Broken: the Ultimate Crossover

Chapter 2

Kavinsky's POV

I was wrong.

The moment Riverdale gets into view I know I was wrong about the town. It's grey, suburban, and grey. The only color in the whole town is a neon sign outside of a diner.

I look at Peter and Owen and see the same look on their faces too. May looks happy though, and my dad still looks the same as he did 13 hours ago.

As we get closer to the town the sky become more misty and the air becomes colder. The houses all have the same concept except for a giant house on the hill with a gate out front reading "Blossom." The streets and sidewalks are quiet and bits of grass grow between the cracks of the cement. We pass the school and see all of the cars parked outside of it, some of them leaving because it's four o'clock and time to go home.

May looks back at all of us and smiles excitedly. I'm glad someone's so excited to live in this town.

After driving for a few more minutes we pull into the driveway of a house that looks kids like all of the other ones except this one's blue and the houses on either side are grey and brown.

I unbuckle and step out of the car when it's parked, subconsciously stretching. It feels good to be out of the vehicle and I can tell that everyone else feels the same.

I walk around the car to the U-Haul trailer behind it and see two girls walking down the sidewalk. Both of them have dark hair, one of them is Korean, the other one has blue eyes. They both look at me and give weak smiles, clutching the books in their arms as they turn and walk up the driveway to the house next door.

I turn my head away and open the trailer door, ready to start unloading the little amout of furniture we put in it. Another U-Haul is coming tomorrow with the rest of the stuff. Until then, Dad, Peter, and I move the dining table and boxes of plates, books, and clothes into the house. Owen takes all of his stuff upstairs and puts it in his claimed bedroom. Peter and I haul the mattresses up the stairs and into the different bedrooms and then get dismissed by May to explore the house.

I'm not sure what there is to explore about this place, there's four bedrooms upstairs, two bathrooms upstairs and one downstairs, an office, kitchen, living room, and basement. It's pretty simple but it looks bigger than it is because the kitchen, living room, and office are all connected with open walls. The ceilings are really high, like to the second floor high, and the second floor is open and has a railing to look over the bottom floor.

My bedroom is farthest at the end of the second floor, Peter's is next, and then Owen's is closest to Dad and May's. My room is good size and has two windows, one on the west and one on the north. I place my mattress in the corner and start looking through my boxes. I plug my lamp and my phone charger into the outlet by my mattress and continue to look through my things. A lot of it can be put away when the other U-Haul comes, but I hang some of my clothes up in the closet and shove my boxes against the wall.

I turn around and look out my window at the house across from me. Through the window of the grey house are the two girls I saw on the sidewalk earlier. They're both sitting on the bed, apparently doing homework. The blue eyed girl looks up and sees me, which makes me feel awful that I was watching them, and nudges her friend, who looks at me too.

The Korean girl waves shyly and I wave back before disappearing from the window, embarrassment filling me.

I've been here for an hour and I'm already making a fool of myself. I exit my room and walk past the other three down the stairs where May is putting plates into cupboards.

"Hey," she says, giving me a warm smile.

"Hey," I reply, leaning against the island. "Where'd Dad go?"

"I made him go to the diner and get us food," she tells me. "I don't think I'll ruin our first night in our new home by cooking anything."

The comment makes me laugh. It's true though, May isn't the world's best  chef.

"Which diner?" I asked.

"I think it's called Pop's," May shrugged. "They had the best food rating in Riverdale so I thought we'd try it out. Plus they have milkshakes."

"Sounds great," I say, standing straight up. "Do you need any help?"

"Sure, why don't you put all the cups in this cupboard, second shelf," she answers, showing me where to go.

I dig in a box and find the cups, then I begin to place them where I was instructed to.

"Do you think Peter's ok?" May asks me out of the blue.

I look at her. "Why?"

"He's never really....liked....your dad," she says, still putting things away. "And he didn't take the news of the move very well. I just want him to be happy, you know?"

"I'm sure he's fine, May," I reassure her. "It's just a big change and it was hard on all of us. He probably just needs time to adjust to everything."

"You're right," she says, shaking the thought away. "He just needs time. I just want him to be happy, you know? His parents died and then Ben died....it was all hard on Peter."

Wait.

"Peter's not your son?" I ask her, confused.

"No he's my nephew," May says, suddenly realizing that she's never told us this before. "Oh crap, I never told you and Owen. Well, he's my nephew but he feels more like a son."

So Peter's my step cousin/brother? Weird.

"Hm," I respond. "I guess you learn something new everyday."

"Well, how are you coping with the change?" May asks.

I think about her question for a minute before responding. I don't really know how I feel about this whole thing. I definitely miss home and my old friends, but this is new and exciting.

"I'll get used to it," I finally say. "It might take a minute but I will."

"Good," May says. "I know Owen was ready to get out of the old house."

That statement couldn't be more true. Owen and I lost our mom in that house and when Dad moved in it got worse. Thank God for May coming in and making us leave.

"We all did," I mumble. "A lot happened there."

She nods and we put away all of the dishes in horrible silence. All I can think about right now is how awful Dad was before we moved here, how many times Owen and I thought about leaving and never coming home....

Once we're done putting dishes away I escape as fast as I can, determined to find something to clear my mind from New York.

I pass Peter's room and see him laying on his mattress, so I stop in to try to talk to him.

"Hey," I say after I knock on the doorframe.

Peter turns his head and looks at me before somersaulting backwards and standing up, walking to the door and closing it. I stand there for a second longer and then sigh, walking to my own room.

The girls have gone somewhere else by now and I close the blinds on my window for privacy, you know?

Then I lay down on my mattress, scrolling through Instagram and watching my old friends make new memories without me.

I really feel alone now.

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Thank you for reading this chapter! I said this chapter was going to be longer but it really wasn't so my bad. Things are going to change in the next chapter because we will have Betty's perspective and the first day of school for Peter and....Peter.
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Well, I hope you enjoyed this and I'll see you soon!