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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Meanwhile, in existential hell, I was facing the tyranny of a blank page. I needed my anchor.
The time following the release of not only Mom but Dad as well, were chaotic. More often than not, Veronica crashed at my apartment in fear of walking into Hiram owning the Pembrooke once more. She wasn't here tonight, so it was just Mocha and myself lounging in bed with a Disney movie playing on the screen. My phone was in hand as I scrolled through endless posts on social media, including a few from Cheryl from her weekend trip to Colorado with Toni. Mid-comment, the device began to vibrate in my hand as Jughead's name popped up on the screen.
"Hey, bub," I answered instantly.
"Hey, I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked somewhat softly through the phone.
I let out a small laugh. "Just me and my mild insomnia, Jug. I'm always up for you."
"Think we can talk writer to writer at Pop's?"
I glanced over at the clock that read an easy 11:48 PM. "Be there in 10."
It took a bit to drag myself out of bed, Mocha included, but eventually, we were walking into Pop's around midnight. Veronica was wiping down the counter as the door slowly shut behind me.
"Didn't expect to see you here," She commented before greeting my dog who was happily cleaning up a dropped fry off the floor.
I shrugged. "Jug called and asked to meet. I didn't think you were working tonight."
"Archie's busy at the community center and I'm trying to avoid going home as much as possible. Not much else to do. Your usuals?" She asked as she grabbed a cup to start prepping a milkshake.
"Please." I claimed my usual booth off to the side and allowed Mocha to jump up before I slid in next to him. Not too long after, Veronica placed my shake down in front of me as well as a giant stacked cheeseburger for Jug. I thanked her before busying myself with entertaining my dog, who was totally ready to fall back asleep. The sound of the bell dinging broke me out of my trance before I looked up to see Jughead walking through the diner.
"Hey," I greeted as he sat down. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," He sighed as he flopped down across from me. "I just can't write." His eyes lit up at the sight of the burger in front of him, which he took a giant bite out of before continuing to explain. "Mr. Chipping gave the class this assignment where we're supposed to write our own version of a Baxter Brothers novel, which should be a dream come true, but for the first time in my life, I'm having writer's block. Why?"
I hummed and took a long sip of my shake while I pondered my response. "Well... my advice, just take a break. Give yourself some time away to focus on other things that may inspire you before you go back to it. Take a walk, look at some art, kiss your girlfriend."
