You reached Sweetwater River - the boundary between Riverdale and Greendale. But you are not the type of person to believe in superstitions. Leaves rustled in the dark, in the distance an owl cooed signalising either good fortune or immense bad news - it all depends on what happens next.
The cold nightly breeze hit your skin, and mixed with the alcohol that was burning through your veins as you took another sip from the bottle sent a shiver down your spine. No-one was even going to notice you were gone. You strutted out the back door into your garden and through the side gate. In one swift motion your fingers cradled around the half empty bottle of Hennessy that was left on the counter picking it up. However, instead of walking upstairs you headed for the kitchen. Your father nodded eventually without taking his eyes off your mother and in that same second you got to your feet.Īfter directing a quiet ‘goodnight’ towards everyone at the dining table, you walked out the room. The suffocation of that moment was unbearable. “May I be excused?” The question slipped off your tongue with ease as you glanced between your parents waiting for answer. You lowered the glass to the table, letting it fall with a small thud. Your parents would never allow for their friends to notice there was something wrong. Their friends lost in deep conversation did not even notice the uncanny interaction between the three of you. Looking around the room you couldn’t help but suddenly feel alone. “Darling.” Your mom whispered, glancing at you for a brief second before looking back directly ahead at your father. “Don’t do that.” Her voice was stern yet smiley and as always condescending.įunny - your parents will let you have an alcoholic beverage with your meal but will not let you behave like the teenager that you are. Wrapping your fingers around the glass, with your eyes still fixated on the liquor, you removed your finger and licked it slowly before raising the crystal to take a sip. The clinking sound of the ice cubes slowly mixed with an echoey laughter and just like that you were brought back to reality. The quiet jingle as they hit each other was soothing to your ears. You eyed the golden brown liquid that swirled at the bottom of your glass and with a perfect manicured finger you began hitting the ice cubes delicately. But then suddenly you’re not alone anymore. But when together, as it turns out, you had more in common then either of you thought.Ĭhapter Summary: Drunk and alone you find yourself at Sweetwater River. He was a new serpent and you were the prom queen. Privately the two of you led completely different lives.
Story Summary: A story of how high school FP began a riddled friendship with a high school you - the most extravagant girl in his dull town. Warnings: Underage drinking, suicidal thoughts/intentions Pairing: (young) FP Jones x Female!Reader
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