Jughead Jones?

Part 11

|| Sam POV ||

So it's been about a month since I left Archie and Jughead at the junkyard where his mother and his sister lived and worked. I was alone, an outcast once again.  My hair has grown longer and my weight was now underweight but at least my legs were toned up a bit from all of the walking.

I hate to admit it but I missed the boys, I missed Betty, Veronica, Kevin especially Kevin, Cheryl, FP I missed him a lot too, he was the father I never had. Yeah he wasn't the best father to Jughead but he's been really good now and I'm happy to have him back and so is Jughead.

I kept thinking about them all and I broke down, I finally broke down and sat at the side of the road and started bawling my eyes out, I wanted to go home, I missed them all, I need them back! Why did I leave?

I only knew one way to go home and that was to call someone, FP Jones was my only ticket home, will he come get me though? Who knows. I took my phone out of my pocket and to my surprise it was still fully charged, well I haven't used it what so ever, missed calls and messages where spammed onto my notification centre, I tapped on FP Jones' number and called him, there was service here too and I'm still shocked.

"Sammy! Where the fucking hell are you? Jughead told me everything and we've been looking for a month now, where are you? I'll come get you right now I don't care how far away you are." I smiled sadly when I heard him bombard me with questions.

"I've been moving everywhere but near Riverdale." I looked at the sign and I sighed in relief as I collapsed under the sign 'welcome to Midvale' "FP? I'm in midvale, I know it's not far away from Riverdale but it feels like I've been here for so long." I sighed in relief as my feet were aching in pain from walking.

"I'm coming to get you right now, got it?" I laugh a breathy laugh.

"okay FP, see you when you get here I'm just going to Chill underneath the sign that welcomes me here." I admitted with a laugh.

"you do that, see you soon Sammy."

"see you soon FP Jones." I hung up the phone and sighed, I stared at the sky and smiled in pain 'I'm so hungry, I don't have money though.' I rolled my eyes at my thoughts and just decided to lean against the pole under the sign and doze off with my bag clutched between my arms in case.

21 hours later...
( I did my google search)

I felt someone shaking my arm and I was ready to attack them, I opened my eyes "what?" I snapped and then looked up with wide eyes "FP!" I squealed and pulled him into a hug.

"you really sat here for 21 and a half hours for me?" He asks and I nodded.

"I didn't want to move, I'm aching." I furrows his eyebrows

"how long have you walked for?" He asks.

"23 days, I had to stop for a few days." He looked at the bandages on my wrists "I got into a fight with some Gargoyle gang members and they broke both my wrists, I haven't bothered taking the bandages off." He stared at me in utter shock.

"have you been okay on your own?" He asks me as I stood up slowly.

"Yeah! Whoa!" I fell slightly forward and giggled before balancing myself "I've been fine, I had a breakdown about home a few times but I pulled through and kept walking." He nods and puts a helmet on me, I giggled as he clipped it on for me " thanks," he smiles and he puts my backpack on my back for me.