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writing-in-riverdale · 7 years

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the list | short series

a rosie original story

written by: rosie and kelly

a/n: i’ve been working on this project for almost two months now and im so excited to finally share this with you all. special shout out to my amazing friend kell aka @sweetwater-cheryl for all the support and for helpin me bring this idea to life with all the behind the scenes stuff you do! please comment if you’d like me continue this series!!

plot: following a small town girl on a journey through letter form as she attends riverdale high the summer after one of riverdale own sophomores commits suicide, leaving behind a list of rhs finest and the events leading up to the teens demise. will guilt eat them alive? find out by reading the list inspired by riverdale and 13RW.🎤💰🔪🎸✨🍒📄💔

y/n’s pov

it was just another friday night in the life of a teenager living in riverdale.

the almighty bulldogs had defeated the away team in over time and lead into their victory by our river vixens. the crowd went wild as the crowd scattered across the field.

so, we celebrated the only way we knew how, pop’s.

it had begun as a ritual between me and my best friend, cheryl bombshell blossom.

we’d spilt a milkshake and i’d get a burger, despite cheryl’s constant disproving tuts and glares as pop set down the greasy burger overflowing with fries.

she’d roll her eyes and sip her milkshake as she lectured me about how the beef would go straight to my ass. i’d just smile with ketchup stuck on the corner of my smile.

but tonight it wasn’t just me my burger and my best friend it was filled with all of riverdale high students, all basking in the glory of beating our stupid preppy enemies.

bringing me to where I am now, squeezed into our infamous booth with my 5 best friends.

the fiery river vixen captain cheryl blossom, super smart and kind even though she doesn’t let anyone see that side of her. she was the HBIC and everyone either feared her or wanted to be her.

the captain of the bulldogs and my second favourite redhead jason blossom, cheryl’s twin brother. he was a total player, when he wasn’t breaking up and making up with polly cooper he was exchanging saliva with half the juniors at the glorious thornhill parties

the raven haired jock that went by the name of mantle the magnificent, reggie mantle. he was a typical tough jock softened to an actual puppy by the likes of me.

the closeted jock moose, between you and him he was a bisexual and hooking up with kevin keller at sweet water river, but if anyone asks he’s dating midge.

and last and definitely least riverdales resident golden boy chuck clayton. jock and coaches son, huge player that doesn’t believe in commitment or morals for that matter.

it was just the six of us -well- seven if you count midge sitting on mosses lap with her tongue down his throat, but I don’t.

the six of us squished into the small booth all picking from each others food as they talk sports and their grand win.

“mantle you were a beast tonight!” chuck leans over me to place a punch in reggies right arm.

he moves his hand to ruffle the jocks hair, resting his arm around my frame.

“I had a lucky charm.” he winks to the group

snaking his hand down to my waist placing a kiss on my forehead, I move closer to him my hands settling on his thigh.

“okay stop you’re being too cute its gross.” moose grimaces which causes everyone to groan.

“coming from the two swapping spit.” I retort swirling my straw in my coke glass, spiked with a little jacks.

midge shifts uncomfortably on her boyfriends lap, her hair falling from her high pony.

“yeah midge, why are you still here?” cheryl pipes up leaning across the booth where the couple resides.

“cheryl.” I warn giving her a glance

“what?” she snaps back looking from her brother to chuck then over to me.

I sigh shaking my head.

“i’ll just go.” she announces pushing herself past reggie and I to exit the booth, practically sprinting out the front door.

“and the ice queen strikes again.” my boyfriend roars the group falling into laughter besides cheryl of course.

moose stands from the booth and rushes after midge the bell dingy as he departs.

“and then there was five, y/n you still turning down my offer to ride the chuck wagon?”

I roll my eyes, my boyfriend scoffing from beside me.

“in your dreams clayton.” he retorts pulling me closer to him.

I glance over to cheryl as her eyes train on the group a few booths away from ours, I stand quickly and slide between the blossom twins looping my arm in cheryl’s.

“you’re staring.” I state.

“gazing.” she corrects me.

I let my eyes wander over to them, the sad breakfast club as cheryl liked to call them. they were my childhood friends, I guess I outgrew them.

but there they were,

my oldest friend and once my next door neighbour, a jock that was also major eye candy but more baggage than any one could ever managed, archie andrews.

the new raven haired mystery girl, despite being here for at least 4 months everyone still referred to her as the new girl or ‘fresh meat’ as the boys liked to say as the stared at her ass. she was daddy’s little girl, veronica lodge.

the gay best friend, and the only member I seemed to keep in contact with anymore because he’s an actual cinnamon roll and always has the latest gossip, kevin keller.

then there was the raven haired boy that lived on the southside leather clad of course, granted that he was now a fully fledged biker. he was quite the loner, no self esteem, always wore that stupid hat but i was glad to see he traded it in for a leather jacket. jughead got hot.

the only one missing from the club was the perfect girl next door, sweater wearing, kindest soul to ever be in riverdale, betty cooper.

my mind flashes back to that night and I sigh, guilt creeping in.

I catch cheryl glances at the cold seat in the booth, the teens that vacate it looking tired and glum. I don’t blame them.

“cheryl, don’t.” I warn her trying to pull her gaze

“I can’t help it.” she admits looking down as jughead catches her gaze, I offer a small smile and he just dips his head.

the boys feel our sombre aurora and fall silent.

“everything okay?” jason ask glancing between the two of us.

I open my mouth to respond but cheryl does before I get my first word out.

“we’re going home.”

she grabs my hand and pulls me from the booth.

reggie looks up at me confused, he thought you’d be going home with him tonight, shrugging your shoulder you mouth a ‘sorry.’

you knew he hated sharing you with the red head and it had been a long semester with the constant arguments between your two bestfriends as they claim that it was ‘their day.’

“okay. well, bye.” I smile dipping down and place a soft kiss on reggies lips before cheryl whisks me out of the diner and we begin the walk toward thornhill.

it was pitch black outside only dimly light as the street lights illuminate the side walks, the cool breeze fanning my face.

my phone buzzes, the blue light shining on my face.

Reginald: I miss you already

I smile to myself typing at a reply.

Y/N: I’ve been gone 5 minutes babe, i’ll see you tomorrow.

“who you texting?” cheryl asks cutting the silence with her sharp words.

“reggie, he gets worried when we walk back by ourselves.”

she rolls her eyes, her head shaking from side to side as she unloops our arms.

“what?” I laugh, “he’s my boyfriend cher he’s allowed to be worried.”

she continues to ignore me, her pace picking up as she struts forward.

“cheryl!” I call after her.

“what!” she yells back causing me to stop in my tracks.

“what’s gotten into you?” I argue crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

“your always with him even when he’s not here! can’t you just be with me for 10 minutes?”

you sigh kicking the pavement with the bottom of my chucks.

“you’re right, I’m sorry. you have my full attention.” I admit defeat and she huffs.

I roll my eyes and run over to her jumping on her causing her to let out as stiff chuckle before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“here this is all the attention.” I joke clinging to her as I nestle my head into her neck.

“okay, okay, I get it.” she laughs trying to pry me off her.

we both laugh as we loop arms and head up the cobble driveway leading to the iron gates of thornhill.

“are we going inside? cause i’m feeling a little tipsy.” I giggle leaning against the girl.

my phone vibrating once more.

“it wont be the first time my parents have seen you drunk.” she laughs back.

the sound of yelling and the front door slamming shut makes us both jump

I watch as Clifford darts across the courtyard rushing toward the barn.

“maybe I shouldn’t stay-” I add wearily fishing my phone out of my pocket only for cheryl to grab at my wrist.

“its not like its the first time you’ve experienced my family’s drama.”

I dip my head in guilt reading reggies name across my dimly lit phone, the truth is that you didn’t want to stay and listen to penelope and clifford argue all night.

I wanted to see reggie, not stay trapped in thornhill.

“sorry cher. I can’t, I have to walk my sister to school, mom has to work a double, raincheck?” I smile trying to remove the disappointed expression from the pale girls face.

“I can’t.”

puzzled i raise my brows, “can’t wait? if you’re busy tomorrow night we could do it another night?” I offer.

she shakes her head removing her arm from mine.

“i should go.” she announces, pivoting and strutting to the large wooden doors to her house and disappearing.

I sigh rocking back on my heels, my buzzed complete diffused. half of me waited for cheryl to open the door back up and call me a bitch and pul me inside but the other half just wanted to walk away, relief in each step.

but I waited, I even sent her a forgiving text, not wanting to leave things on bad accords for the following school day. we could never really stay mad at each other for long.

or at least that’s what I thought.

cheryl: I’m freezing my ass off out here, talk tomorrow? xox

after waiting for a reply that was never going to come I wonder down the drive way and out of the tall iron gates, spilling out onto the quiet street when I spot a familiar raven haired boy.

he was leaning against the hood of his car, a silly smirk etched onto his tan skin as he runs his long fingers through his jet black locks.

“stalker much?” I joke taking small steps over to the boy, my arms wrapped tightly around my body to try and preserve my body heat.

“you didn’t answer my texts.” he defends

“sorry, I was with cheryl you know how she can be sometimes.” I sigh leaning into his tall frame.

“just cause she’s jealous.” he tuts wrapping his hands around my waist

“oh cause you can talk mantle! what about that time-” he cuts you off when he lifts me up and spins me around.

“put me down mantle!!” I squeal causing him to drop me down burying his face in my chest.

“where were we?” his speech muffled against my uniform.

“you were stalking me..” I drift off.

he pulls away from me before placing a chaste kiss to my forehead, I smile and rest my head on his chest as it rises and falls with each steady breathe.

“I was worried about you pup.” he admits, a smooth hand combing through my hair.

I roll my eyes as he rambles on about how much he hates us walking alone in the dark when the faint sound of sirens fill my ears.

I place my hand over his mouth to try to listen again, nothing.

“its really late we should go” I tell him climbing side of his jeep.

he rushes over to the other side and plugs in his music before he starts up his car peeling away from the park and heading toward home.

the drive was smooth and quiet, james blunt pulsing through his speakers as I glance out the window, soaking in the dimly lit nights sky.

the quiet started to get somewhat overwhelming, and a sense of dread pulsed through my veins. i see the red and blue lights of an ambulance as we approach sweetwater park.

i think reggie can sense my worry.

“its okay babe, its probably just another minor accident.” he breaths, looking out the rear view mirror.

“yeah its not un-common, this road gets really dewy at night.” i grin back at him, happy at the slight conversation.

the rest of the drive was once again peaceful.

we reach the front of my house and he puts the car into park.

“thanks for getting me home..” i smiled, staring into his big brown eyes.

“anything for you.” he mentions, giving me a hug.

i raise my hand to open the door.

“y/n wait.” reggie announces.

i look over at him and he looks as if he wants to say something.

“is everything okay?” i ask

“i- i just wanted to ask- i mean tell you…” he stutters

“ask me what?” i question, cracking a grin at the stuttering jock.

“i really like- i really love you y/n.” he mentions faintly, almost in a whisper.

butterflies emerge in my stomach. this is the first time a boy has told me that he loved me.

“really?”

“yeah. really.” he added.

i dip back into the car and place my hand on his cheek, bringing his lips to mine. the kiss was probably the best one i’ve ever had, because it had substance. it had a meaning. a story.

as our lips part, he continues to stare at me.

“i love you too.” i broke in, causing a smile to spread like wild fire across the boys face.

with that, i close the door and walk backwards, waving at him as he leaves my driveway.

i stop in the middle of my front yard and laugh. like a child. smiling, feeling pure happiness and euphoria. it was as if all of the problems in the world melted away, leaving me well and truly happy.

i take a few steps, skip up the stairs and open the front door.

i see my mom.

shes standing by the stairs, clutching her phone looking at me in a sombre state.

“you’re okay.” she whispers, latching onto me tightly.

“yeah i told you where i was.” i say defending myself, she knew that i was out tonight.

she backs away fro the hug, placing her hands on my shoulders.

she was very over dramatic so i didn’t thing it was a big deal.

“y/n, baby..”

“yes.” i answer in a sarcastic tone, smiling at her.

“cheryl blossom is dead.” she announces.

and just like that, everything came crumbling down again.

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