Jellybean POV
I woke up the next morning in a slight daze. I didn't remember that anything was wrong. It was peaceful, to be normal, I guess. That is, until I remembered that my girlfriend's bitchy older sister had told me brother we were dating. "Asshole." I muttered before getting up and dressed. Jughead and I were actually walking together today, again, so I knew I needed to be ready on time. I sighed and put on black ripped jeans and a yellow cropped hoodie. I grabbed breakfast and sat down at a barstool, swinging my legs, as they didn't touch the ground, a little bit too aggressively.
I turned around and saw Jughead come into the room. "Morning." He said. "Morning." I said, slightly slurred as my mouth was full of my muffin. He rolled his eyes. I, forgetting that I was on a stool, leaned back, expecting there to be a back. When there wasn't, I kept slipping and fell backwards, smashing my head on the solid kitchen floor, hard. It hurt like hell. I whimpered and groaned. Jughead, who had been grabbing a bagel at the time, quickly came over to me. "Oh damn, Jellybean are you okay?" He asked. I only shrugged in response.
He reached out his hand to help me up. When I didn't take it, he put both of his hands under my arms and pulled me to the my feet. I, being my pathetic self, leaned against my older brother. Dad rushed out of his room. "What happened?" He asked urgently. I put my hand on the back of my head. "Forgot I was on a stool and leaned back." I said, my speech slightly quieter and weaker than normal. I didn't care that I had hit my head, I wanted to go to school. I wanted to see my Adelaide.
Jughead POV
Jellybean and I were both staying home today. She was acting off and Dad was sure that she probably gave herself a bit of a concussion. Again. Well, that last time wasn't her fault but anyways. Dad said that I shouldn't skip today, but she kept saying she wanted to go to school and I was trying to make sure she didn't mention why. It's not rocket science why, obviously. Jellybean was on the couch, leaning against me. I was holding ice to the back of her head. Dad thought she was saying she wanted to go to school because she was concussed. I tried to explain she had rehearsal today and had been excited. Luckily, he believed me.
"Why can't I just go anyways?" She asked after Dad left the room. "What if she doesn't even know?" She continued to ramble out a bunch of questions. I don't think she would've asked quite so many if she hadn't just bashed her head. "I'll get your phone, just text her." I compromised. She nodded. I grabbed it and came back quickly. I passed it to her. She was typing furiously. After what felt like an entirety, she huffed and set it down. She leaned back against me and I set the ice back on her head. She looked a bit frazzled, to say the least.
Jellybean POV
I had typed a long text to Adi. Hey, I had began. I wasn't allowed to come in today because I accidentally gave myself a concussion. Don't worry. I'm fine. I don't know if you know yet, but Soleil approached Jughead yesterday and told her about us. He's fine with it. I just wanted to make it clear that she found out. You didn't tell her, did you? Jughead is the only one who knows on my side. Rosie'll find out soon enough as well. Get back to me soon. Miss you xox
The rest of the day had went by painfully slowly. I had been texting with Rosie for the majority of it. She shipped it. The painful part was, by the way, both literal and figurative, as my head was aching. I climbed into to bed. I was about to fall asleep when I heard my phone vibrate. It was Adi. Finally. Love! Are you okay????? What happened?! Tell me everything! Moving on. I. Am. So. Pissed. Off. I cannot believe she did that! I'm so mad! I'm so sorry she did that, J. I swear to god I'm not going to forgive her. Such a bitch. Anyways my love, I didn't tell her. She snooped on my phone. I'm glad Jughead took it well. I have to go. I'm really mad and I don't want to say something I'll regret. Feel better. Miss you too girly xox
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Jellybean Jones
FanfictionIt's been a year since FP Jones was released from jail after being falsely accused of murder. His daughter, Jellybean Jones, is finally coming home. She remembers him as a drunk, a dead beat dad, but he had changed in the five years that she was gon...
