"I can't believe it!" I shouted as the car came to a stop.

"Tristesse Everdeen! A boy is missing, and you're complaining. What if that were you? Wouldn't you want our friends to help search for you?" My mother lectured as my father started off on the road again. In the opposite direction of our previous destination. Instead, we were headed back to Riverdale, to help search for the missing Jason Blossom.

"Since when were you guys friends with the Blossoms?" My younger brother Jason questioned with distaste. My brother hated being associated with the Blossoms, especially with the town's golden boy, it didn't help that the two shared a name.

"Oh son, we go way back," My dad chimed in halfheartedly as he focused on driving.

"You do?" Jughead asked, announcing his presence from behind as he shifted forward causing my feet to fall off his lap. Jughead and I were seated all the way in the back of my dad's eight-seat car, while my parents were all the way in the front and my siblings in the middle.

"Your father is part of this narrative too, Jughead," My dad informed as he glanced back at Jugs. Jughead replied by raising an eyebrow in question. "Your father, Fred Andrews and I were like the golden trio."

"Nerd," I scoffed as I sat up, preparing myself for my father's story time.

"All of us went way back... "

Our story begins on a fateful September day, before the night of homecoming. FP and I were friends, best friends, we did everything together, and to me, it didn't matter if he was a Southside Serpent, nothing could tear us apart. Not even the fact that I was drafted to be the running back on the Riverdale Bulldogs.

"Hey, Ever-"

"Hold on a second; you played football?!" My brother exclaimed, interrupting my story.

"Where do you think you got your talent from?"

"I always thought I was adopted..."

"And why would you think that?" My mother demanded as she turned back around to glance at me. I quickly ducked my head to avoid being seen.

"Doesn't matter," My father quickly shut down my mom as he grew impatient from prolonging the tale of his story. "Anyways, as I was saying..."

"Hey Everdeen," A voice laced with laughter called out. "Are you done kissing your boyfriend goodbye?" The sound of echoing giggling could be heard from behind me, indicating to me that multiple people were surrounding me.

"Hold up; you were with someone before mom?" I inquired, breaking my father's flashback.

"Daddy had a boyfriend?" Vivian questioned, completely puzzled. "Does that make me gay?"

"Sweetie, why would you say that?" My mom asked turning towards Vivian.

"My friend's mommy is German, so that makes her German. And because Daddy is gay, I'm gay."

"No, that'd make you bi-sexual, because dad would be into girls and boys." I corrected Vivian who nodded her head in agreement while my brother chuckled and Jughead smirked.

"That's not even-, Why would you-, Let's just get back to the story," My father groaned.

Slowly turning away from F.P I looked over at the football team, the whole team was standing behind Clifford Blossom, laughing, all except the red head kid in the back.

"Fred Andrews!"

"Freddy!"

"Tristesse, Vivian, stop interrupting your father."

"It's not his fault someone enjoys his company," FP defended taking a protective stance in front of me, which wasn't making matters any better.

"Let's get to the field," Clifford grumbled as he scurried off with the rest of the team following him except one redhead.

"Hey! Sorry about that," the kid called out, jogging toward me. "Andrews, Fred Andrews," He announced as he stuck out his hand.

FP eyed the hand wearily before he reached out his own, grasping Fred's hand tightly. "Forsythe Pendleton Jones II, but my friends call me FP."

"FP," Fred nodded as they let go of each other.

"I said, my friends."

"Don't mind him," I interjected standing between the two. "Nicholas Everdeen, but you can call me Nick."

"Thanks," Fred smiled as he shook my hand. "We should get onto the field before Blossom has a little temper tantrum."

"Yeah, we should," I nodded in his direction before turning to FP. "Come over to my house later after practice is done?"

"Sure," He muttered before turning towards Fred, a devious glint in his eyes. "Bye Ginger," FP said before departing with an evil chuckle.

"Wait, this doesn't explain how your friends with the Blossoms," Jason interrupted once our dad was done.

"It's the start of a novel," Jughead announced utterly mesmerized.

"But it never got to the point..." I trailed off.

"Well, I would have gotten there if you guys hadn't interrupted me," My dad argued, huffing.

"Darling, let's be honest, you wouldn't have gotten to the point regardless if they didn't interrupt," My mother reasoned.

"The only thing you managed to do was put Vivian to sleep," Jason muttered rolling his eyes.

"None of you -except Jughead- appreciate me. My own family..."

"It's not our fault you can't tell a story properly," Jason retorted.

"Do you really want to know how we became friends with the Blossoms?" My mom questioned rolling her eyes at my brother's and father's behavior.

"At this point... Not-" Jughead elbowed me on my sides. "We'd love to," I gritted out glaring at a nonchalant Jughead Jones.

"To be frank with you, Penelope and I were childhood friends and we stuck by each other's side for a while."

"For a while?" Jughead spoke up as he leaned over, pushing my feet off him causing me to fall.

"Things happen Jugs. But that's a story for another day."