A story in which a quiet town is home to the quiet girl, A.J. Jones who would do anything for her twin brother. What happens when she meets someone who thinks he would do anything for her.
Previously in Riverdale: I ran up to Cheryl ripping the white book from her hands. "Where'd you get this?" she grabbed for it back but I held it behind my back. "In my locker like everyone else, " I looked around and noticed the crowds of kids with eyes glued to the books or in huddles pointing at pictures gasping and aweing. ************** "Ay but promise me you won't play Sweets, " I stuck my pinky out and he smirked wrapping his ( way larger) pinky around mine. "I promise, " I beamed at him and he grinned back. "But if you ever tell anyone I just made a pinky promise, " he warned "Was that a threat? Mr. Sweets, " we both started to laugh and walked slowly to our next class chatting the rest of the way.
************* I was walking to my bed ready to be done with the day when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and turned it on. Unknown number Ur bro and ur bae are playing My thumbs flew over the keyboard as I typed out the question. Playing what? I waited for a reply and after a few seconds my phone buzzed again. I pulled it out my thumbs trembling silently praying I was wrong. Griphons and Gargoyles
******************** Present
I sat on my bed in my pajamas waiting for Jughead to walk in and everything to be fine. I fiddled with my sleeve and glanced back at my alarm clock. The red 12: 52 imprinting on my vision. He's not coming home.
12: 52
I got up and sat back down impatiently. 12:52. I stared at the door waiting for Jughead to walk through and tell me he was just at pop's. 12:52. I could feel my eyes getting droopy. 12:52. I blinked a few times concentrating on the faded white door. 12:52. I blinked a little longer than usual and shook my head trying to push away the tiredness that was setting in. 12:52. I layed back on my bed feeling comfort in the soft blanket. 12:52. I closed my eyes. 'Just to rest them' I swear.
I wanted to open them but I left them close. Letting my tiredness sink in. The last thing I remembered before falling into darkness was 12:52.
***************** I opened my eyes feeling the light peek coming from the crack in my curtains through my eyelids. I looked around confused. When what happened last night I pushed myself up and glared at Jughead's bed. He wasn't there. I got up and ran for the door in nothing but my pajamas knowing where he was.
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'The only place I feel like I can get some privacy'. Dilton Doiley's bunker.
I walked at an average pace until I made it to the forest where no one could see me. I bolted running as fast as I can. My joints loosened and my breath started to pick up as I kept my quickening. I made it to the cover of the bunker and huffed trying to gain some air back. I glanced around making sure no one saw me before pulling the cover up and pushing it to the side. I stepped down onto the bar stepping down the ladder.
