Weirdo - Jughead Jones

26: FP Jones

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This chapter is dedicated the the Heathers musical episode.
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I rubbed my eyes as I sat in the hospital waiting room. I hadn't been able to sleep since we found my dad the night before.

The image of him on the forest floor was vivid in my mind. There was blood all over him, coming from a wound on his side and another on his head. He was barely conscious. When we found him, Jughead called his dad, who called the police when he got there. He had us leave the scene so that Jughead could get me back home. I didn't want the sheriff to call my mom. She visited dad that night. I could hear her leave from my bedroom. I hadn't seen her since the search party.

I came to the hospital to see if my dad was okay, and to see if I could talk to him about what happened. My dad was finally in my life again, and the first time I would be able to talk to him would be in a hospital room. Finally, the doctor approached me. "Good afternoon, Miss Parker."

I raised my head to look at him. "Hi."

"Has your mother talked to you about what happened?"

"No." I shook my head. I stood up. "Is he...?"

"Your father is alive," he gave a reassuring smile. "However, he is in a coma, and the bad news is that... well... we don't know when or if he'll wake up."

My chest deflated. "O-oh...."

"I'm sorry. Would you like to see him?"

"Um. N-no thank you."

I didn't know what to do. I stood outside of the hospital. I just stood there staring at the ground with tears in my eyes. I couldn't move. It was like my brain stopped working. My thoughts were slow and distant. It seemed like my hand moved on its own when I called Jughead. He didn't answer.

I don't know when I made the decision to go to Pop's, but my feet took me there. My tears were gone and my face was blank and emotionless as I took a seat in a booth.

It felt like hours later when a group of figures appeared by my booth. "Madison?"

I looked to see Archie, Veronica, and Betty. They shuffled into the booth with me.

"Mads have you seen Jughead?" Betty asked me.

"Um. No, why?"

They paused. "We messed up, Mads," Archie said. "While Jughead and FP were out last night, Vee and I went into their trailer."

"What?"

Veronica spoke up hesitantly. "I wanted to see if I could find anything suspicious that would prove that FP was working for my father.... It's a long story. Maddie, we didn't find anything incriminating at all, but—"

"But FP just got arrested for having a gun that matched the bullet found in Jason's forehead," Betty finished.

"Which means that someone planted the gun in his trailer after we left," said Archie.

I held my head in my hands as I tried to take it all in. "So where's Jughead?"

"We thought you would know," Betty said.

I shook my head. "I called, but he didn't pick up."

Just on time, the bell on Pop's front entrance jingled and we all looked to find a weary looking Jughead shuffle in. His eyes were red and tired. His beanie was disheveled. As soon as he saw us he began to turn around and leave.

"Maddie," I heard Veronica say. "You're the only one he'll talk to."

I looked at her and nodded, getting up from the booth and walking quickly towards him. "Jug, wait."

He paused outside, and I carefully met him. I had no idea what to do. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke. "Did... did you know about this? About Archie and Veronica? When we went to the forest?"

"What?" My eyes widened and started to water. My voice was low and shaky. "No. Do you really think I would do something like that?"

He didn't meet my eyes. "No.... I don't know anymore."

"J-Jughead, if you just talked to them—"

"I don't want to talk to them."

"But they didn't see anything when they broke in. They searched everywhere and found nothing. The gun was planted, Jug."

"Then why did he just confess?" He finally looked at me.

"N-no." My mind was trying to work but too much was clogging it. "That's not... That can't be...."

"I'm gonna need to be alone for a while, okay?" Jughead sniffed. His voice was shaky.

"O-okay." I looked at him again. Before he could turn away, I wrapped my arms around him and held tight. At first he tensed and didn't hug back, but after a moment he slowly put his arms around me and rested his head in my shoulder. His arms squeezed a little. "I love you," I told him, my voice barely audible.

I heard a faint "I love you, too" in response.