The bell was indeed signifying someone stepping into the warm sanctuary that is Pops. This person was Jughead jones, FP's son. Ironic, isn't it?! Well he glanced around, eager eyed to find an empty booth, finding one at the very far end of the room, opposite side to mine. He sits there, doing nothing, saying nothing. He just stares at the table until pops talks to him in his usual delightful tone.
I can't hear what he's ordering, I could probably lip read it, but I have no reason to. Pop walks away, rips a peice of paper of his pad and adds it to the conveyer belt of about 4 other orders. My eyes happen to fall on Jughead, yet again. Nothing's changed, except this time he's looks up at me. We made eye-contact and he looked hurt, he looked in pain, mentally and physically. I couldn't help but notice the bags hanging low under his eyes, his left purple, and bruised. He moves his stray hairs out of his eyes with his hand, also bruised and bleeding, and looks back down at the table.
I, forgetting about my hot chocolate, glide my hand across the table, making the near empty mug shatter to the floor. Just about every other person in pops, me included, jumps, startled by the sharpness of the crash. Pop runs to clear up the mess, as I stand up.
"I'm so, so sorry Pop, I zoned out and then..", I trail off. Everyone's eyes going back to there own booth, except one.
"It's ok, Betty, I've seen worse spills today."
"Still, I'm sorry, I'll pay for the mug, and I'll clean it up."
"Don't be stupid, it's just a mug, you don't need to do anything, just sit down and I'll get you another one"
"Thank you Pop, but honestly, I better go, thanks anyway.", I say with a little smile.
As I go to pull out the money from my purse, pop stops me and tells me "it was on the house", "I insist!" I tell him numerous times, but Everytime he refused. I try one more time until he reminds me that I better be going. I leave the money on the table and head to the door. The door jingles above my head. The chilling frost of winter hits me blunt in the face like a brick wall.
I stumbled down the first step numbly, initiating the journey home, when the door rings. I jump at the sound, causing me to tumble down the remaining 3 steps. It must've taken 3 seconds for me to finish falling, but it seemed like hours. Neverending.
*Part two!! Whoo!! I hope this isn't as cringy and bad as I think, but if so :/ what can you do?! 😂 Leave suggestions of people and couples you'd like to see brought into the story, I'm writing that part next. I'll try to post regularly. I have the next two parts ready, I'm excited :)*
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Fanfiction⚠️WARNING: abuse, sexual content, and graphic scenes ⚠️ This is the story of how I met him. He was the one who brought me into the light, from the dark. He saved me. He's the reason I'm here. It was all him. *This is a Riverdale fanfic, from the vie...
