*Jughead*
Like the Red Death showing up in an Edgar Allan Poe story, the Black Hood had come to Riverdale. With that grimmest of reapers looming over us, how did we cope?
In the case of Archie and Veronica, it was through carnal defiance. With every kiss and embrace, they seemed to be saying: "You have no power over me, Death."
In fact, "Varchie" became the opposite of death. In Archie's bedroom...In his garage...Even in the Pembrooke. After all, if our young lovers dared to defy the Black Hood, why not risk Hiram Lodge's wrath as well?
That night, I realized it was like we'd been playing a game of Snakes and Ladders.
Me, Betty, Archie, Veronica. And in one fell swoop, we all slid off the board and into free fall and not just us, other people. Maybe innocent, maybe not, had been dragged into our game, as old wounds reopened.
And as feelings that had long been buried shook loose. And a boy looked out his window at the girl next door as if for the very first time.
YOU ARE READING
Jughead's Novel
Mystery / ThrillerEvery thing Jughead wrote in his novel on the show :) I do not own any of the characters of the show 'Riverdale'
