Thunderstorm - ENGLISH VERSION || Riverdale Fanfiction

Chapter 1

A LITTLE BIG DISCLAIMER:
English is not my primary language, but I tried my best. I encourage everyone who notices mistakes to let me know (kindly please) and I'll happily correct them.

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My closed fist blocked in the middle of the air.

What did I have in mind?

I could do it alone, thinking about it. Right, I was alone and I could do it. Alone.

That lack of a safe place made me instinctively knock the fingers against the light wood of the door.

I straighten up and printed a fake smile on my face, knowing they wouldn't notice it. Or at least I hoped it. Nobody in the world knew me better than the two of them.

Another gigantic lie to myself. There was someone else, but it was better to keep him closed in the drawer of my teenage years.

The door swung open, revealing a knew well figure. Her arms wrapped around me before I had time to say a single word.

At the moment I was stuck. Nobody hugged me for a long time, just nods from the staff and handshakes with my... let's call them colleagues.

The heat from that hold made me melt like an ice cream in the sun. I hugged the girl in turn, basking in the feeling of familiarity.

When I finally pulled back, the young woman had tears in her eyes. Sweet eyes, comprehensive and full of joy for my return.

I didn't deserve that, but for the moment I chose to ignore my guilt.

"Happy to see you again B."

She no longer kept her blond hair in a ponytail, but loose and wavy, and had given up the pink cardigans; yet in the light flowered dress and natural makeup, I still recognized my best friend.

"I'm happy too, V."

The nickname warmed my heart.

"Sorry... I'm late"

We both knew that in this sentence there were numerous hidden meanings.

"You're here now, this is the important thing.

Come in, you certainly do not want to stay there all evening! "

I crossed the threshold and I was pleasantly surprised. Ignoring the people who were talking loudly to each other, Betty and Jughead's house had a relaxing atmosphere, that meeting-place for artists, with a slight but perceptible vintage touch.

Posters of old black-and-white films covered the walls of the corridor, the living room had an entire wall with build in bookshelfs and a typewriter on it.
It was the sight, however, that took my breath away. The French windows directly overlooked a wooden porch from which you could admire the river, the profiles of the mountains and the swaying of the trees in the breeze that had been raised.
A true masterpiece.

"Wow B, I have to start working for the police if it leads to a house with such a view."

She giggled, attaching my anthracite coat to the coat hanger.

"They do not pay so well. All thanks to Juggy and the advance on the new book. "

Obviously I had kept updated on the lives of my former companions of misadventures, looking for an escape, at least mental, from mine.

Betty had been hired as a detective for the Greendale police, becoming immediately recognized for her talent and dedication, and was now head of a team investigating unsolved city murders. Not even three years since the beginning of his career and she had already filed dozens of cases.