"Before she heard her best friend die, she was already having a pretty bad day."
In which an aspiring novelist named Jughead requires the help of a photographer named Alice.
(#9 in Fanfiction 3/04/17) (#1 in Archie 11/29/20)
A Riverdale fanfic...
Alice watched the twins step out of the car and head down to the dock.
What were they doing at nearly six am in the middle of the woods? Alice wondered as she followed closely behind.
As she reached the pier, she heard Cheryl say the words that would give her everlasting chills.
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'A R E Y O U S C A R E D , J A S O N ?'
A small smirk played at his lips, as playful bravery shone in his eyes and shook his head 'no'.
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He looked almost perfect, standing there with his twin. They wore matching outfits, not to mention they mirrored each other as perfectly as fraternal twins possibly could. And, in Alice's opinion, they looked like they had just stepped out of a magazine called 'Rich and Entitled: Teen Edition'.
And Alice found her hand reaching down, pulling her camera out of her bag to capture the two of them. She thought nothing of it, as the twins often liked having her take their pictures whenever she visited their large, mansion-like home.
Hand in hand, the Blossom twins walked onto the sand, nearing the water.
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Alice took one last picture of them as they stepped into the boat. Looking down at her watch, she saw it was still quite earlier in the morning. There wasn't anyone home right now, and walking around the forest seemed better than sitting alone inside, so Alice continued to walk, wondering who she would find next.
