The Future Freaks Me Out

“Um, my dad asked me to drop this off for Sheriff Keller?” Grace began. “Do you know where I can find him or are you able to get this to him?” she finished, holding up the letter. She was surprised she was sent on the Southside of all places, but considering it was to the police station she figured he assumed she’d be sage there.

She gave the boy the once over, then down to the food in his lap. “Wait, sorry, are you eating? I don’t mean to interrupt you or anything. It’s just a letter of endorsement I think. No real rush if you’re busy.”

Kevin smiled, gearing his head towards his dad’s office. “I can get it to him. I was supposed to be bringing him his lunch but he’s as busy as always.” He didn’t mind it, he also had nothing else to do at the moment as his own school work was on hold.

He shook his head. “No. No. This is for my dad. Feel free to sit right here. I’d actually enjoy the company. Right now I’m mildly annoyed this guy won’t message me back. I know it’s lame and all but..Riverdale has a lack of options.”

Fangs had enough going on lately that once he sat down in the reasonably comfortable lounger in the break area of the high school, he was almost asleep immediately. It probably wasn’t the best idea to nap on campus, but it was simply one of those days where he couldn’t bring himself to care. That was of course until he heard a bang of sorts, a door being slammed or a textbook being dropped perhaps, and his head snapped back up, eyes still drooping slightly before he rubbed at them. “What’s with all the noise?”

He had been typing away on his phone, flipping through the various social media apps with the food container taking the place of the empty seat next to him. Kevin didn’t realize the place was starting to pick up, presumably citizens of the South Side finally able to report crimes and getting whatever help they needed. Kevin didn’t realize someone had been standing in front of him until he was sending a snapchat of his location and the person’s body took up most the photo.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He said, moving the container into his lap. “H-hey. What are you doing here? No offense, I just didn’t expect to see you here.”