𝔸𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕𝕖 | 𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [Riverdale] ¹

[CHAPTER SIX]

././𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓟𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓼! 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵! 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵!/./.

Fear. It's the most basic, most human emotion. As kids, we're afraid of everything. The dark, the bogeyman under the bed, and we pray for morning. For those monsters to go away. Though they never do. Not really. Just ask Jason Blossom.

Another fun fact about fear, sometimes it grows up with you. Or it curls up inside of you, tightens around your guts. Each fall Riverdale High hosts a variety show, but this event is no mere student frolic.

I was sitting in my room, thinking about when Polly would sneak up to my room in the attic and sleep in my bed with me because I was so scared to sleep in the dark. It wasn't the dark that scared me or even the scary noises that would come from the creaking wood of the attic. It was the real voices I swore that I heard when I closed my eyes and the even more frightening dead bodies that would greet me when I was brave enough to open my eyes.

I always thought that they were figments of my imagination, but, now, I wasn't so sure. I was terrified that I was losing my mind.

Mom walked into my room with a basket of my laundry. I looked up from the book I was reading, "Thanks, mom."

She smiled, setting it down on the floor before walking up to the foot of my bed. I looked up at her before lowering the volume on my turntable next to my bed, "What's wrong?"

My mom smiled, shaking her head, "Nothing, I just heard Betty speaking to Kevin about you and some boy, Jughead."

I internally groaned, knowing that mom was not happy with Juggie and me. "I really like him, mom," I sit him, moving away from my headboard, "I actually invited him over for breakfast, this morning if that's okay."

Mom simply hummed before looking through my records that were alphabetically organized in a crate, "Of course, dear...but he is FP's son, correct?"

I nod my head, watching as she pulls out a record from my crate and begins reading the songs. I take a deep breath, secretly wanting my mother's approval of Jughead, "Yeah, he is." She nods in silence before putting in the record she chose and leaving the room. I hear the voice of Laura Branigan fill the room as Gloria begins to play.