𝓳𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓿𝓾 || JUGHEAD JONES ¹

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~JUGHEAD'S POV~

I was in my booth, watching Twilight Drive-In's last show. I looked out of the window to see Veronica and Cheryl sitting on Kevin's truck and Kevin kissing some Southside Serpent guy.

I texted to Rose, again, but she didn't reply, she didn't even saw it. Maybe she fell asleep, that might happen. The most likely and normal scenario to think was assuming she fell asleep.

I tried to focus on the movie, it was drive-in's last show, it was important to me but all could think was Rose. Dammit, where was she?

I looked out of the window again, and then I saw Rose, rushing towards my booth.

"Hey, Vanilla." she said as she entered the booth. She was breathing heavily. "Sorry, I'm late. I lost track of time."

"It's okay." I said kissing her forehead. And it was okay, all it mattered to me that she was safe. I didn't want to lose her again. She was the reason why I was so interested in Jason Blossom's death.

The one who killed Jason Blossom was the one who harmed her. I stared at her arms, she was wearing a sweater with long sleeves, she was always wearing a sweater or a jacket. An attempt to cover her scars.

I pulled her, making her sit on my lap. She giggled as I kissed her neck.

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~ROSE'S POV~

It has been a week since the last show of Twilight Drive-In. Jug was refusing to tell me where he was staying, after asking like a million times, I finally gave up.

Betty was finally okay that Miss Grundy took off when Mr. Andrews threatened him. She was sad, thinking she betrayed Archie but still she was happy that Miss Grundy has left.

Her new obsession was to find out who killed my brother.

Archie was dating Valerie - one of the Pussycats- or at least wanted to date her, a quick turn after losing Miss-What-We-Have-Is-Real. Not gonna lie, he was my best friend but still he was a player.

Josie was dealing with issues about her father.

Everybody had their own problems.

But all of us were here, in Thornhill, listening to Cheryl speech. Jason Blossom's memorial. In memory of Jason Blossom.

Because he died.

Not coming back.

He broke his promise. He promised he'd call to make sure he was okay.

I quickly stood up and ran upstairs. I couldn't do it.

I couldn't accept the fact that Jason was dead.

I couldn't watch people who barely knew him come to his memorial and act like they are sorry.

I couldn't help but hate myself knowing that if only I could remember what happened we could find JJ's killer.

I couldn't help but feel guilty thinking Jason would be still alive if we said no when he asked for our help. He wouldn't be happy but at least he would be alive.

I entered my room, holding Jason's jacket - he gave my mom and I took it -, thinking maybe if I don't let this go, Jason will come back.

Stupid, yes. Vulnerable, yes. Meaningless, yes.

Still I hold it, still I don't want to let go.

I looked up when I heard the sound of door closing. Jug walked over me and sat near me on my bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"No. No, I'm not okay. He was one of the most important people to me. I cared about him, I thought if I helped him, it would be better for him." I said. "But no. He died and I ended up with a memory loss. Fuck, Jughead, I know who the killer is but I freaking can't remember."

"I know it has been weeks since he past away but still I can't believe he is gone. I don't want to believe he is gone. Stupid, I know." I continued. "I don't want to go to school like nothing had happened. I don't want to act like nothing had happened. I don't want to smile like nothing happened."

"I am not Cheryl. I can't cover up my wounds by dancing with Josie and the Pussycats on stage, I can't act like nothing had happened, I can't go to homecoming weeks later my brother died."

I stopped for a second and stared at Jason's jacket. "I know this is what he would've wanted but I can't. He was a part of me and now he is gone. Everyone down there is acting like they actually cared about Jason but they didn't. You are not here for Jason, you are here for me. Veronica and Archie are here to support and probably pity us. Betty, God knows what Betty will do, is here because she wants something."

"Veronica didn't know him. Betty hated him. You only talked with him because of me. Archie only knew him from football. None of you really cared." I said. "The only ones who care are me and Cheryl. I didn't see our parents grieve. They are emotionless monsters. They lost their child but they act like nothing happened."

"And now I'm going crazy, screaming about my dead brother and his memorial." I force myself not to cry, trying to hold the tears inside. I cried a lot lately, I hated crying, I didn't want anyone to see me crying.

I hated that Jughead saw me crying, and not one time, almost every time. I didn't want anyone, especially him to think me as weak. But still here I was, sitting on the cold ground, tears falling down my face.

"I hate it when you cry." he said. "I know you can't right now but I want you to be happy, always."

"I am sorry you always see me crying." I said after I could finally stop my tears running down my face. "I am not weak, you know."

"I know. And crying is not a weakness. You can't bottle up your feelings. You are strong because you know your emotions." he said. "I probably don't." he whispered. I almost didn't hear. I wasn't going to ask him about it now but I needed to make sure there was nothing bothering Jughead Jones.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: OKAY, YOU MAY ASK, "WHY THE HELL IS THIS AUTHOR WRITING SO MUCH ABOUT JASON?". IT'S BECAUSE YOU KNOW, ROSE'S BROTHER SO I WANTED TO INCLUDE HIM MORE, CHERYL WAS SAD BECAUSE OF HER LOSS, TRUE, BUT IF I LOST MY BROTHER I WOULD FEEL MORE SAD, YOU KNOW.

OKAY, THANKS FOR READING MY STORY❤️🌹