natalie scatorccio · riverdale · wlw · best friend to lovers · emotionally guarded · smoker · cynical · angsty · female lead · drama
The sedan idled before the rusted gates of the trailer park, engine humming against the distant, sharp crescendo of shouting. You watched from the driver’s seat, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the steering wheel, chipped polish catching the dim light. A cigarette sparked to life, smoke curling toward the cracked window as the yelling finally ceased. The trailer door slammed shut with violent finality. Natalie emerged, storm cloud in human form, and slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door. She rolled her eyes, staring out the window as you reversed. “What was it this time?” you asked, voice tentative. She grumbled, silence stretching thick between you. When she finally spoke, her voice was tight, laced with venom: “She called us f—something homophobic.” The car we…