Dreamers

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S POV
Dad and I were talking, but I noticed fangs just standing there. "You planned this out, didn't you?" I hear the woman say, but I didn't dare look up at her. "No I swear. I didn't know they were here." he says. "You know they hate me. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have let you drag me to pops." she starts to walk, but fangs grabs her hand. "Please Betty. One milkshake and then we can go. I know we've kept in touch, but you're my best friend, please." he begs. "One milkshake, and then I'm going home, or my safe place, if it's even open." she says. "It is. I own it now." he says. "What are they talking about." I ask dad. He doesn't answer and I look up at him. He looked kinda hurt, mad, and sad all rolled into one. I looked over at them, and saw her smile. From the looks of it, she doesn't smile or laugh much. "Can I talk to her?" I ask. "It's your choice munchkin." he says. I slowly stand and walk over to there booth.

B POV
"Hey Scarlett." Fangs says. I look up and there she was. "Hi fangs. Betty." she says, and my heart broke. "Hi Scarlett." I say quietly, "I'll be back in a minute." I get up and go to the bathroom. I lean against the wall and fall to the floor. I take some deep breaths and try to calm down. She hates me, my own daughter hates me. I calm down and walk back out. I sit next to fangs, and she sat across from us. "So....." she says. "Yes?" I ask. "How are you?" she asks. "I've been better, but I've been worse too." I say and she just nods. "How are things with you?" I ask. "Ok I guess." she says. Pop brings me my milkshake. "Thank you pop." I say. "No problem Betty." he says. "You like vanilla milkshakes?" she asks. "Umm. Yes. I've always gotten them since. I.... moved to Riverdale." I say. "I love pops vanilla milkshakes." she says. I smile a little, and fangs pokes my rib cage and I wince. "What happened?" he asks. "Nothing. Just sore. Why did you poke me?" I ask. "What are you gonna do about the serpents?" he asks. "What do you mean, that's Jughead's gang, and I'm not gonna get in the middle of it. Too much stress." I say. "Really? I think the serpents would love to have their queen back." he says. "Like I said, it's his gang now. He most likely hates me and I don't want to go through that again." I say. "Will you at least stop by, have a drink." he pleads. "I haven't drank since I left, shockingly. Last time I drank was when you came over and I ended up on the floor with you on my couch." I say as he looks at me shocked. "Seriously? Not even a drop?" he asks. "Nope." I say. "What have you done to Betty?" he asks. "I've changed, but not that much. I still do the matches, even if I do get a headache every now and then, I still smoke when I'm stressed. I just don't drink anymore." I say. "What are matches?" she asks. "Boxing fights, just..... a little different." I say. "You box?" she asks surprised. "Yep." I say. I look at the time. "Sorry, But I have to go. It was nice seeing you mun-" I cut myself off. "What were you about to call me?" she asks. "I used to call you munchkin before I left." I say, "bye." I hop on my bike, and ride to the gym.

S POV
That's where dad got that nickname. "Can I watch one of her matches?" I ask fangs. "She most likely will do them in my gym, but I don't want you to get in trouble. I don't care if you come, you just gotta be careful." he says. "Dad, can I go to fangs' gym?" I ask. "Sure." he says. I kiss his cheek, and fangs takes me to his bike. He drives to his gym, and we go in. "She's probably already in the ring." he says. We walk over and there she was, in a sports bra and shorts. Her hands were wrapped but she didn't have the gloves on. "Why doesn't she have gloves on?" I ask. "I have never seen her with a pair on. You'd have to ask her why, but she's really good." he says. Her opponent goes down and she stepped out of the ring. "What are you two doing here?" she asks. "She wanted to watch you, and I wanted to make sure you don't get brain damage." he says. I look at him confused. "It's been almost 16 years since that happened, and I haven't gotten brain damage yet. I have been boxing forever. I know what I'm doing fangs." she says. I see bruises on her ribs. "I know your ribs didn't get that bad from boxing, what happened?" he asks. "Not the place, not the time. The bruise isn't that bad. I've certainly had far worse than a bruised rib cage." she says. "Betts, those are cracked or possibly broken. What happened?" he asks again. "Betts?" I ask. "It's a nickname everyone called me. One of many." she says, smiling faintly. "I want to know what happened." I say. "I got into another crash." she says. "WHAT?!?!?" Fangs roared. "This is why I didn't want to tell you." she says. "Another?" I choke out. "Don't worry about it munchkin." she says before walking off. "Can you take me home please." I ask.