You move to a new town after your father accepts a promotion at his company. You soon find out that the small town is riddled with secrets, chaos, and intriguing characters. There is one boy in particular, Jughead Jones, you can't seem to get off yo...
You woke up to the sound of the Crypt Keeper cackling on Jughead's laptop. He was passed out against you, the twin bed leaving no chance for personal space. You didn't want to move, enjoying his steady breathing against your neck, making you feel a sense of serenity and exhilaration all at once. Unfortunately, after a few moments you decided you just really needed to pee. You sat up, pausing the Tales from the Crypt episode, wondering how long you'd been asleep. You immediately felt cold as you left Jughead's side. The room was eerily dark aside from the light coming from the laptop. You knocked into a side table, a few heavy books slamming on the ground. Jughead shot up to a sitting position.
"Sorry." You muttered.
He says your name.
"Yeah."
"What are you doing?"
"I was just trying to put on my jacket. I have to use the restroom."
He reached over and flicked a switch on the nightstand. Nothing happened. He flicked it off and on again to no avail. He looked over at his laptop and groaned.
"Well, they wasted no time. They already cut the power." He leaned over the bed and pulled a battery powered lantern from underneath. He slipped into his jacket and adjusted some hair underneath his beanie.
"Come on. I'll walk you down there."
"No, that's-"
"I have to pee too."
"Okay." You were surprised when you stepped onto the exterior stairs and saw hints of the sun already coming up. Just how long had that Tales from the Crypt marathon gone on? He handed you the lantern when you arrived in front of the rest rooms.
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine. I know the place like the back of my hand."
The light hung from the stall, quaintly illuminating a two feet circumference. You began to hear a strange tapping sound coming from the far stall. You held your breathe, trying to listen closer. After a moment of silence you figure you are being unreasonable. Amid washing your hands an uncanny scraping noise commences. You can't deny that there is something in the stall. Your curiosity gets the best of you as you slowly approach, panic rising within you. You are too embarrassed to go get Jughead in case it turns out to be nothing.
A wild screeching launches as a black object soars towards you. You discern it to be a boisterous crow that had someway found its way in. You shake your head and prop the door open so it can find its way out. Jughead gives you an apprehensive look.
"There's a crow in there."
He smiled before biting his lip and seeming to go into a void of thought.
"I am sorry about the electric. What are you going to do without heat?" You couldn't bear the thought of him being all alone, freezing to death.
"I can't stay here. Last night was it. I must bid farewell."
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"Do you have any idea-"
"Don't ask."
You sighed, giving him a look mixed with sadness and longing.
"So... meet me at the park across the street from school at four. We have a pumpkin patch to investigate."
