Jellybean POV
I felt tears sting my eyes as I entered the math classroom and sat down, trying not to be noticed. To my complete and utter relief, I wasn't. I didn't pay that much attention. Rosie, who was sitting beside me, knew something was up. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to fill her in before I had to get to rehearsal. I entered Mr. Cassidy's room before anyone else and marched right over to him."Am I still in the play?" I asked bluntly. He looked up from what he was doing. "Usually, people greet one another with a simple hello." He said sarcastically. "Mr. Cassidy." I said pleadingly. "I can't take you out of the play." He explained. "And?" I asked, hoping for more information. "You're just so good at acting and it would be a real shame to have somebody replace you this far in. Besides, you give him what he deserved." He told me and gave a subtle wink. I smiled.
"Mr. Hill however, can be easily replaced by his understudy. I'm against homophobia greatly, Miss Jones and it is my call to keep you and toss him." He added. "Thank you." I said, both breathlessly and relieved. Rehearsal went well. But in my mind, today hadn't. Though I didn't get any remarks about the fight and I was still in the play, Adelaide had gotten mad at me. It was just about the worst feeling in the world. I felt like crying once again. I watched her walk out of the school and completely ignore me. I bit my lip and waited impatiently for Jughead.
Jughead POV
I was still pretty satisfied with my comeback at Reggie as I walked to the middle school to pick up my little sister. I hoped today went well for her. I saw her standing at the front of the building. She was near tears. It was brutally obvious. She walked over to me quickly as soon as she saw me. I wrapped my arm around her as soon as I could reach her. "You alright?" I asked, we had begun to walk home. "No." She whispered.She didn't talk again until we were back home and sitting on the couch. "I-I get to stay in the play. Mr. Cassidy kicked him out though. He said I can't be replaced but he can be." She told me, without the slightest fragment of happiness in her voice. "Jellybean, that's great!" I exclaimed, feeling relieved. She didn't seem to be. "Did today go okay?" I asked worriedly. "It went just fine. Nobody c-commented or said anything about it." She said sadly.
"Then what's the matter?" I questioned. I was more concerned than ever. What had happened to her? What went wrong? Or was this just the way she was now? "I messed up, Jug." Jellybean mumbled, her voice breaking. "I didn't tell R-Rosie or Adelaide where I was all week and Rosie didn't care but Adelaide got mad." She whispered. She sounded like she was hurting a lot. I didn't like it one bit.
I saw tears start to stream down her pain face. "It's okay." I whispered, pulling her into my arms. I knew what it was like to have your girlfriend be mad at you. "And she's been acting, well I don't know, distant lately. I'm worried Juggy." Her voice was so frail. I tried to shush her, not wanting to get her worked up. "It's okay. It's all going to work out and if it doesn't, then you can slap me for lying." I told her, trying to cheer her up. When I didn't get a reaction out of her I was even more worried than before.
I had homework that needed to get done, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I just wanted to comfort my little sister. She only continued to cry. She stayed snuggled up in my arms for nearly two hours. I just about fell asleep. The feeling of her chest rising slowly up and down was a sense of comfort and it made me feel safe.
The sound of Dad getting home from work frightened us both. Jellybean flinched and hid her face. I tightened my grip around her small figure. "Relax it's just me." Dad said, grinning as he opened the door. Jelly didn't move from her spot. I could tell she was crying again and didn't want to explain why to Dad. Knowing that she couldn't see him, he gave me a 'What the hell is up?' look. She's okay. I mouthed, but really, I could only hope she was.
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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...