Blake and Jughead were already sat in the Blue and Gold office the next day when Betty walked in. She quickly told them about her date with Trev and that her dad had sent Polly away because she was suicidal.
"Betty, I'm sorry. That's hardcore." Jughead said.
"I asked my dad if I could call Polly. He said she was doing better. But then, when she heard about Jason's death, she had a big setback. He doesn't want to risk another one."
"Why does a rich kid sell drugs?" Jughead said a little insensitively.
Blake glared at him. "He was running away from his parents. He needed the money."
"Yeah. Probably. Or drug dealers." Jughead said.
"Oh, my God. Is that possible?" Betty asked but Blake just scoffed.
"It's a theory. Yours is more likely." He turned to Blake.
"It's not a theory, he told me himself, Jug." She muttered.
"But why would he have to run away from mommy and daddy?" Jughead queried.
"Because they're monsters." Blake said.
"Yeah, but why, specifically." Jughead said.
"Well, we can't exactly just ask them." Betty said.
"So, we have to ask Jason." Jughead said seriously.
"Are you proposing a seance or..." Blake trailed off.
"No. Dead men tell no tales." He smiled. "But their bedrooms, their houses."
"So, during the memorial you're suggesting we sneak into Jay-Jay's room." Blake raised her eyebrows.
"Well, we have you. That means we have insight." Jughead said.
"I've only been to Thornhill like three times!" She shot back.
"Still, you know where his room is. You know where they would hide things." Jughead smirked. "Therefore, we have an upper hand."
"Only after the memorial at the wake. Okay?" Blake compromised. Saying that she didn't want answers would have been an utter lie.
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Misfits (Jughead Jones)
FanfictionON HOLD Riverdale was a normal suburban American town. Half the people pretended to be perfect and the other half didn't bother to put on a façade for the world. Nothing unusual ever happened in the little town. That all changed on July fourth when...
