6:12 am
Betty had gone home and fell back asleep. It wasn't a peaceful slumber, but it was slumber none the less. Betty was grateful that she didn't die during the night, but she knew her death was coming.
She had gotten a new Last Friend message. It was from a boy named Jughead Jones. His profile picture was him, trying to look like an intellectual while wearing a crown beanie. The picture made her smile. She opens his DM.
Jughead: Hey Betty. My name is Jughead, and, like you, I'm a decker. I saw your profile, and I thought you looked interesting.
Betty: Hey Jughead. I'm glad you decided to reach out. I assume you live in Riverdale.
Jughead: That's true. Wanna meet up in real life? I'm at Sunny Side Trailer Park currently, but I'm dying to get out of the trailer. I'm now realizing that dying was probably the wrong word to use, but I'm way too lazy to fix it. Where do you wanna meet up?
Betty: Won't lie, I didn't think about how you used the word dying until you brought it up. Maybe you and I can go grab some breakfast, and meet up like that. Wanna grab some Pops?
Jughead: I had Pops last night, so I'm not crazy about having it again. But grabbing breakfast does sound like a good plan. How about the IHOP near Riverdale High? It's really good, and it's in a safe spot in town.
Betty: Sounds good. How about we meet at 6:40? I think the IHOP is open 24/7.
Jughead: It is. Sounds like a good plan :).
Betty lays her phone onto the bed, and she stands up. She gets changed into a pink sweater, high-waisted jeans, and light brown boots that stopped at her ankles. Her parents would be waking up soon, so Betty wanted to leave soon.
She put her hair into a ponytail, and she grabbed her purse. She walks out of the house, and she opts to take her car this time. There would be more cars on the road at this hour, so she wanted to obliterate her chances of getting hit by a car.
She pulls out of her driveway and drives in the direction of the IHOP. Some song from that weeks top forty was playing, but Betty didn't pay attention to the song. Betty's headlights were shining on the road, and there were puddles everywhere on the road.
Betty parks in the parking lot, and she climbs out of the car. She stood outside of the restaurant, waiting for Jughead to arrive. She still had almost five minutes before he was set to arrive, so she just scrolls through Instagram. She was looking under the tag deckers. It was full of people living their last day to the best of their ability. There was one guy who spent his final day finding a new home for his golden retriever, Rufus. Betty hops that dog found a good home.
Eventually, a motorcycle parked in front of her. Jughead hopped off of it. "Betty?" Jughead asks.
"Hey Jughead," Betty says. She didn't know if they should share a hug or something like that, so they just stood there for a moment. "So you drive a motorcycle. That seems like a dangerous way to get around on your final day."
"Well, I'm slate for death anyway," Jughead says. "Might as well get still get around on my favorite mode of transportation. Maybe I can take you on a ride before your clock ends."
"No way," Betty says. "I'm trying to die peacefully, and there are so many ways I can avoid that on that death machine."
"Fine," Jughead says. "Wanna go inside?"
"Sure," Betty says. They then enter the restaurant.
Veronica Lodge nor Toni Topaz got the call from death cast today because neither of them was going to die. They were sitting on Toni's bed, in the middle of a Gray's Anatomy binge watch. "Something was up with Betty," Toni says.
"Yeah," Veronica says. "She doesn't usually just show up at a house in the middle of midnight."
"And she just randomly handed over five hundred dollars without an explanation," Toni says. "She never does that."
"You're right, something is up," Toni says. They sat there and thought for a few moments. Toni had an epitome. She had been thinking about it for the past six hours, and she thought of it. "Oh my gosh. Betty is a decker."