𝐀 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 || 𝐁𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

one (rewritten)

NEW RULES: Hi! I know it's been a long time, but I decided to rewrite this story. The first reason being that I really don't like my old writing style, the second reason (the more important one) I decided that I wanna make this a kind of interactive story, a game if you want. In every chapter there will be some movie/ tv show/ book/ song references hidden. I will tell you at the beginning of every chapter how many there are and it is up to you to find them all and tell me where they're from. Bonus points if you know who said it. Let me know what you think of this format in the comments. Okay let's go!

number of references hidden in this chapter: going easy on you, there are only 3 references in this chapter. Can you find them?

IMPORTANT: I originally wrote this story with absolutely no knowledge about the British education system or geography, etc. Basically, I had no knowledge about Britain at all. And as I am now rewriting this, 5 years later, with the goal of it being a fun and entertaining story/ game, I cannot be bothered to do all the research now. I am aware that a lot of things probably don't add up, don't make sense or are completely incorrect. I do apologize for this. If you are from Britain or generally have good knowledge about Britain, I encourage you to please correct me on my mistakes. Thank you for understanding <3

Here I am, standing in front of my window admiring the whole of London, watching the Big Ben's clock turning and couples sharing their first kiss on the London Eye. I feel very lucky to be able to live in the middle of London, to witness all these moments, but sometimes they can be really depressing. I never had a first kiss like that. I always dreamt of it, but I've missed that chance because instead of having one of those romantic first kisses they always have in movies and books, I had my first kiss in the janitor's closet, pushed up against a wall. How that came to be you wonder? Well, I always had a crush on my redheaded childhood best friend, Archie Andrews. We grew up living next door to each other and always got along very well. We never fought, not even over the stupid tantrums we both had when we were young. We always found a way to compromise and both get what we want. Which is why I was fully convinced that being in a relationship with him would be the best thing that could ever happen to me. To me it was no question that because we were so incredibly compatible we would get married eventually and live happily ever after. But then high school came around, and boy, could I be more wrong? It is not the best thing that ever happened to me. We are not compatible. And frankly, I don't think we will ever get married. At least I'm not sure I want to anymore. In sophomore year I accidentally confessed my feelings for him, being the insecure little girl that I was back then, I was one hundred percent sure that he was going to reject me, but again, I was wrong.

He actually reciprocated my feelings and asked me to be his girlfriend. I would be lying if I said I wasn't the luckiest girl in the universe. Well, at least I thought I was. In the beginning it was all hearts and flowers; he took me out on dates, bought me gifts and we were basically inseparable. But then, after having spent an amazing summer together, we were forced to face the obstacle that would soon change the whole dynamic of our relationship: Junior year. Thanks to his best friend Reggie Mantle Archie joined the Bulldogs -the school's football team- and it changed him forever. All of a sudden I found myself forced into cheerleading because apparently it isn't "cool" if a Bulldog isn't dating a cheerleader. I never really cared much for cheerleading, but I did care for him, which is why I just went with it. In a relationship one has to make sacrifices is how I justified it because, having grown up with Jane Austen novels, it went pretty much against every single thing that I believe in. However I was convinced that once I made that sacrifice our relationship would just go back to the way it was. But once again, I was wrong. Outside of school we barely ever saw each other. Whenever I asked him if he wanted to meet up or go out on a date he rejected me, using football practice as an excuse. The only time he actually ever cared about me and asked me to meet up was when it was for his pleasure. By that I mean sex. Nonetheless I never had and still don't have the courage to break up with him, because even though he might have changed, he is still my best friend. He showed me what love is and back then we actually had something really beautiful.

Back in the present, I eventually get torn out of my thoughts by my phone ringing. And as the saying "speaking of the devil" goes, it was of course Archie calling me.

I pick up the phone, "Hey Arch, what's up?"

There is a quick silence before he answers, "Uh nothing, I actually just wanted to know if you'd like to come over, you know since it's your last day here?"

I sigh and take a brief moment to think it through. Going to Archie's would probably mean making out and having sex and I do not want that a the moment. But he is right, it is my last day. Tomorrow morning I will be leaving for Riverdale, a small town on the east coast of the United States, as I decided to work there as an au-pair for the next year. So I should probably go, even if it is just to say goodbye. And who knows, maybe he'll even come around this time.

"Yeah sure, why not", I answer, before hanging up and questioning whether I made the right decision. I take my phone and keys and walk down the stairs, letting out a deep sigh I didn't know I was holding in. Knowing that my mother will be there, I walk into the living room.

"Hey mom, I'm going over to Archie's", I tell her, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, waiting for a response.
She turns around, so that she is now facing me, "Sure, see you later Sweetie!"

Standing in front of the house, I take one last deep breath before knocking on his front door, waiting for him to open it.
After about thirty seconds it opens and I just stand there, looking into the redhead's brown eyes, seeing only lust and not a single bit of love. I sigh, blink once and decide to step in nonetheless. It's just to say goodbye, I remind myself.

But as soon as I do that, he immediately grabs my face, pulls my head towards his, causing our lips to meet. We continues to make out for a few seconds, before I hesitantly pull away, wiping my lips with the back of my hand .

"Arch can we please not? I'm really not in the mood", I bite my lower lip.

He shakes his head and glares at me, "Well, why did you even come over then?", he asks with a slightly mad tone, gritting his teeth.
This kind of Archie scares me, it always did. He can be really sweet and loving, but a soon as he doesn't get what he wants, he gets really mad really fast and if he talks to you with that voice it most of the time ends in a fight. I clench my fist and dig my nails into my palms, causing crescent scars to form on them. I get flashbacks of the last time we were in this situation and how he sexually abused me afterwards. I don't respond and just stare at him, trying to hold back my tears.

"What? Too scared to actually talk to me?", he asks sternly. That's it, my tears start leaving my already watery eyes and run down my cheeks. Shaking my head, I sigh deeply, trying to make myself calm down again, but it doesn't work and all the trust and anger starts to surface.

"Can you shut the fuck up for one second? I came here to actually spend my last day in this city with my boyfriend, but you're obviously too busy thinking about sex, like you always are ever since you joined that stupid football team. For the last year and a half you have been treating me like shit. And I'm still here, that's how much control you have over me. I thought that maybe for once you'd come to your senses, but clearly I was wrong. You put me in a position where I have to defend you, again. Where I have to bend my morals, again. Where I have to go against every single thing that I believe in, again."

I wipe my tears away furiously and go out the door, shutting it behind me, leaving the redhead I used to call my best friend standing all alone in the middle of the hallway. I didn't even get to say goodbye I think for a very brief moment, but then I shut it out. It's his fault.