I wake up at Jughead's trailer, after the storm last night, it was raining too hard to travel so I stayed at Jug's. He's still asleep, so I get up and root through the fridge, I find bacon, eggs, bread, potatoes, sausages and oil. Perfect for a fry up. And us British know how to cook the perfect fry up.
I heat the oil and start cooking, casually singing Olivia Newton-John under my breath. The final sizzle ends and I pile the plates with food. I pour two glasses of coffee and orange juice and walk into his bedroom, he's finally awake.
"Hello Sleepy Head!" I say placing the tray down and resting on the bed.
"Woah, baby did you make all this?" he says, kissing me on the cheek. I nod.
"You made my favourite! Fried potatoes!" he squeals like a kid in a sweet shop.
*Time skip*
I'm standing outside of Southside High and a sickly sweet smell wafts through the air. Jingle-jangle.
The smell is so overpowering, I crouch, gasping for normal air that isn't ridden with this... demon.
Where is it coming from? I turn the corner and gasp as a cold hand grabs my shoulder. I turn. It's FP, Jug's dad.
"Don't follow the smell Dylan. Two Ghoulies back there. Jug has told me a lot about you, how you helped him, when I was in jail, thank you. "
"It's nothing really." I say, still gasping.
"You're addicted aren't you? To J-J? "
"Is it that obvious? " I say suddenly self-conscious.
"Yeah. The way you gasp, the burning desire to follow the smell. How many times have you been to Rehab?"
"Only once, but I'm never going back there. "
He nods. "Well good night Dylan, oh take this, it helps with the craving," he places a packet of tablets in my hand and winks.
"You and I aren't really that different Hart. Tell your mom I said hi." And with that, he walked away.
I nod and walk back home. I need a LONG night's sleep after that crap.
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Trial - RIVERDALE
FanfictionJughead is just a lone wolf. With Riverdale at it's lowest, a new girl, a new hope, arrives in Riverdale. Her name is Dylan Hart. But she, like everyone else, has demons in her past. In the form of Jingle Jangle, champagne and Archie Andrews.
