Jellybean Jones

Chapter 85: No November

Third Person POV
"This jacket is my pride and joy." Jellybean said, staring at herself in Rosie's mirror. They had just gotten back from thrifting. It had been Rosie's idea of course. Jellybean had found a true 80's oversized, light wash jean jacket that suited her perfectly. She couldn't stop admiring herself.

"It's a little warm for a jean jacket, don't you think, Jones?" Rosie replied, smiling. "Oh hush, you love it." Jellybean replied. "Of course I love it, it's adorable." Rosie agreed.

The pair sat down on the latter's bed. "So, what do you wanna do? My parents aren't home, the house is ours." She questioned. "I dunno." Jellybean said, popping the collar of the jacket and pulling it tightly around her. "Cutie." Rosie said, giving her a shove. Jellybean blushed, she wasn't good at taking compliments, she never had been.

Rosie had instantly loved Jellybean's new nose ring and had approved of it instantly, she was realizing that her friend was embracing herself and doing so with her looks. So, she decided to suggest something.

"Okay, crazy idea..." Rosie began, grinning. "I'm listening." "You should let me cut your hair." She finished, waiting for a reaction. Jellybean rarely cut her hair, she just let it grow. It was well past her chest, and about 6 inches up from her hips. It had started to get wavy again, as it has been when she was younger. This annoyed Jellybean because it caused it to be frizzy, and often tangled.

But she never noticed that everybody else thought that it was cute, quirky, almost.

"Rosie..." She said, giggling. "C'mon Beans! I could give you straight across bangs!" Rosie wanted to give her friend a new look, maybe even boost her confidence for high school by hiding her scar more. Rosie knew how self conscious it made the other girl.

Jellybean was tempted by this, she too made the connection between bangs and her scar. "Okay, but not those trendy basic bangs that are super thin, but also not super thick, just kinda, um, medium?" She said, laughing. "I know what you mean, I promise I won't you turn you into a basic birch, Beanie." Rosie said, smirking.

"Hold up, I'm texting my Dad first." Jellybean said. "You're texting your Dad for permission about whether or not you can cut your hair?" "Don't question it!" She insisted jokingly.

Jellybean POV
I grabbed my phone and started to type, not sure why I was asking permission at all.

Me: Can Rosie cut my hair?
Dad: As long as it's cOnSeNsUaL.
Me: Dad, what the hell?
Dad: It's Jughead, dumbass, Dad's driving.
Me: Where y'all going?
Dad: He's dropping me off at Archie's then going to work, if you must know.
Me: I must now. Now ask him the damn question.
Dad: He says yeah, just don't fuck it up. That's a lie he didn't say fuck. But still.
Me: Tell him thanks, I'm finna go now.
Dad: Don't say finna.
Me: Don't tell me what to do.

"Sooooo?" Rosie asked, looking at my phone over my shoulder. "He says yeah." I smiled. "Let's go, Jones." She pulled me in the direction of the bathroom. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

"How short we goin'?" She asked. I hesitated. "You choose." I blurted out. "Your future is in my hands." She chuckled menacingly. "Oh shut up." I giggled.

"Just be careful." I pleaded. "No promises." She teased. "Rosie!" "Of course I'm gonna be careful, dumbass." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. "Don't make it look bad." I reminded. "I'll try my hardest." She promised. "You better!" "I'll even use the good scissors." She added. I nodded appreciatively.

"I'm gonna shut my eyes." I mumbled. "You trust me that much? Damn girl, I've really got the power, haven't I?" She smirked. "Less talky talky, more snippy snippy." I requested. "Whatever you say, Jones."