Alphabet ≫ Jarchie

I is for Impecunious

Impecunious- having little or no money.

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Jughead and Jelly Bean were an incredible tag-team in an unfortunate circumstance.

Their dad was a alcoholic, their mom was a druggie, they ran off to go God knows where and left their children to starve blah blah blah Jughead didn't give a shit and he didn't like to talk about it either.

Jelly Bean was a bit more sensitive over the matter. She was a few years older and she remembered a time when their parents were sane. All Jughead remembered about his parents was their insanity.

The two siblings lived in an actual alleyway. They stole for necessities and charmed their way into getting what they wanted. All the money they managed to gather up went towards their appearances. Pretty people got what they wanted. That was a lesson they had both learned quickly.

"Okay I'll go distract the manager, you get the Advil," Jelly Bean whispered to Jughead as she fixed her hair in the shop window. She was all done up. Her lips were painted a bright red, her eyelashes were tainted black, and her hair had been pulled down from its usual tight pony tail. She adjusted her halter top in the mirror, making sure to expose her cleavage as much as possible, and Jughead rolled his green eyes.

She took a deep breath and pranced into the small corner store with a fake smile plastered on her face. The manager, a sleazy old man who always had crumbs in his beard, immediately took interest in the frequent visitor. He was always touchy with Jelly Bean. Somehow his hands would find themselves on her tits by the end of their short conversations. He'd always make up excuses as to why, but there wasn't an explanation as to how his hands could possibly land there of all places behind a counter.

Jughead hated that guy. He never felt comfortable with the kind of flirting his sister did. She did it for both of them and he was grateful, but one day he was afraid that things would go too far and he'd end up in jail for assault because he had a temper problem he couldn't control at times.

The boy waited a few minutes before calmly walking into the store after his sister. The manger was too busy ogling Jelly Bean's breasts to notice him, so he took his chance and nonchalantly made his way over to where the medicine was. He took a discreet look around, grabbed a small container of Advil, and stuffed it in the pocket of his hoodie. He was good at stealing. He hasn't been caught yet and he'd been living on the streets for almost three years now. In the beginning, he used to feel bad about it. Now, he couldn't care less. He didn't care about anything anymore.

He rounded the corner of the colorful aisles, resisting the urge to take anything else. They only took what they needed. Those were the rules. The front door was in sight and Jughead was so close to leaving, but he didn't see the man to the right of him. With a groan, someone bumped right into Jughead, sending him and the Advil across the floor. The thud got the manager's attention, and the air began to fill with the clumsy man's apologies and worried sentiments. Jughead was too mad to entertain it.

He clenched his jaw and glowered his eyes at the ground. There was no way he could pick up the Advil and steal it now. Too much attention was on him. It was over. A failed mission. Everything would have gone great if some jackass knew how to use his eyes.

His angry thoughts were interrupted when a hand appeared in front of his face. Jughead's eyes shot up and set themselves into a hate filled glare at the man who ruined his heist.