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Archibald Andrews, also known as Archie, wasn't sure about a lot of things, but one thing he was sure of was that tonight, August 31st, was the perfect night.
Within the presence of his muse, in the sweet-smelling rain-washed darkness that enveloped the lovers, Archie felt safe, safe from the judgment Riverdale population. Archie still couldn't understand how it could be wrong to love Geraldine. She was one of the most caring souls he had the pleasure of meeting during his short 15 years on Earth. Yes, she was indeed a bit older than him, 20 years to be exact, and yes, she was his music teacher, but Geraldine was also the one for him. Kind, beautiful, and smart Geraldine Grundy. The woman with soft highlighted brown hair and a honey-like voice. The woman that looked more like a goddess than a mortal being.
However, goddess or not, Grundy still wasn't able to stop time. But, oh did Archie wish she could, so he could live forever in this warm summer night. When nothing mattered but the battle that their tongues were fighting. When teeth meet teeth, and clothes were welcomed by the damp forest floor, the couple couldn't help but feel like they were in heaven. At least until the rain decided to pop their bubble and make its presence known.
Soft raindrops quickly turned into a torrential downpour. Water washed over the lovers' bodies as they made a run to somewhere, anywhere dry. They ran feet kissing the land, hair slick with the rain, hearts throbbing inside their chest, and laughs filled the silence before broken only by the sound of thunder and lighting. The night seemed to have unexpectedly turned into an adventure, that was until Archie tripped in the lifeless body of Jason Blossom. The quarterback that went missing on the Fourth Of July was now only a corpse with burrowing insects in a night filled with the screams of Ms. Grundy.