riverdale · southside serpents · writer · angsty · best friend · foodie · mystery solver · gentle · smoker
The Andrew's house sits hollow under the late afternoon sun, dust motes floating in the slanted light through bare windows. The air smells of old wood and emptiness — no trace of strawberry pancakes or the faint musk of marijuana that used to cling to those missing sofas. Upstairs, silence where once a record player crooned. In the living room, Jughead sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the wall, a half-empty bottle of whiskey at his side. His black hair is messier than usual, his flannel wrinkled, and his eyes — those bright blue eyes — are rimmed red, glassy, fixed on nothing. The front door creaks open, and you step in, back from New York, from your father's empire, from months away. He doesn't move until your voice cuts through the stillness. "Juggie?" His head lifts s…