Lucky// Jughead x Reader (book one in Lucky Series)

Chapter 1

Riverdale. Home sweet home. A bittersweet place for me. A place where my friends lived, where I grew up, where I belonged. But it was also the place he killed them. It hurt being here. Being back in Riverdale. But as I stood by the welcome sign of Riverdale it rushed through me all over again.

It was May 31st. A nice mildly warm day. I tighten my grip on my suitcase as I step into the town. It was a long walk to the tiny apartment I called about. The landlord took the cash at the front door and places an envelope in my hand. I smile at him. "2nd floor on the left," He says. I nod and climb up to the apartment. I place my bag on the ground and examine the door. The big brown door was cracked and chipped. The metal plate that has the number 4 painted on it is tilted, to the point of almost falling off. I take a deep breath in and unlock the door. Versus the outside, the inside of the apartment was quite nice. You wouldn't even imagine they were the same building. I look around taking notice of the things. It's a one bedroom, two bathroom apartment. One full bath in the bedroom and another half bath connected to the living room. The walls are a tannish gray color with a creme carpet topping it off. I walk back to the bedroom and place down my suitcase on the ground. My eyes move around the empty room. I sigh lightly and can hear the echo around me. I need furniture or just to put in here. To make the space feel more like mine and less like some place I'm squatting at until the owner chases me off. The only furniture in the apartment currently is a gray loveseat is in the living room, an old brown bedside table in the bedroom along with a matching dresser, a small closet with a hand full of hangers pushed from sides, and a plastic trashcan in the kitchen. Of course the kitchens and bathrooms have their base items but anymore that that was on me to get. The only reason I even have what I do is because the landlord didn't want to clear out what the last resident left. Instead he just clean it and decided to pawn it off on the next unlucky renter. Me. I move back to the living room to sit down onto the couch with my laptop bag. I dump out the contents of the bag and my jar of money falls out. I decide to take this first and flip through the money adding it all up in my head. "$1698. Rent for the apartment was $190 a month. A cheap mattress and bedframe would be another 100 each. Food is a bit and a little bit of for an escape if this all goes wrong," I mumble to myself, "I need a job." I'd have to get one soon or else I'd be on the streets. A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts about my financial struggles. I jump up and peep through the peep hole in the door. I see the slender frame of my Aunt Lily. I open the door and she smiles at me. It's welcoming. Something I haven't seen in a while.

"Running away from your foster parents?" She asks, "I get that, but why back here in Riverdale."

"I missed this place, the people here," I say, "besides I didn't run away. I transferred custody to you. It's different." She fixes her eyes on me sternly.

"Tell me you are not here for him," She says at once, "tell me."

"I'm here to survive, to live my life and not be with people who only keep me around for a paycheck on my behalf," I say to her, "honestly he wasn't even in the thought process for the decision." She nods sighing light. She pulls a bag from her purse then hands it to me.

"Here," She says. I take it examining it at once. Its a green bag with a bank's logo printed on it. I unzip the bag and pull out cash. Lots of it. It seems like someone's saving. I look up to her curiously. "Money your mom saved for that nice fancy house that you guys always talked about."

"I can't-" I protest.

"It's no mansion away from your dad," She interrupts. "But It's something. So just- Just Make this place nice for her." I nod.

"I will, I promise," I say. She pulls me into a quick hug and leaves with a smile on her face. I stand deciding to move through the apartment to my bedroom. I fling my suit case open reaching for a wrapped item on top. I tear off the newspaper revealing the picture frame containing the picture of my sister and mother. Both filled with joy and hoping for the future. I sit it down on the dresser smiling lightly back at the women. I'm back in the town they loved so much. Riverdale.

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First part. A new story. About my baby Jughead Jones.

(2019 update) Hey this book has a million reads isn't that crazy? Anyways I'm editing the writing here and I swear it gets better and I get more into the style of how the characters interact and speak.