𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄, riverdale [1]

NINETEEN | Dumb Traditions

"I made you waffles," Amara said as Mariah walked into the kitchen. The blonde girl was unable to hide her shock. "You made me breakfast? Why, what's going on?" Mariah questioned with narrowed eyes. "Nothing is going on, I just accidentally made a few extra waffles when I was making them for myself. Bon appétit," her mother replied.

"Wow mom, just wow," Mariah muttered. "At least now you don't have to worry about making yourself breakfast today," Amara said with an innocent smile. Mariah sat down in a stool at the kitchen's island. Her mom passed her a plate of waffles and maple syrup. Mariah scrunched up her nose at the syrup. "You bought Blossom syrup?" The blonde asked.

"Their maple syrup is pretty good. It's also the only one I could find in the store," her mother admitted. "I thought you hated their syrup," Mariah said. "No, I don't like the fact that the Blossoms got rich off of something so stupid instead of actually working for their money," Amara replied.

"Whatever you say," Mariah mumbled. The two ate their breakfast in silence, which wasn't unusual for the duo. When Mariah was finished, she grabbed her things and trudged toward the door. "I'm off to prison," she said, in reference to school. "Have fun," Amara called as Mariah closed the door, locking it behind her.

She took heavy steps toward her car and entered the vehicle. After placing the key into the ignition, she pulled out of her driveway and drove to school. When she got there, she went through her usual school routine. This consisted of, going to her locker, then finding Cheryl because the redhead always had some sort of news to spill and Mariah was unfortunately the one who had to hear it.

As she got to her locker, Cheryl was already there. She was leaned against the locker next to Mariah's. A smile was on her face and she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What do you want?" Mariah groaned. "That's no way to talk to your best friend," Cheryl said, the smile never leaving her face. Mariah narrowed her eyes at the girl as she opened her locker. "The annual Blossom tree-tapping ceremony is this week and you're going to be there," Cheryl announced.

"Pass," Mariah deadpanned. "But you have to be there. You haven't been to one in years," Cheryl protested. "If the annual tree-tapping ceremony is this week that means it's maple syrup season. Which also means that the vultures are in town and I'd rather not have to deal with the Blossom board of trustees," Mariah replied.

"Please Mariah. Don't leave me alone with those people. Pretty please with a Cheryl on top," Cheryl pleaded. Mariah snorted and looked into her locker, pulling out her biology binder.

"What's in it for me?" She questioned, glancing at the redhead. "You get to help out your very best friend in the whole wide world," Cheryl answered with a wide smile. Mariah gave her an unimpressed look. "You're supposed to want to do this, you're my friend," Cheryl complained. "Don't go pulling that card on me Cheryl. There have been times when I asked you to do something for me and you refused," Mariah said, closing her locker.

"Be a better friend than me," Cheryl said. She looked at Mariah with puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip jutted out. "That look doesn't work on me," Mariah dismissed as she began walking away. "If you do this for me, I'll do whatever you want. Whenever you want me to do it. Please Mari. Please please please," Cheryl said.

The blonde sighed and Cheryl smiled, knowing that she was victorious. "Fine," Mariah muttered. "Yay, you're the best," Cheryl said, kissing Mariah's cheek and merrily heading down the hallway.

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Mariah sat in English class. She was beyond bored. They had an assignment to write a poem and poetry was not Mariah's strong suit. She sat next to Jughead, who was eating chips. Ethel was reading her poem, which was very sad.