the town, some things were still the same. Elizabeth "Betty" Cooper, Riverdale's good golden girl, still had a new fresh issue of the Blue and Gold newspaper published every Monday at 8:00 am. Archie Andrews could be seen playing for the school's football team or strumming along his guitar, and it was impossible to not hear Veronica Lodge's brand new Gucci shoes clicking on the school's tile floor or smell her expensive perfume whenever she walked by.

The town had been shaken up by a tragic, awful death that had impacted everyone at some level, but if it did not change something was the long-lasting friendship the "Three Musketeers" had.

The blonde, the redhead and the brunette, couldn't be more different from each other yet they still carried on as friends. Well, of course, two of them weren't exactly friends. Archie and Betty had been dating for as long they themselves didn't know. They were Riverdale's pride and joy, perfect straight A+ students, good families, the cheerleader and football player. High school sweethearts who were picture perfect, meant to marry and have little blue-eyed redhead Riverdale babies. That had been the plan all along.

But Jason Blossom's death had made Betty wake up and realize life was not meant to be perfect. Not even Riverdale, whom she had always thought to be the definition of perfection.

Riverdale's habitants knew change was on their way after their precious Blossom boy died, it had been assured when the son of the town's most famous serpent and drug dealer had moved to the North side and enrolled in North High School. But they believed it when said boy had been seen riding drunk in a bike with his enemy and the town's most precious taken girl.

When Jason's body had been found she had been in this exact same position. Sitting straight up as her perfectly manicured hands typed away in the old chunky computer, finishing up an article for that week's paper when her phone had buzzed with Kevin's message, announcing he had seen Jason's dead body on the shore of Sweetriver Falls.

Betty didn't know why all of a sudden this dark, strange thoughts sometimes popped up in her head, but they did. She often wondered about death, things a good girl like her wasn't supposed to, though they disappeared as quickly as they came. The scars in the palm of her hands served as proof.

Shaking off the thought, she concentrated on finishing up the article. It had to be good, no grammatical misspellings or she'll be forced to face the wrath from her parents, owners of Riverdale's News and who also read her articles, through a 20-minute lecture. Of course, Hal and Alice Cooper were more preoccupied of how it would look on them rather than her, per usual.

"Hey, sweets." Her long-time boyfriend, Archie Andrews, said as he walked inside the small room.

Betty looked up from her document, watching Archie hand her a cup of coffee with a small smile on his face. She smiled back.

"Hey, Archs." Betty replied, standing up and kissing him softly and thanked him for the coffee.

"How's the article coming up?" He asked, sitting on top of the desk. "By the way, have you seen the new guy yet? The guy is a total tool."

"I haven't actually, I came here straight from class." Betty smiled. "Aaand, I'm still struggling with some bits and pieces, my mind's too full right now."

"Oh, is there something wrong?" Archie asked, his chocolate brown eyes filled with concern.

Betty debated on telling him. How she had been having nightmares of death, how she had been having this desire to going out and get drunk and break this good girl reputation she had. How she longed, she needed to stop being perfect for a second.

Instead, she smiled. Archie wouldn't understand, he too was perfect, but unlike her, he loved it. He craved perfection in everything he did, he had no desire to get away from this small town, no need to change the way he was.

"No, everything is good." She smiled.

"Perfect, then." He smiled brightly, kissing her once more before they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hi, I'm looking for Elizabeth...Golden Locks." A vaguely familiar voice said from the door.

Separating her lips from Archie's, she looked at a smirking face that belonged to a beanie-wearing guy. She groaned, putting her head on her hands. It had to be last night's guy.

"Asshole" She muttered.

A/N: Aaaah! Hi people! This is the first fanfic I've posted in FOREVER but I'm so happy to. I hope you enjoy this. SO sorry if there is any mistakes, English is not my first language and though I'm fluent, I still struggle some times. Anyway, I hope you like it and let me know what you think! :)

hugs,

Dree.