The next morning, I awoke with an agenda. I would see what I could scramble up for breakfast in this town, then spend my day searching for information about my brother and father, to see if they were even still in Riverdale.

I changed into a pair of dark ripped jeans and a purple T-shirt that matched the dyed streaks in my hair. I brushed my hair out; yesterday I had in a messy bun under my hoodie for the majority of the bus trip, causing many knots that took ages to brush out. I decided to leave my hair out for today, forgoing my usual braid.

Stepping out of the room, I locked it behind my, already carrying my bag, not wanting to go back into that room if I could help it. I walked up to the front bar where I had asked about a room earlier that morning. I wasn't too much surprised to see Ryder working behind the bar; if his uncle owned the place, Ryder probably worked for him.

"Hey there stranger," I greeted him as I leant over the bar. He turned and smiled.

"How'd you sleep in that hell-hole my uncle rents out?"

"Surprisingly well," I commented thinking back to last night. "I guess it was my long bus trip yesterday."

"Oh, where did you come here from?" Ryder questioned, leaning against the bar, across from me.

"Toledo." I answered simply. I didn't really want to get into my past, it was in the past after all. I think he took the hint and didn't ask any more about it.

"What do you guys offer for breakfast?" I questioned after my stomach reminded me I haven't eaten since yesterday morning.

"Well nothing here, but Pop's has the best pancakes around."

"Oh, yes, I remember Pop's," I mumbled.

"Great! Well, do you want to head over there now with me? I was just about to clock off in a minute," he asked.

"Sure."

A while later I was laughing a joke Ryder had told me as the bell tingled as we walked through the door of Pop's Chock-lit Shoppe.

"I just have to go to the bathroom," I told him, leaving my bag with him at a booth in the back. I stepped out of the bathroom stall, and when I tried to wash my hands the water wouldn't come out of the tap.

"You have to twist it the other way," a sweet looking girl washing her hands wearing a pink sweater with a crisp white collar and a short blond ponytail around my age told me. "That sinks kind of broken; I've been trying to get Pop Tate to fix it for ages."

"Thank you," I replied, after trying her suggestion and the water came out of the tap.

"I'm Betty Cooper, by the way," the girl introduced herself, extending her hand.

"And I'm Jb," we both laughed as the shook each other's wet hand. "Wait, Betty Cooper… Aren't you going to give me my tour of Riverdale High next week?"

"That would be me, I do the majority of the tours," Betty smiled at me. I liked her already; she was kind. "Hey, let me give you my number, so you can text if you have any questions about Riverdale until school starts again."

"Yeah, that would be great, thank you." I was touched at how thoughtful she the stranger was to me.

"No problem. I just have to grab my phone from my bag," Betty explained, drying her hands. "Want to come with me? I'm just having breakfast with a few of my friends."

"Yeah, sure."

Betty led the way out the bathroom and around the corner, in the opposite direction of where Ryder was sitting with my bag.

"One sec, Betty. Let me go get my phone from over there, I'll meet you at your booth."

"Ok." She replied.

I hurried over to Ryder. I quickly explained to him what I was doing while I unzipped the front pocket of my bag to grab my phone. As I was walking the length of the diner to where Betty was sitting with her friends, I unlocked my phone and opened my contacts app.

"… So I'm going to give her my number." I heard Betty explaining to her friends. "Oh, here she is now. Jb, these are my friends, Veronica and Archie." She gestured across the table to a raven-haired girl and a red head boy, would I remember slightly from my childhood, but before I could think on that too much, Betty motioned to the guy sitting beside her. "And this is my boyfriend, Jughead."

Jughead looked up from the pancakes he was eating -he always loved his food- to greet me, not that he expected me though. Just like I wasn't expecting him either. Our gaze collided, and I instantly knew who it was, beside the fact that Betty had literary just said his name -like seriously how many Jugheads could there be?- by the crown beanie hat thingy he always wore.

"Guys, this is Jb." Betty introduced me to her friends.

Jughead suddenly stood up and jumped over the empty booth behind him to get around to get around to me since Betty was in his way to get out the normal way. He swept me in a big bear hug that I remembered so fondly from when we were younger.

"Oh, Juggie!" I mumbled into his shoulder. "I've missed you. There is so much I have to tell you."

"Wait I'm confused," Veronica was the first to state. The others at the table nodded, obviously in the same mind set.

"You two know each other?" Betty said, sounding a little jealous. "Juggie?"

I knew then that Betty much be pretty special to Jughead if he allowed her to call him by that nickname. Jughead pulled out of our embrace smiling at me.

"You can say that," he told Betty. He turned to his friends, slinging his arm over my shoulder. "Guys, this is my sister, Jellybean Jones."