Goodmorrow everyone. Here is Chapter 2 of unwritten. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 2: Nightmares

"Archie, please. You have to believe me." I pleaded. I looked back as if something was after me, but my breathe was my only greeter.

"Betty, you're fine. I think you're just seeing things."

"Arch, he was right here! Staring up at my window. I know it!"

He rolled his eyes, frustration painted across his face. I felt my heart tug at his reaction, and tears beginning to form. Is he really not going to believe me?

"Come on Betty, let's just get inside, it's freezing."

He grabbed my shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze, rubbing them in the process. Feeling defeated, I sighed and nodded my head, turning with him as we walked inside. I turned one last time to make sure no one was there.

Maybe I was seeing things, I thought to myself.

As we crossed the doorway, I noticed how dark the house was. I quickly reached for the switch and flicked it up and down.

"Arch, do you know-" I turned around to talk to my best friend, but instead was greeted by haunting green eyes. The Black Hood stood tall and stiff. He held his gun in front of me, my eyes meeting the clear black barrel. My body stood still, too afraid to move. As I moved my gaze from the gun to his eyes, his finger squeezed the trigger, and a loud bang echoed through the house.

My eyes jerked opened and my body flung upright. I felt sweat stick to every part of my body as I tried to catch my breath. My heart raced a million miles a minute and I swore time stood still. I glanced over at my clock.

2:48 am.

I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. The contents of the dream still fresh in my mind. I wasn't surprised that on my first night back, he was the first thing I dreamt of.

I got up from my bed and took a much-needed shower. I wasn't worried about my noise waking anyone else up. As selfish at it may have been, I was hoping someone would wake up, just so I could assure myself that I wasn't alone in this old house.

As I dressed myself for bed, again, my ears caught the whisper of strings coming from a distance. I tried to ignore them, but the hum that escaped my throat knew the song before my thoughts were able to understand anything. I immediately turned to face Archie's window. I slowly crept behind my blinds and observed the red-head between our curtains. I opened my window to hear his melody, and the light kiss of the night air covered my body in goosebumps.

He was unaccompanied by nothing but the soft glow of the lamp on his drawer. His shoulders were bare, and his skin reflected the light around him; he was glowing. His head law low as if trying to hide himself from what the night was bringing. His

The tune was familiar, but I wasn't entirely sure of what it was. I sighed as I listened to the soft strumming coming from the open window.

I'm lost in the memory

Of the place where summer ends

Late night when this town gets small

I'll be running through the streets again

Let's make it hard to hold on

He kept his head low as he played, never once missing a note. The song was very familiar, but I wasn't sure how I knew it. Somehow, my emotions knew before I did, and my eyes began to burn, and my heart began to ache.

Come on, turn the radio on

And honey let's dance, dance, dance

For the rest of the night

It's better left unsaid

I held the necklace that felt so heavy on my chest and tried to keep the tears from falling as the melody rang through my ears. I was brought back to a time where everything was so simple, and the only worry I had was whether or not Archie truly loved me. I never imagined myself hearing the rest of this song. My heart felt heavy and time forgot to exist.

Yeah come on, play the remix loud

And honey we'll dance, dance, dance

For the rest of our lives

I'm not ready to go yet

We've got history to forget

He finished the song and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up, locking his eyes with mine. He slowly brought his hand down and shifted his position, so he was sitting completely upright. I pursed my lips and tried with everything in me not to let those tears fall. His lips curved to one side, and his hand reached out to wipe something away. He nodded his head to one side, and I immediately responded with a smile. Within a few minutes, Archie and I were sitting on his front steps, with nothing by the moon and streetlights to see.

"Hi." I said, nervous about this second encounter.

"Hey." He laughed as he looked at his interlocked hands.

I knew I had a chance to make things right. I knew I was able to apologize, tell him everything, and he would forgive me. That was the Archie I knew all those years ago, and I knew that he was the Archie sitting beside me. But why was I so afraid? He was my best friend for so many years, but maybe that was what scared me the most. He was my best friend. So much has happened, that maybe a part of him always blamed me for them.

"You really hurt me, Betty." He stated, interrupting my running thoughts. "I tried to get you to open up to me, and you just … I didn't understand. I understood shutting out Veronica. I even understood you shutting out Jughead, but me? I was with you, Betty. I lived everything with you, and you just … you completely threw me out of your world."

I was too afraid to look at him. I knew he would have tears in his eyes. I knew my heart would break more than it already was if I looked into those hazel eyes. I fiddled with my fingers and saw the stains of tears as they hit the sleeves of my sweater.

"I wanted to," I began, "talk to you but… I just couldn't, Arch. I knew that we went through this because of me. You were almost buried alive, because of me. You were tormented for months, because of me. I tried to convince myself that if you hated me for everything, leaving would've been easier. Life would've been easier."

"Was it?" he asked.

I built up enough courage to lift my head, and my deepest regrets surfaced at the sight of his broken expression. My eyes were steaming, my cheeks were warm, and the cool air couldn't dry up the tears before more came rushing down.

"Of course not, Archie. You were always the one thing in my life that was right." He smiled at the response and lifted a hand to wipe away my never-ending tears. "You needed a best friend that wouldn't put you in situations that I put you in. A best friend that wasn't so fucked up as I was."

"Betty, what I needed was you." His hazel eyes never left mine, and my mind was suddenly clear of everything that had been enclosed for the past four years. We were suddenly inches apart, and a certain moment in a car didn't hesitate to pop up in my mind. I felt his breath hit my lips, and soon enough, his lips followed. He was warm, like last time, and soft. His lips fit perfectly on mine, and the breath of his nose tickled the top of my lip. We slowly pulled apart, but my eyes couldn't separate from his lips. I glanced up and found him already looking at me. His eyes seemed almost black, and suddenly, his had was holding my head up, and our lips were dancing once more.

I woke up the next morning with the night's contents fresh in my mind. I had the slightest hope that my nightmares were over and done with, but something in me knew that my hope was going to manifest into disappointment.

As I walked towards the bathroom, I quickly glanced at the window next door, and felt my cheeks burn a bright red. His lips were suddenly on mine, and the night was real once more. I shook my head at my thoughts and prepared myself for the day.

In the kitchen, I was greeted by deafening silence and a note on the kitchen island, propped by a vase full of withering flowers.

Come to the Registry. – Mom

My head ran through multiple reasons as to why I would be needed at the Registry, and none of them compelled me to find the impulse to go. I ignored my mother's plead and headed towards somewhere I knew would hide me out for most of the day.

I walked around back to the shed to find a missing piece of my youth. My bike stood in not-so perfect condition with chipped paint, rusty pedals, and a flat tire. I sighed and shut the door to the shed, mentally preparing myself for the walk across town.

The Riverdale Public Library looked as it did four long years ago, and another hundred before that. The walls were chipped, the chairs were squeaky, and the last "Bew New Sellers" bookshelf still had 1984.

Reading was always my escape from reality. Reading and writing, that is. I always focused myself in on the lives of fictional characters whose worries included their engagements, murder mysteries, and haunted towns in no particular order. As I read the words of a mid 18th century woman and her troubles with stones and time, a familiar voice echoed through my thoughts, and disturbed the dancing figures going around in my head.

My gaze lifted from the pages of the book to greet piercing blue eyes and raven black hair. His skin was rough and bruised, but his features were as soft as I remembered them to be. His hat was missing, and his hair stood straight but messy, trying to figure out where it actually belonged on his head. His muscles were briefly outlined on his shirt, and his jacket seemed like he hasn't washed it since senior year.

"Betty?" I heard again, my mind completely focusing in on the present day. His smile widened from ear to ear, and a sheer blanket of tears formed over his eyes before he blinked them away.

"Jughead? Hey!" I retuned his warm smile and stood from my place on the table to greet the second memory. His hug felt foreign but familiar, and a part of me wished I never forgot the feeling.

"What are you doing here? I mean, I heard you were back, but I honestly didn't believe it. How are you? How was college?" Jughead broke the hug faster than I had anticipated but stood close enough for me to still smell the lack of cologne he was wearing for the day.

"Um, yeah, yeah, I'm back. College was good, studied English and journalism, shocker. It's strange to be back but … here I am!" I stopped myself from revealing my true emotions about being back and smiled at the boy who I once knew as my entire world.

"That's great to hear. That doesn't surprise me honestly. You look … different. Mature, I could say. What compelled you to come back?"

"Um, my mom mostly. I was supposed to stay out there but-" I was interrupted by the sound of a ringing cell phone coming from Jughead's direction.

"I'm so sorry, let me just." Jughead held his finger out, signaling to give him a moment as he took the call. He briefly walked away from me to where I wasn't able to hear his conversation … well, most of it.

"I'll be there soon. Make sure Sweetpea is ready." Jughead retuned from his call with a smile. "Sorry, that was Fangs, I gotta go." His eyes seemed sorrowful and … worried? I wasn't able to completely decipher the story behind his crystal blues before he turned to leave, a book in his right hand as he disappeared through the double doors.

I wanted to go in a certain direction when writing this chapter, but then i thought, nah I want to see this happen sooner lol but I promise more content is coming so I really hope you continue to read!

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