warning: when you will encounter 5 dots instead of three, the scene will become a bit harsh, so if you want you can skip it. The story will still be clear to everyone.
I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock on my cell phone.
I stretched out under the covers and sat down, reaching for my glasses on the nightstand.
A heavenly scent came to my nose, dragging me out of bed.
It was early, half past seven in the morning, but the sky was already streaked with pink, orange, and red.
The buildings of New York shone in the low rays of the sun, illuminating the living room.
The kitchen island was full of food.
Croissants, bacon, scrambled eggs, a full carafe of coffee and another one of orange juice.
Cheerful music on low volume was coming out from the phone resting on the counter near the stove.
Archie, still in his pajamas, was singing softly with a spatula in her hand.
《Good morning.》
The boy turned around in surprise.
《Ronnie! I didn't hear you. Did I wake you up?》
《No, I had aimed the alarm clock. I have to be at the office by nine.》
《We have to.》
I nodded and he smiled at me.
He removed the last pancake from the sizzling pan, which he stacked on a plate above the ready-made ones. Then he put them on the counter near the rest of the food.
I sat down on a counter stool and made a sign to the red to sit down too.
《The pantry and the fridge were empty, how did you prepare a banquet like that?》
《I went out grocery shopping earlier.》
《And to what do I owe all this well of God?》
Archie's cheeks tinged with a light pink.
《You were already stressed enough for today. I wanted to start the day right.》
I leaned forward instinctively and left a light kiss on his cheek.
《Thank you.》
Archie looked at me, joy emanating from every pore.
I had forgotten how happy he could be. His beauty was bright, almost blinding.
If Archie was the sun, then I certainly was the moon, illuminated by reflected light.
He grabbed a plate and placed some food on it, then handed it to me.
I accepted it with pleasure and, not even the time to take a bite of the first pancake, Jughead's voice echoed through the bedrooms corridor.
《Is it bacon what I'm smelling?》
The young writer entered the room attracted by the scent of breakfast like a magnet, the blonde behind him rolling her eyes.
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Archie held the door open as I got out of the car.
A modern skyscraper stood in front of us, casting shadows on people at his feet.
The headquarters of the Lodge Industries.
《Is everything okay?》
Archie was next to me, a worried expression painted on his face.
《Yes thanks. How am I?》
《Beautiful. As always.》
I had chosen my outfit with care.
A pink silk blouse with two ribbons around the neck tied in a soft bow and an anthracite gray knee-length skirt.
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Thunderstorm - ENGLISH VERSION || Riverdale Fanfiction
FanfictionIt's been eight years since Veronica Lodge left Riverdale, disappearing into thin air. No explanation, no goodbye. Quickly gone as she had arrived. Her return, sudden and full of surprises, upsets the lives of the inhabitants of the town once again...
