The Fourth Musketeer (Part 2)

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Requests: I just read The Fourth Musketeer and I’m in love! Will you release the next part soon? I can’t wait ❤❤❤

Can u please do a part 2 of “the four musketeer” please?

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Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Veronica has become invested in (Y/N)’s story, and so she seeks out those who knew her.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,437

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A/N: I have been having so much fun writing this series, hope you guys enjoy this part!

“(Y/N)” was the only word that came out of Veronica’s mouth as she sat down at the lunch table. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin’s heads all snapped up.

“How do you know about (Y/N)?” Kevin questioned. Veronica shrugged.

“Archie was kind of having a meltdown at Jughead’s party,” she answered. Betty and Jughead shared a concerned look.

“God, what happened?” Betty asked.

“He was screaming her name when I came up,” Veronica explained. "He babbled on about how much he loved her and that he should’ve told her and that he kissed her.“

“Wait, he kissed her?” Kevin interrupted, his eyes doubling in size. He glanced over at Jughead and Betty who appeared to be just as shocked as he was.

“You didn’t know?” Veronica’s eyes widened.

“No,” Jughead muttered, shaking his head. "He never told us.“

“We always knew they had a thing for each other,” Kevin elaborated. "But we never knew that something actually happened between them.“

"When did she move?”

“Two years ago,” Jughead answered. "The summer before eighth grade.“

"There was this dance,” Betty reminisced, “in the fall of our eighth grade year.”

“Archie was gonna ask (Y/N),” Jughead frowned. "He was preparing himself ever since he first heard about the dance.“

"And he never got the chance,” Kevin sighed.

“Do you know why she moved?” Veronica inquired. The rest of her table shrugged.

“Probably her dad,” Betty replied. "He was a really intense lawyer, and he got relocated to some big city firm.“

”(Y/N) was gonna try and stay with the Andrews,“ said Jughead. "They were more than willing to take her in, too. But-”

“But, of course, her parents wanted her to go with them,” Veronica finished. Jughead grimly nodded. "So two whole years, and Archie still isn’t over this girl?“

"Well the thing is,” Betty grimaced, “he never coped well with her leaving. After (Y/N) left he was… strange. He practically denied her existence.”

“Seriously?”

"Yeah,” Kevin chimed in. "He never talked about her or anything. It was pretty frightening, actually. It seemed like he had completely forgotten about her.“

"And if you’re wondering why Archie can’t get over her,” Jughead answered Veronica’s unasked question, “it’s because he was always in love with her.”

“Yeah, he told me that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t think you understand though,” he said. "They were both so in love. They were always there for each other, caring for each other. When Archie’s parents were fighting, (Y/N) was there; whenever (Y/N)’s dog died, Archie was there. You couldn’t find one without the other. Betty and I were also good friends with them, but those two? They were inseparable.“

Maybe it was Veronica’s fascination with dramatic love stories; maybe it was her desire for an explanation as to why Archie didn’t return her feelings for him. Either way, she found herself searching for more information about (Y/N). That was how she ended up at the Andrews household. Archie wasn’t home.

”(Y/N)?“ Fred Andrews repeated, holding a beer as he sat across from Veronica. "I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

“I, on the contrary, have been hearing her name quite a lot lately,” Veronica shrugged, sipping on a glass of water. "So what happened between her and Archie?“

"Oh, I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Mr. Andrews sighed. "It’s Archie’s tale to tell.“

"He already told me about her,” Veronica quickly explained. "But only the happy parts. Only the parts he wants to remember.“ Mr. Andrews exhaled and took another swig of beer. He stared at Veronica for a moment in silence.

"Why do you want to know?” he finally asked.

“I like hearing stories,” she shrugged. “This sounds like a good book.” Fred Andrews laughed.

“If this was a book,” he responded, “my son would’ve had a happy ending with that girl.”

“Maybe he will,” Veronica offered. "I don’t think the story’s over yet.“ Fred’s laughter shrunk into a smile. He cleared his throat.

"If there’s one thing you should know about (Y/N),” he started, “it’s that she is the purest soul you will ever meet. She was kind and gentle, and she was exactly what Archie needed.” Veronica quietly nodded, intrigued. "I knew both her father and mother quite well. So, of course, when our children were born around the same time, we knew we wanted them to be best friends. A couple years later, we realized we wanted them to get married.“ Fred Andrews and Veronica both laughed. "Sometimes in the movies you see the boy and girl resisting each other because when you’re little, it’s gross to talk to someone who’s the opposite gender. That was never the case with Archie and (Y/N). They were both sweet on each other.”

“That’s so cute,” Veronica cooed.

“It was,” Mr. Andrews sighed. "I remember this one day; I think Archie was eleven at the time. He and (Y/N) were at the park all day, as they usually were. That night, he came running home and swung the door open. His mouth was going at a mile per minute. When I finally got him to slow down, he told me that he was in love with (Y/N). He had the biggest grin on his face.“

"The day he kissed her?” Veronica clarified. Mr. Andrews chuckled.

“Yeah. God, it made me so happy. I knew that he sometimes overheard his mom and I fighting, and I was worried that it would somehow affect his relationships. That kind of stuff damages a kid, you know? But he had stars in his eyes as he talked about (Y/N), and I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy since then.”

“I heard you offered to take her in,” Veronica changed the subject, “when she was going to move.” Fred Andrews stiffly nodded.

“Archie’s mom and I fought a lot. But (Y/N)’s parents? That poor kid. She slept over here so many times because the screaming was keeping her awake. And the saddest part was she never cried or appeared to be sad. She would just come in here, clutching Archie’s hand, looking up at me with big sad eyes and politely asked me to stay. Of course, I never refused.” Veronica frowned. "When I heard she was moving, I was concerned about how crushed Archie was, sure, but I couldn’t bear to let (Y/N) go off on her own with her parents. At least when she was in Riverdale, I knew she had a safe place here. Now, I don’t know if she has one.“ He took a long swig of beer before continuing. ”(Y/N) was like a daughter to me. Archie isn’t the only one who loved her.“

"Sounds like a special girl,” Veronica commented. Fred nodded.

“She was.”

“Have you ever considered writing a book about this?” Veronica sat across from Jughead in Pop’s. He lightly glared at her, lowering his laptop lid.

“Write about what?” he snapped. She had interrupted his writing when he was in the zone.

“(Y/N),” she answered. Jughead shot a glance at Betty.

“You know before Jason Blossom was shot, (Y/N) and Archie were the most interesting things in Riverdale.”

“Wasn’t there a two-year gap between (Y/N) leaving and Jason getting shot?” Veronica inquired.

“Isn’t it interesting that someone so in love could just pretend that the person they loved never existed?” Betty countered on Jughead’s behalf.

“Touché,” Veronica muttered.

“Anyways, to answer your question, of course I’ve considered it,” Jughead said. "In fact, I already wrote a whole novel.“

"Seriously?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed simultaneously. Jughead nodded nonchalantly.

“Of course. But I do think something is missing,” he responded. Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I kept it non-fiction,” he elaborated. "I didn’t add anything that didn’t happen. Although, I guess now I’ll have to put in the kiss. Anyways, I don’t have a plot twist.“

”(Y/N) moving isn’t plot twist enough for you?“ Betty asked a question this time.

"That’s the climax,” he explained. "Everything that happened after that was the falling action. I have no plot twist and no resolution.“ All three sitting at the table furrowed their eyebrows. A faint jingle alerted the diner that there was a new customer. Betty casually glanced up and then did a double take at what she saw. She gripped Jughead’s arm.

"Is that plot twist enough for you?” she whispered, gesturing towards the entrance. Jughead and Veronica’s gaze both snapped towards the front, their focus attaching to the figure who just walked in.

“No way,” Jughead breathed.

“Is that…” Veronica trailed off, unable to form a sentence. Jughead and Betty both nodded, confirming her suspicions.

“(Y/N).”

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