𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖

14

Everybody Arabella spoke to about the Twilight Drive-In closing said that it was good for Riverdale.

The young Queen highly disagreed with all of those people. She remembered when the R-4 crew would sneak into the screening room whenever the drive-in was closed.

But the person that was the most upset was Jughead. Juggie Jones spent most of his time there and he actually was the only one out of the four of us to end up working there.

Not anymore, now that it was going to be demolished.

"The drive-in closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale," the black-haired boy said grumpily to his friends, whom were all crammed into a booth at Pop's.

Literally, Betty, Ronnie and Kevin sat on one side while Jug, Ara, and Eric sat on the other. The crown-ed boy was not only upset about the fact that the Twilight was closing, but he was also upset because he had to sit next to the most annoyingly cute couple in Riverdale.

Arabella was nearly on Eric's lap; that's how close their bodies were right now.

"I agree with Juggie," Ara said quickly before looking at Veronica, who eyes were going to pop out of their sockets from the amount of times she was rolling them.

"Look," the young Queen tried to explain, "it should be really important to us, okay? I mean, that's where Betty and I made the Best Friend Pact."

Betty nodded, looking at her friend with a smile before she reached her hand out for the two to do their little handshake that they had since they were kids.

"That's a mighty shake right there," Eric chuckled, and Arabella kissed him on the cheek.

"You two are Romeo and Juliet gross," Veronica said with disgust, "like seriously, the balcony scene is not far in your future."

Arabella playfully death stared her raven-haired friend before saying, "yeah, but we didn't die the day after we met. I'd say we're more like Troy and Gabriella. Minus all the constant breaking up and singing."

"You're the music in me," Eric said, smiling down at Ara.

"You are literally a Ken doll," Betty said, also with slight disgust prominent in her voice.

"Whoa, someone call the press!" Kevin whispered at something behind the couple and Juggie.

Everyone, but Jughead, turned to see what he was looking at and standing at the entrance, was Archie, his father, and Miss Grundy.

"Ha! He definitely didn't get over her!" Arabella laughed before she quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Surprisingly, Archie's eyes didn't wander towards his friends. He just sat down at a booth across the diner with his group.

"I'll be right back," Betty said, getting up from the booth.

Jug quickly looked at the blonde girl and tried to stop her but she ignored him.

"Wait, what am I missing?" Arabella whispered to Juggie.

"She knows," he said with annoyance, not really wanting to put in the effort to go after her.

"What's happening?" Veronica asked, trying to include herself into the conversation, but the best friends tried their best to not tell her.

It wasn't until Veronica saw both Betty and Archie walk outside that she interrogated the friends some more. "What's happening out there? Is it about me?" She asked.

"I'd let it go," Jug said carelessly at this point.

"Yes, but you're you, and I'm me. You do you, I'll be back," Veronica said bluntly, getting up to go speak to her friends outside.

Jug quickly moved to the other side when he saw the opportunity to. "Being next to you two is suffocating," he explained after Arabella made an annoyed face.

"So, about the Twilight," the young Queen continued, "are you going to protest or anything?"

Jug looked at the girl, trying to hide his enthusiasm about answering her question (which he did very well).

"Of course I'm going to protest, Ara," he said with annoyance, "but, if it does close, we're going to be having a last-screening."

This caught Arabella's attention, "as someone who is a movie fanatic, I suggest a Bollywood mov-"

"No," Juggie said bluntly and Arabella pouted.

"Fine," she said, "then I suggest, at least, Breakfast at Tiffany's or Harry Potter."

Jug looked at her from his twiddling thumbs, "seriously? That's what you range from?"

"Yes," Arabella smiled proudly.

•••

The next day was one that Eric and Arabella tried to spend together. Everyone was busy with their own thing, so the two finally wanted to be alone together after school.

Too bad Eric had football practice that he needed to attend to, so they wouldn't be together until after he finished.

Arabella went straight home after classes to see her black pug, Sirius, waiting for her at her front door.

Knowing exactly that the small dog wanted to be taken on a walk, the young Queen dropped her backpack in the house, picked up the leash, and left her house.

The large neighborhood was quiet because of how spaced apart the homes were. And though the Blossom's house was about a mile from her's, Arabella still felt a sick feeling when looking at the road that the house was on.

The young Queen decided to walk the opposite way, towards Pop's. It was the best way to go.

With her wallet secretly tucked into her pocket, the girl strolled down the empty road until she made it into town.

The empty town that barely anybody was nowadays. She tried her best to not really pay attention to the cars that were miles behind each other when they would pass on the road because those cars usually are the creepy ones.

One of her sanctuaric places was the comic shop. Nerdy, yet satisfying. Arabella always loved the idea of ficitonal worlds and superpowers. I mean, who wouldn't want superpowers. But that world wasn't real, not matter how much she wanted it.

This wasn't the kind of world that you could blink and all the destruction would be gone.

This wasn't the kind of world where you're parents completely got you off the hook for making a mistake.

You have to get your hands dirty to actually get somewhere.

You had to deal with the destruction after it happens.

Arabella had to watch her father get brutally murdered in front of her eyes by an unruly person who was envious of him.

The person took the knife and inserted it into her father's abdomain more than the normal person could count.

But she counted them all; exactly five times her father was stabbed. And as a four year old girl, it was horrific to see.

I mean, if you saw that, wouldn't you go a little crazy?