Jellybean Jones

Chapter 63: Beanie Boy

Jellybean POV
Adelaide was already sitting at our usual booth as I entered the diner. The bell rang shrilly as I pushed the door open and I could've sworn it had gotten louder over the years. I slid into the seat beside my girlfriend and leaned against her. "What's going on, Jones?" She asked softly. "Life." I sighed. "Nervous for the play, Miss Darling?" She questioned. I giggled. "Yeah." I admitted shyly. "Well don't be." She said lightly. A waitress came to take our orders, something that, for some frickin reason, always gives me anxiety. Adi got a burger and I got a milkshake, but we were going to share anyways.

"I don't remember what being straight feels like." I said bluntly, as a guy who I think is supposed to be attractive or something walked in. Adelaide laughed sharply. "Jellybean, your gay is showing." She teased. "And yours isn't?" I retorted as she put a hand on my thigh. She smirked and grabbed a fry from the plate that had just been set down. I sipped at the milkshake before she grabbed it from me. I rolled my eyes playfully and took a bite of the burger.

"I'm going to ask something hella stereotypical, love love." She said hesitantly. "O-Okay?" "Do you believe in love at first sight?" The words came out of her mouth in a flowing manner, as if this question had been on the tip of her tongue for ages. "I used to think it was something they made up in those cringy Christmas movies but then, I saw you." I answered. "You're so cheesy." She chuckled. "And you love it." I remarked. Our lips locked and the stress of the day was gone. Just like that, just a simple kiss.

Jughead POV
I wasn't surprised with Jellybean's reaction. Dad and I had been deep a conversation about Penny Peabody and the abrupt halt to our chatter would've seemed fairly odd to an outsider. I don't know where she had gone, but if something happened to her while she was out, it was on me. The sleep deprived girl had left without the slightest amount of hesitation, a signature move of the Jones' girls.

I didn't blame her though, I would have done the same thing. She didn't get back home until well past seven and looked much happier than she had when she left. She had been with Adelaide, I knew it. I could always tell. She gets this look of hope, of love, in her eyes whenever she's been with her girlfriend. I assume I get a similar one whenever I'm around Betty Cooper. Betty Cooper. I was getting worried about the blonde girl who I had fell in love with. I could only hope she would be at school tomorrow.

Night had fallen now, the suburban scenery that once was visible out the window was now a deep black. Dad was in his room, I was in the living room. I didn't know where my sister was. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Bean." I said quietly, hoping to win her over. She didn't move, let alone react. I stood up and embraced her. Nothing. She was like stone, cold, hard and unmoving. "What?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and returned the hug.

"I'm too damn sensitive." She complained. "That's not necessarily a bad thing." I replied. "Goodnight, Jughead." She said and left the room. "Goodnight." I mumbled. I sighed, disappointed in myself for letting my sister down. I felt like I failed her every time I did, even though it rarely happens. It still does though and I can't seem to forget about it.

Jellybean POV
I wasn't going to bed, god no. I just didn't feel right not saying goodnight to my brother. I grabbed my notebook and started writing. I Look in the mirror. I see beauty, I see grace, I see tears stream down my face. Very poetic, I thought with a smile, but very real too. I sighed and smiled weakly to myself.

In that moment, I wanted to be kissed and hugged and touched and pushed against a wall and loved by my girlfriend. I wanted to feel her skin against mine and the softness of her lips against my neck. I just wanted her. "You're only fourteen, dumbass." I muttered. I was positive I was one of the few virgins amongst the eighth graders, but that didn't mean I had to have sex. You don't want to have sex, you just want to be kissed angrily by a girl until your lips are sore and you're out of breath, I reasoned with myself. That's not much better, I guess.