He is an outcast. He is different. He has few friends, but pushes them away when he needs them most. His troubled past makes it hard to connect.
Until she comes.
She is quiet. She is kind. She has a secret temper, one that she bottles within herse...
Dear Diary It's moving day. My stuff is all packed. I have the blanket mom made for me, and dad's watch in my pocket. I have all my childish nicknacks, and I'm ready for my new life in Riverdale. I want to leave the rest behind. I need to keep going, and stop letting the past hold me back. That's enough writing for now, I'm trying to not get car sick. Sincerely Lexi
I placed the silky ribbon of my diary in between the pages and quietly shut it. Putting it down next to me, I slouched in my seat, laying my head back and watched the flash of green as our car passed by the pines.
I need this to be a fresh start. I need Riverdale to work out. Aunt Jane said it's a quiet town, and small enough where the three of us will blend in enough where no one from before will find us. No one from back home knew that mom and aunt Jane grew up in Riverdale. Uncle Derek didn't even know until we got into the car today. Which is why I could cut the tension in this vehicle with a knife.
"Here, Lex." My aunt Jane said, turning around in the front passenger seat to hand me a picture book. "Your mom and I didn't ever tell anyone about Riverdale, because our grandmother was considered the town crazy, so we were bullied for a long time. We both decided that it was best that Riverdale stayed in our past." She told me, shooting my uncle a look. "But now, it's ok to come back. Our grandmother passed a long time ago, and you know grandma and grandpa live in Florida."
"It's better now?" I asked her, not liking the sound of this little town anymore.
"I'm sure, and you know how to stand up for yourself anyway." She looked at me, and I knew what she meant, but I'm glad she didn't say it out loud. "Look through that, not all of Riverdale is bad."
I sighed and opened up the picture book, and the first one was two little girls, a blonde and a brunette. Jane and Mom. They were sitting in a booth, milkshakes in front of them, grinning like fools. They had to be around five years old, at the most. I smiled. I flipped the page, and the next picture looked to be at the same place, but mom and Jane were about eleven and my grandparents were in the picture.
"That was taken at a diner called Pop's, they have the best milkshakes. Your mom always got the mint chocolate chip." She smiled softly and shook her head. "You should go when we get there and unpack. You'll like the setting."
She turned back around and gazed out her window, my uncle reached over and grabbed her hand, sensing her heart aching for her fraternal twin.
I pressed my lips together and cleared my throat to hold back a sob. I looked back down at the picture book and continued to flip through, as we made our way to our new start. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Lexi, hon, wake up." I heard my uncle Derek say, and I peeled my eyes open. "We're home."
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"This is cute." I said looking at the porch.
"Yeah, it's grandma and grandpa's summer home, but given the circumstances, it is now ours." Aunt Jane said.
I took my suit cases, and men started unloading boxes from the moving truck. I went into the house and walked up the stairs, I peaked into one room and saw that it was the master. Then I went to the bigger room out of the last two. I set down my suit cases and looked around. There was a queen sized bed, that made me smile, and a desk. There was a bureau and that's it. It needed work but it was good for now.
I started to pull my cloths out of the suit cases, separating them and putting them in the drawers of the bureau, and hanging what needed to be hung.
"Knock-knock." Derek walked into my room, caring 3 large boxes. "I got all your junk."
I laughed, and he put them down at the end of my bed.
"I'll put some shelves up for you tomorrow, and we can get more furniture in here, so you have more surface area to put your things. You and your aunt can go shopping soon so you can personalize everything." He told me and I smiled.
"Thanks uncle Derek." He hugged me and rubbed my back.
"You'll be ok here, we will make sure of it." I nodded, and gave him a small smile.
"I hope so. I'm gonna shower, and then go to that diner." I told him, grabbing my toiletries and heading to the hall bathroom. I quickly showered, got out and went back to the room wrapped in my towel. I got dressed, black jeans and an oversized gray sweater. I pulled socks on, then slipped into my black vans. I grabbed my crossover, and threw my diary in it along with my phone. Putting my wet hair in a quick messy bun, I made my way down the stairs.
"You going to Pop's?" My aunt asked from the kitchen.
"Yeah, how do I get there?"
"Take a right at our driveway, all the way down, left, follow that down and Pop's will be on the corner!"
"Thanks aunt Jane."
"Be home by ten. Love you and be safe!"
"Love you too, and I will." And with that I was out the door. I walked down our long walk way, and went right onto the side walk. I followed my aunts directions, and soon enough, there it was. The small building had neon lights, a big sign saying Pop's. That was definitely it.
I walk in, and was surprised by the classic diner. I felt like I just walked into a 1950s diner. It was amazing. It was quiet too. I walked up to the counter, and the large man greeted me with a smile.
"What can I do for you?"
"Can I get a mint chocolate chip milkshake?" I asked and he nodded.
"Sure thing." He looked at me thoughtfully. "You wouldn't happen to be little Jessica Montgomery's little girl would you?"
"Yes...I am. How did you know?" I asked, startled.
"You look just like her." He smiled, shaking his head in what looked like disbelief. "I'll make your shake, take a seat where ever you'd like."
"Thank you." I made my way to a booth closer to the back, and slid towards the window. I pulled my diary out of my cross over, and flipped to a clean page. I wrote about my room, and unpacking, and the amazing diner that was Pop's. I briefly heard the door open, but I ignored it, letting my pen glide across the page in smooth cursive.
"This is our booth." A deep voice said, and I quickly looked up. A raven haired boy my age looked at me with his olive eyes. His skin was pale, but his full lips were pink. He was wearing all black, apart from the dark gray beanie, that was almost crown like, on top of his head. Next to him was a blonde girl, who was extremely pretty, her bright blue eyes staring at the boy next to her. She was the complete opposite of him, wearing pink with blue jeans and flip flops, with light pink lip stick.
