My brother's best friend

Greendale

Jughead and I was on the way to Greendale the next day, we had skipped school. Greendale was only 40 minutes away and the morgue was crazy expensive to get into. I brought my money I had saved from my internship all summer. I had $645 dollars in cash. It was a lot. Jughead brought money of his own just in case. He had $132 in cash. We took his pickup truck since his motorcycle would be to tricky for us. 

"Omg! You have a Carrie Underwood CD?!" I laughed. He scoffed and grabbed it out of my hand. He threw it in the back of the truck and continued driving. He held my hand while the other hand was on the wheel. 

"So Betts, when we get to the morgue and examine the body, are we gonna take notes or what?" He asked. 

"Yes! I brought a camera and a notebook. I think if we start a murder board also, we can keep track of everything easier!"

"You're really cute. I don't think there has been anything more romantic than this." He laughed. I kissed his cheek and rest my head on his shoulder. Once we arrived, I felt a chill in my spine. Jughead not once let go of my hand. We had to pay $430 in all. We had to pay for it to stay a secret that we were here. We went into the room and there she was. Her fiery red hair lost its color and she looked like sleeping beauty. 

"You may take photos if you'd like. The murderer tried to make it look like suicide, but failed miserably. We found loads of DNA. What we know is that the killer is a male and was wearing a green shirt or something. There were some signs of struggle. This is what it looks like. Someone broke a window in the living room Cheryl must have not heard. The killer went upstairs and shoved rat poison down her throat. They then took her earbuds and tried to choke her to death. They threw her to the window and cracked her skull. We can tell she tried to fight back. The killer then pinned her to the bed and took a broken vase. The plunged the broken vase into her heart at least 4 times. They left with not 1 trace." The doctor explained. 

Jughead let go of my hand and grabbed the camera. He started taking photos of things on her body that stood out. I took notes of what I knew. When we left we sat in the truck and talked. 

"This is going to be hard. Not only was Cheryl the mean girl, but she had many enemies. But then it could've been her friend. Why does this case mean so much to you anyway?" He asked me. 

"Because Juggie, if it wasn't for Cheryl...you would've never comforted me, we would've never kissed that night. Cheryl kind of brought us together." I smiled. It was a bad time, but it was necessary. For I was sure, Jughead and I wouldn't have a true smile for months. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. We kissed for about 2 minutes. 

"What was that for, Betts?" 

"I don't know how much time we have left. We're never guaranteed a tomorrow. Our relationship is also a huge secret. I don't want to die with any regrets." 

"What's your point?" 

"Next summer, I want to run away for a summer. I want you to come with me. We can go to England and drink its best tea's or Paris and eat its best breads. Then we can take lots of photos-" 

"Betts! I would love to go! It's just...where would we get the money?" 

"I can work, a lot! Let's do it!" I exclaimed. 

"Whatever you want." He smiled. We kissed again and for the rest of the car ride, we talked and laughed.