I stand in front of the building of the Twilight Drive-In. She finished the graffiti and stepped back. It was her name written in big writting next to Jughead's. His was in black and hers in red. His had a crown near it and hers had a heart with a sword through it. She smiled at Jug and turned around ready to walk away with him. To their surprise, their father, FP Jones, was standing there.
"They'll tear that booth down too." He said with his hand in his back pocket. He looked different. It was weird. She wasn't used to it. "Raise the whole place and send it to the junkyard and us with it." He said looking almost shrug. It was an odd face. Jughead muttered a yeah.
"Maybe they'll save it. Every piece of it. Store it in the Mayor's attic and in a hundred years rebuild it. When they see our names, maybe they'll wonder who we were. Who thr Hell we were." Braveheart smiled at the thought. That they would be remembered through the years. FP chuckled and Jug smiled. Jug's smile faded quickly.
"So, where are you gonna live now, Jug? With your sister?" He questioned.
"I'll figure something out, dad." Jug sighed adjusting his backpack. She nodded her head lightly and looked up at her dad.
"I miss you, Dad." She muttered more to herself than anyone. FP frowned slightly and walked over towards her. He pulled her into his warm embrace. He didn't bother to say anything just hugged her. Jughead watched with a small smile on his lips. He knew how much she missed Dad.
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Esmee gave Braveheart a dark black dress. Esmee smiled.
"Why do I bloody have to go? I didn't fucking murder him and I don't give a shit about his sorry ass." Braveheart groaned snatching the dress.
"Because it's better than not going and being more suspicious," Esmee said looking down at her dress. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "Do I look okay?" Esmee asked turning to face Braveheart properly. Braveheart nodded.
"You look perfect, Esmee." She said putting her hands through her hair. She looked at the dress and walked into the bathroom. She slipped the dress on and walked out. "Now, how do I look?" She questioned twirling around. Esmee smiled.
"You look perfect but we need to look sad so practice your sad face." Esmee said her face turning into a frown. Braveheart rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. My face is in a constant frown I think I'm okay." She shrugged adjusting her bra strap under the material of the dress. Esmee laughed and shook her head lightly.
"Nah. I see that smile sometimes." Esmee smiled. Braveheart always loved Esmee's smile. It was always so bright and happy. Her face always showed how she felt inside.
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Braveheart sat in the rows of seat. She was next to Esmee and they were being relatively quiet. Braveheart glanced up to see Archie Andrews walking up to Penelope Blossom. This confused Braveheart. Archie was holding Jason's old football Jersey since Archie was offered his spot.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, Mrs Blossom," Archie began. Penelope looked at Archie with a look neither of the girls could read. It was odd. "I thought you might wanna have this." Archie finished holding the jersey out. Penelope Blossom began to move her hand to her face.
"You're so much like him." She said slowly. She slowly caressed his cheek and touched his hair before moving her hand away. "Thank you, Archibald." She said taking the jersey of Archie. He slowly walked away back to his original seat. Braveheart seemed confused by this gesture.
"Did that seriously just happen?" Braveheart questioned. Esmee nodded. "Weird..." Braveheart muttered looking down Archie. She sighed and get to her feet. "I'm going to go grab some fresh air before the ceremony... Why am I even here?" Braveheart saud standing up from her seat. She strolled out of the room and Archie noticed this. He was going to get up but didn't when Ronnie walked in.
Braveheart leaned against the door frame that lead out to the backyard. It looked just as creepy as the rest of the house. There was a tree, a giant oak. Hanging from it was an old wooden swing. It gave a creepy vibe. She suddenly heard giggling behind her. Like the ones of a small child. She quickly turned and didn't see any such child around. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked back out the door. This house gave her the creeps and so did that family. She despised the Blossom family so much. She rubbed her face with her hands and turned around. She saw Esmee standing there. Braveheart jumped and stumbked backwards, caught off guard.
"You scared me, Es." Braveheart said. Esmee didn't say anything. She just stood there with a blank face. "Esmee?" Braveheart asked. Esmee still didn't do anything. She just stood there. Suddenly, a bullet wound appeared on her forehead and she fell backwards. Braveheart screamed and stepped backwards, tripping off the porch and landing in the backyard. She got up and turned to see an angry looking Clifford Blossom.
"What are you doing?" He questioned. He was angry. You could see it on his face.
"I just fell. I'm sorry." She muttered quickly attempting to move past him and back into the house. He stopped her.
"Snakes may shed skin but they are still a snake." Clifford hissed. Braveheart rolled her eyes and shoved past him. She walked out of the house, pulling her beanie from her bag.
"May you burn in hell where you can from Jason Blossom! I hope you had a painful death!" Braveheart shouted as she walked through the house. She didn't care that half town could hear her. She wanted them to know that she really didn't give a crap about him. She opened the Torn Hill house door. "May the Blossoms burn in hell!" She shouted before slamming the door.
She pulled the heels off her feet and replaced them with converse. She managed to escape before anyone at the party... I mean funeral could come and shout at her. She was disrespectful, yes, but so was he. He just got a taste of his own medicine. Hidden at the bottom of her backpack, was her serpent jacket. She grabbed the jacket out of her bag and slipped it on. She then put her backpack back on and walked away from Tornhill. She was a Southside Serpent and she was proud. However, she lived on the Northside and was technically a Northsider too. She once again was stuck in the middle. She had been through all the trials she had to, to become a serpent so she was just as much as a serpent as her father.
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She walked into the Whyte Wyrm and smiled. She saw her father sitting at the bar talking to someone. She strolled over, looking proud. She was wearing her Serpent Jacket and she felt at home.
"Dad! How's life on the Southside?" Braveheart asked sitting on the barstool next to him. He downed the rest of the alcohol he was drinking. He stayed in silent not answering her. "Awh. Come on. You are the father of a snake. A snake who just ruined Jason Blossom's funeral. Aren't you a little bit proud of your daughter?" Braveheart questioned a wicked smile on her face. He sighed and looked to Braveheart.
"You are not a serpent, Braveheart. I'm not letting you fall into this trap." He said firmly. She laughed.
"I'm already in the trap, dad." She shrugged ordering her usual drink. Her drink was placed down and she downed it in one. FP looked at Braveheart in shock.
"What are you doing, Brave?" He questioned staring at his daughter downing alcohol. She smirked and downed another one.
"Renee Matilda Jones the VI! Stop! He shouted not wanting to deal with his daughter just drinking.
"Don't you dare call me that," Braveheart shouted slamming her glass on the bar. "You do not get to call me that!" She added before getting to her feet. FP Jones rolled his eyes and watched his daughter leave the bar. One of the random serpents came and sat next to her dad.
"She has a point. She is a Serpent. She can't change that now." The guy said with a small shrug. FP glared at the man and he stood up. He walked back ti the pool table and joined the other serpents in a game.
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So sorry for not updating guys! I was busy with my others fics but now I'm back and I'll try to update more often!
And I hope you guys like the new cover of Estranged! ♥️
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Fanfiction❝Looks a lot like a tragedy now...❞ ••• Braveheart Jones. Jughead's twin sister. They go through everything together but with a murder investigation and murders, will they come apart? ••• DISCLAIMER: [I DO NOT OWN RIVERDALE. ALL RIGHTS GO TO ROBERTO...