Savanna feels like there's nothing that can surprise her anymore after living in Riverdale. The town with pep certainly still has a few tricks up its sleeve including an anonymous camera man, a castle-school full of pretentious teenagers waiting to...
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A warm breeze whipped around my shoulders as I stood on the coastline, observing the rush of waves that the sea had to offer. A few stray birds flew overhead, chirping in delight as they did. California had so much opportunity and spark to it that I couldn't help but feel excited for what was next.
Somewhere down the beach, an instrumental song played a soft tune. I took a deep breath to inhale the salty air, soaking up the sun before life resumed its normal chaos. Everything felt so much lighter, more forgiving than it ever had. Leaving Riverdale was the best decision I had made and there were zero regrets about doing it.
"Savanna, are you listening?" Veronica's voice carried over the rush of air in my ears.
I didn't look at her but nodded, playing as if I'd been listening the entire time. She had arrived not too long ago and began her rant, but I hadn't been paying attention. This scenery was exactly what I'd dreamed of for so long. The palm trees, and soft sand beneath my toes. It was all so perfect.
"Did you prepare your vows?"
"Vows?" I repeated with a small laugh and tried to tame my hair from the wild wind. I missed this sunshine so much. "Why would I have vows?"
"Because... you're getting married?"
I blinked and looked toward her only to realize I hadn't been alone with my sister. Jughead was across from me with a worried expression, his eyes set on mine. I stumbled back a bit and caught sight of the crowd of people in chairs that were facing us. "What..."
"Savanna, you need to wake up."
White lace sleeves covered my arms, connecting to the soft white gown that covered my frame. I looked up again to see Jughead's formal tux. For once, his beanie wasn't on his head, which threw me off even more. This was a wedding. Our wedding.
Suddenly, he moved forward and grabbed my arms. "Savanna, wake up."
"Jug-"
"Wake up!"
I shot up with a sharp gasp and pulled myself out of bed, instantly yanking the covers off to take in the cool air. My chest heaved with each breath in an attempt to calm my racing heart.
"What's wrong?" Jughead's voice was raspy as he reached out to grab my shoulder. I had honestly forgotten he was there, which made this even more embarrassing. Prom was only last night and there was no way we were getting married.
"Sorry," I breathed, "Weird dream."
Jughead let out a soft groan and flopped back into the warm sheets beneath him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No. Sorry I woke you, go back to sleep." I tried not to sound so short with him but my mind wasn't functioning properly. Us. Getting married.
"Hey." Warm hands tugged on my sleep shirt to pull me back into the pillows. I sighed and slowly followed the request and shifted to lean against the headboard. "Are you okay?"
