Jellybean Jones

Chapter 84: Josh Dun

Jellybean POV
"Okay but how much do you think it will hurt?" I asked Jughead. "Eh, about this much." Before I could react, he pinched my arm aggressively. "You bastard!" I shrieked.

"Your brother is not a bastard, Jellybean." Dad said, joining us in the living room. Jughead stuck is tongue out at me. "Oh, that's right, the only good bastard is Alexander Hamilton-" I began. "For the sake of all of us, do not start going off about Hamilton." My brother cut me off, laughing quietly.

"Okay but seriously, I want to know how much it's gonna hurt." I insisted. "I don't know why you think I know, but I'd assume it'll feel like when you got your ears pierced." Jughead replied. I groaned. "That was a long time ago. Besides, they got infected a week after and I had to take them out. Hence my lack of earlobe holes." I said dryly.

"Actually I had to take them out, you were to scared you would 'slice through your ear.'" Dad teased. "Yeah, yeah same difference." I said, fidgeting with my hands. "Ah, fighting nerves with sarcasm, a classic tactic." Jughead said, messing with my hair. I swatted at his hand.

"I can't help it, I'm related to you, aren't I?" I sassed. "I'm taking that as a compliment." He responded. "Do what you wish." I said, too unfocused to think of s witty comeback.

"Jellybean," Dad said, sitting beside me on the coach. "This is something you want to do, even if you won't admit it. Besides, think of all the pain you've endured, this is nothin-" "Okay...but I've never had a needle through my nose before." I interrupted, my nervousness blinding me from hearing the truth in what my Dad was saying.

"It's too late to back out now, c'mon." Jughead persuaded. "It's never too late to back out of–" "C'mon!" He repeated. "Oh fine, oh fine." I mumbled, getting up and slipping my phone into my blackish grey skinny jeans pocket. I was wearing my slip on checkered vans, and I don't care if they're 'basic' they're friggin cute, and I pinkish blush coloured cropped tank top. It was August, after all.

"Get her in the truck before she can back out." Jughead joked. "Will do." Dad replied, grabbing my forearm and dragging me out the door. "Bye!" I called weakly. "Good luck." Jughead said.

Jughead POV
Dad was taking Jellybean to get her nose pierced. The other day, I had gotten home from Archie's and found Jellybean twisting a paper clip around a pencil. When I had asked her what she was doing, she went on to explain that she was making a fake nose ring. It was cute, really, she got all flustered and embarrassed and insisted that she just wanted to see what it looked like. Which was complete bullshit.

I managed to get it out of her that she wanted to get a real nose piercing, but was too scared that Dad and I wouldn't approve. I then went on to remind her that we both have literal gang tattoos and she could be twinning with Josh Dun. I only knew who Josh Dun was from all of the goddamn Twenty Øne Piløts memes she sends me, but it seemed to persuade her.

She ended up asking Dad who did, in fact, most certainly approve. Thus, our plan for today was born. I was staying home with Pigwidgeon. Or, more specifically, I was letting this be a dad and daughter thing.

Jellybean POV
"To be fair, you did say I could hold your hand." I reminded Dad, as he complained about how I had allegedly cut off his circulation. "Jellybean, I still have nail marks on my hand, and your nails are short." He replied. Jughead snorted at this, knowing full well that it was a lesbian thing.

I was quite pleased with the nose ring itself, I thought it looked pretty badass, right alongside the ever present scar. It had faded now, the blade had actually been fairly thin and it was healing nicely. It was practically just a slightly sticking out line of a pinkish red colour. I had started to cover it with concealer, and it was hardly noticeable, but I didn't like the way makeup makes my skin feel.