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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It's been a quiet few months in Riverdale. Spring slid into summer and some semblance of normal life resumed. The terrors of The Farm weren't forgotten, but they had started to fade. Gryphons and Gargoyles was already becoming the stuff of suburban legend. Indeed, the big topic of conversation around town was July 4th. After some debate, it was decided that there would be an Independence Day parade down Main Street, Riverdale's first in three years. But there would be no fireworks display over Sweetwater River. The Blossoms used to sponsor them but, without their support, the town couldn't afford them. Like I said, things have actually been pretty quiet lately. Enough that I had actually gotten some real writing done.
The summer before senior year passed in a blur of parties, sleepovers, and the chaotic energy that always surrounded Riverdale. With my mind overwhelmed with college applications and figuring out what to do with my future, it was obvious to say I was nervous, but excited, to walk into school the first day of my last year of high school.
Regardless, moments like this kept my heart and sanity intact as Jughead and I lounged across my duvet covered bed. Pieces of his summer writing were held in my hands as I read through the piece he had been focused on for the past few months, completely dedicated, and for once, not as stressed as usual.
"It's beautiful," I complimented as I set the papers down in front of me to look up at him. "It's a beautiful story, babe."
"Really?" He asked, "You think it's worth submitting to the contest?"
I smiled as I handed the story back over and shifted to lay on my back. "No, I think it's going to win the contest."
The raven-haired boy hovering above me smiled. "I love you," He replied before leaning down to kiss me softly, barely giving me time to return the words. His hands sorted through my hair gently, thumb rubbing my hip bone for a moment as my arms rested around his neck.
Both of our phones buzzed somewhere nearby, interrupting whatever might have happened in the next few moments. With a sigh, Jughead pulled away to see what notification popped up. "It's your sister," He said as he skimmed the message. "She and Archie are getting ready to head to Pop's."
A small groan left my lips at the idea of getting up. "Ugh, I would kill for an extra hour." I pushed myself off the bed to grab different clothes to change into since I knew we would be getting messy while decorating for the parade.
"Mocha!" I whistled once I emerged from the bathroom in different clothes. The small golden labradoodle slid across the hardwood floors before coming to rest at my feet. With a smile, I bent down to pull him into my arms. "We're going for an adventure, buddy."
Jughead groaned as he got off the bed while I busied myself hooking Mocha into his harness for the car ride. About partway through the summer, I welcomed this baby into my apartment and into my life and I was so happy to finally have him. Mocha was literally perfect; he listened to everything, rarely left my side, and provided lots of snuggles when the two of us were alone. I loved him, my friends loved him, hell, even Cheryl loved him and I've never seen her interact with dogs in her life.
