"Jason Blossom was dead, Clifford Blossom was found out to be the one who murdered him and then proceeded to hang himself, Cheryl Blossom had attempted to drown herself in Sweetwater River, Archie's father was in the hospital after being shot during a burglary at Pop's diner, Hiram Lodge had been released from prison and had removed his wife and Veronica Lodge from Riverdale taking them back to New York, and my dad was still in prison. Basically, everything was going swimmingly. As if after Jason's death we needed life to get more fucked up, Betty and I had broken up, Archie spent most of his days at the hospital, and a new rival gang had moved into town. The Greendale Grizzlies, they were from the next town over and they just happened to be the arch rival gang to the Southside Serpents and since my father who was the leader of the Southside Serpents was imprisoned the Grizzlies thought that they could move in on the territory. If Mayor McCoy thought that the murder of Jason Blossom had shaken up Riverdale she had no idea how badly a turf war would destroy our once wholesome town."

My phone buzzed on the table top of my usual booth at Pop's. It took me out of my own little world of writing. It was a text from Betty, it read "Hey Jug, you want to go run by the hospital to go see Archie with me." Although Betty and I had broken up, we still remained friends. The thing was we were never meant to be together, we were polar opposites, she was light, I was darkness, she was from the right side of the tracks and I was from the wrong side. She was the perfect girl and I was the fucked up kid whose dad was in prison. And once Veronica left Archie needed her more than I did. I had known since we were younger that Betty and Archie were destined to be together, I had just gotten in the way of that.

"Sure," I replied back as I closed my laptop. I sighed as I looked around the diner. The world seemed so different now, nothing seemed right. Fred had been a better father to me than my own father and now he was in the hospital fighting for his life. It seemed insane to think that he might die. Archie's mother had come back from Chicago to be with him. I feared that if Fred, if he did die that Archie would be leaving. He couldn't leave, I couldn't handle not having my best friend around me, not with everything else that was going on.

Quickly I stuffed my laptop into my bag before heading up to the counter paying for the two cups of coffee I had ordered before making the walk from Pop's to Riverdale's hospital which was about a mile walk. I didn't mind walking it gave me time to think. Writing was the one thing in my life that gave me clarity, I had written stories ever since I was little. Writing allowed me to have a voice, something I didn't think in such a fucked up world a teenager could have. But it also allowed me to tell peoples stories. That was one of the reasons I had decided to write about Jason Blossom, I agreed with Betty, this town never seemed to want to discuss anything of what had happened. Everyone just wanted to go back pretending that Riverdale was such a perfect little quiet town. But the thing was, I had always known that Riverdale wasn't perfect. My dad and I were part of what made it not perfect. The thing is the world's not perfect, and I don't think we would ever want the world to be perfect. We would all get so bored.

By the time I got to the hospital Betty was already sitting on the front steps.

"Juggie!" She called running towards me. "Where did you walk from?"

"Pop's," I sighed as I gripped the strap on my bag.

"Jug, why didn't you tell me, I would have come and picked you up."

"No offense Betts but I really didn't want to ride in the car with your mother."

Betty quickly looked at the ground. "Jug, I'm sorry."

"It's just with everything that's going on I'm kind of freaking out."

"You don't think I am too!" She snapped causing a silence to fall between us, only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves could be heard.

"Betts," I started.

"Let's go see Archie," She said as she turned around and started towards the hospital stairs.

That's when I noticed the girl with (y/h/c) hair coming down the stairs, a bandage on the right side of her forehead.

"(y/n)" I exclaimed as the girl turned to look at Betty and me.

"Jughead, Betty!" (y/n) exclaimed as she ran right to Betty pulling her into an embrace.

"Oh my God (y/n), I thought you moved to Greendale?" Betty said shocked as (y/n) came over and hugged me.

"Hi Juggie." She smiled. "I did, but my dad's decided he wanted to move back. So I came with him."

"How have you been (y/n)?" I asked her looking her up and down. She still looked the same as the day she moved away. (y/n) had grown up with Archie, Betty and me, we were like the four musketeers, because yes there was four of them. We were inseparable, every school day we ate lunch together, we had most of our classes together, and during the summer all of our days and nights were spent hanging out together. I had become the closest with (y/n), we lived in the same neighborhood, well, I don't know if you can call a trailer park a neighborhood. But all of that changed when the summer before freshman year, her dad up and moved his entire family to Greendale without saying a word, we didn't even get to say goodbye to (y/n) before they left.

"I've been okay; I see you are still wearing that stupid beanie I gave you as a present." She laughed as she grabbed my beanie taking it off as he ruffled my hair before handing my beanie back. "What are you guys doing here?"

"It's Archie's dad," Betty said sadly as I quickly put back on my security blanket of sorts.

"What, what's wrong with Mr. Andrews." She asked shocked.

"There was robbery down at Pop's and Archie's dad tried to stop it, he got shot, they don't know if he's going to... if he's going to be ok." I said and suddenly she turned white as a sheet.

"Wh...what." She asked.

"We are heading up to go see him, if you would like to join us, I know it would cheer him up to see you." Betty said as she grabbed (y/n)'s hand.

"Uh... of course." (y/n) responded almost mindlessly as we all headed up the stairs.

"What happened to your head?" I asked her.

"I, um, I tripped, hit my head on a curb, you know me such a klutz." She said but I knew she was lying. I knew that (y/n)'s dad beat her.