"Who's that?" Veronica asked, pointing somewhere but Archie just shrugged, though he couldn't keep his eyes off the other boy either.
"Who cares? He's hot"
"No, to both of you" Betty clarified, glaring at her best friends upon seeing where they were pointing at.
"You can't blame them" Kevin mumbled, watching the boy at the locker as well.
"Exactly. Why can't we?" Veronica asked.
"Oh my God. Do you want him?"
"What? No. That's-" She sighed "No, that's Jughead, my little brother. Anyways, there is this rule under friends that we don't date our siblings"
"Because we don't have any" Veronica said.
"Or because they're four" Archie added.
"Besides, we never established that rule, and we definitely won't now. I'm so going over there"
"Kev, no, wait-" Betty began, her eyes wide in panic, but he was already moving and while he was at it, Archie and Veronica hurried to catch up with him.
"Guys, seriously?" Betty whined, staying back while her stepbrother was swarmed by her friends.
She was in for a ride, wasn't she?
This is a Barchie story will include fictional scenarios after the events that occurred in 5x08. I know the ending of this episode was so disappointing so I am here to try to mend broken hearts like mine.
Here is the Barchie storyline that we all deserve. We've patiently waited for far too long and since the writers can't give us the content we barchies deserve, I'll try my best to give it to you all.
(book written March 2021-Nov 2021)
(p.s: I wrote this story right after the premiere of the 8th episode, so this story is very different from the second half of the season, since at the time I was developing this story, Riverdale was on a three month hiatus and season five did not end until October).
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"Betty. I'm gonna ask you something but I don't want to make you uncomfortable" Archie told me and I nodded hesitantly.
"Are your nightmares connected to the Trash Bag Killer?" He asked as I stared at him dumbfounded by his question. I did not expect this at all.
"Wh-what?" I stuttered staring at him in shock.
"Betty. I may not be an FBI agent but I know what PTSD looks like" He pointed and I unconsciously fisted my hands.
"don't do that" He begged in a whisper while reaching for my hands to keep me from digging my nails into my skin. He scanned my hands in concerned and ran his fingertips through the palms in a gentle manner.
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