Invisible ♤ Jughead

Chapter Four: Secrets Unleashed & Tears.

"Maybe they'll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years... wonder who the hell we were." - Jughead Jones  ♤

They pull up into a driveway of a average two story home that looked like it had a attic room, it looked very cosy and just homey. Like Ana said, it was a very long ride, and indeed it was very far away from Riverdale - the ride was almost 2 hours, yet, Jughead kept his arms tightly around her waist. 

Ana's motorcycle came to a halt, they both hopped off in silence. Jughead slipped off the helmet and handed it to her, "Where are we?" He asked scanning the faded blue house before him. 

Anastasia remained silent and walked up to the door with the helmet swinging in her hand, she pressed the doorbell. A chiming tune echoed throughout the house, "You'll find out." She whispered as they waited for the door to open to unleash the secrets.

A few seconds later, the door whipped open to reveal a man. The man had rich dark skin, possibly in his late thirties - early forties, he was tall and broad shouldered, a huge grin was framed on his face showing his pearly white teeth, "Ana...?" He said in his deep voice.

Ana shrugged, tears glistening in her eyes, "Hey, Dad..." She smiled softly as he brought her in to a tight embrace, his long arms wrapping around her torso and lifting her up as if she weighed as light as a feather. 

Her father closed his eyes and buried his face into her shoulder, "I'm so glad you're back, what changed your mind?" He said putting her down and finally getting a better look of her, it had been five years since he had last seen her, and now she was all grown up...everything happened five years ago.

Her smile was real now, no longer fake, "Urm, Dad, this is Jughead my...." she introduced Jughead by pulling him by his arm to stand beside her, she could't think what to refer him as...a friend, an acquaintance? Ana just wanted to avoid that question.

Jughead offered her father his hand to shake, "-Friend, I am Anastasia's friend, Sir." He said confidently, nodding and smiling.

Her father raised his eyebrow and took Jughead's hand into his own, "I'm William Lockwood, Ana's father. So, what are your intentions with my daughter?" He asked seriously, there was a hint of humour in his tone.

Ana's eyes grew wide, "Dad, you can't - It's not like that!" She yelped, slapping her father lightly on her arm. She turned to Jughead and mouthed 'Sorry' to him and shaking her head.

Jughead couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Urm, Sir, It's really not like that...we are just friends." He bit his lip trying to hold back another laugh.

William licked his lips and gave Jughead a once over, "Come in, we are just getting ready for dinner." He walked inside the house, Ana and Jughead followed behind.

Ana's childhood home was very...colourful. Calming but, vibrant - there was a variety of blues, greens and yellows on the wall, everywhere you looked there was a new shade of green. As they entered the living room, hundreds of photos covered the walls - family photos, school pictures, holidays...but, none had Ana in them - there was this boy who looked around their age with almost the same features as Ana but more masculine; they must be recent pictures if Ana wasn't in them. 

William had gone into the kitchen. Ana slumped down in to the plush navy blue sofa, "If you're wondering, I haven't been back here in almost five years but that is a story for later." Her eyes looked sorrowful yet, she was able to show a small smile.

Jughead nodded and continued to analyse the photos that covered every inch of the walls. He saw that boy again and grazed his finger over the glass, "Who is he?" he said pointing at him.