When Jason Blossom is presumed dead, Riverdale shifts on its axis. Letting in the horror, and darkness that had been held at bay.
Archie, Veronica, Clary, Jughead, and Betty grapple with desires, love, drama, and murderers all while coping with the...
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Jughead Jones
ARCHIE LEANED IN AS I PLASTERED DRIVE IN POSTERS TO THE WALL "How difficult could it be, if I had a little heads-up?" he asked, trailing behind me.
I glanced at him over my shoulder, hammering another poster. "Look, I'm naturally inclined to stay out of it. Not telling you or Clary about anything was the most morally indifferent choice I could make," I replied honestly. Truth be told, I always suspected Clary knew—she's sharp, and Archie, well, he's Archie.
"But Jug, she's not gonna pull a Chuck and write about me and Grundy in the paper, right? Archie's concern was palpable.
I scoffed. "Seriously, dude? You think the situations are even remotely the same?"
"Okay, come on, think about it," Archie pressed. "If there's any chance it could hurt me, Clary wouldn't do it." He hesitated. "Probably."
"Oh, my God," Archie groaned.
I smirked. "I'm kidding. But maybe she's got a point. What's your endgame with Grundy? What do you want?"
Archie sighed. "I want to be with her. I don't know how, but I want to hold on to what we have as long as possible."
"Yeah, I get that. Trying to cling to something way older than me, too." I slapped up a poster for the drive-in's closing night.
"Just... if Clary's gonna do something crazy, can you give me a heads-up so I can stop it?" Archie's plea was earnest.
I didn't think to mention that Clary, who had an emotional breakdown in my arms last night, had turned the investigation into Archie's mistress to her sister Betty. Clary, spent her night writing yet another soul crushing, life ruining, tragic melody of a song. And when she played it for me, it was quite vicious.
I stopped by Mayor McCoy's office to plead the case for the drive-in.
"I'm sorry, but the Twilight Drive-In? It's a blight that's become a cesspool, a hangout for criminals and transients, and the deal's done. Andrews Construction is scheduled to demolish the lot on Monday," Mayor McCoy stuttered.
"Mayor McCoy, when I was a kid, my family and I would go to the drive-in all the time. We couldn't afford tickets for everyone, so my sister Jellybean and I would hide in the trunk until we parked. We'd sneak out," I reminisced, chuckling softly. "It's like my home."
"That's a very sweet sentiment, Mr. Jones. But the future of Riverdale is at stake," Mayor McCoy replied stiffly, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
I headed straight to Andrews Construction to confront Mr. Andrews and plead for some time.
"Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in," I said as I entered his office.
"Yeah, I did. Look, I'm sorry, Jughead. I know how much you love the Twilight, and so do I,"Mr. Andrews replied with a sympathetic tone.
"Mr. Andrews, just give me one week to track down the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish this cinema treasure," I pleaded desperately.
"It's a big contract for us, Jug, and for my crew. Whatever we build in place of the drive-in could mean more jobs..."
"Yeah, in some hypothetical future?" I snapped. "You put one Jones out of work, why not another, huh?"
"Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had no choice but to let him go," Mr. Andrews explained calmly.
"Right. You did what you had to do, just like you're doing now," I sighed, disappointment heavy in my voice. "Later."
"Jug," Mr. Andrews called after me, but I left without another word.
