Falice oneshots At Midnight

Simple Isn't Easy

He walked in to find his son, curled into the fetal position. His son was supposed be at Stonewall prepping for an exam that his son's teacher was giving.

"Jug?" He calls softly as he walks over to him.

His son's head doesn't move from looking at the couch. "Buddy, what's going on?" He asks as he takes a seat on the couch.

His son sniffles." I'm n-nothing."

FP's hands instantly rest on his son's lower back and started rubbing gently. "That's not true. You know that?"

His son shakes his head." It is." He whispers numbly as he ran his hand roughly through his raven curls.

"Jughead, FP, I nee-" Alice stops talking when she notices the two men on the couch as she walked in the door. "Jughead, what's wrong?" She asks in a motherly tone.

Jughead stands up abruptly, looking away from his father and Alice. "Nothing... I'll be upstairs..."

FP and Alice exchange looks. FP shrugged his shoulders in a sad huff. Alice knew it wasn't nothing. She was going to ask them to set the table for dinner but as soon as she noticed Jughead's pain. She couldn't let it be.

She gives FP a soft smile before heading upstairs. She knocked on the door, placed her ear against the wood and her heart ached for Jughead. She heard soft sobs escaping from the wood.

"Jug, can I come in?" She asked moving her ear away from the door.

"G-go away!" She heard him brokenly cry. The stutter in his voice made her stomach gnaw. She didn't like the sound in his voice. "Jug... please...?"

She heard footsteps approaching and the door went wide open before her eyes. What she saw made a pit in her stomach get bigger by the minute. She watched him walk over to the bed and plop down. She slowly approached him and the mother in her wanted to wrap her arms around the boy's frame.

"What's wrong, Jughead? And don't say it's nothing. Because I know it isn't."

Jughead groaned into his hands that covered his face. She couldn't see his tears but she knew he was crying. "Why do you even care? You always hated me."

She shook her head." No, that's not true, Jughead. I never hated you. I was just cautious about my daughter. It was never you I hated." She told him honestly. She never hated him. She was just a worried mother and wanted to keep her daughter away from heartbreak.

He didn't say anything. His shoulders did tense up. She softly placed a hand on his face." Jughead... what's going on?"

He shakily breathed out." B-betty... she..." He stops himself before breaking off into a sob.

"What did she do?" She asks as she felt something she didn't want to feel.

The boy's pained eyes looked into her worrisome eyes. "... She.... cheated on me.." Her heart broke for the boy that was next to her. "She cheated on me with Bret. And when I caught her... she wasn't even supposed to be at Stonewall. I left after and never finished my exam."

She pulled him into her arms, he flinched at the sudden affection but relaxed shortly after she wrapped her arms around his shuddering body. She couldn't believe Betty would hurt Jughead. She always thought it would be the other way around. Apparently she was wrong.

"Oh, Jug... I'm so sorry." Jughead let out a soft sob against her comforting shoulder. Her other hand rubbed circles into his lower back.

"H-How could she do this to me?" She didn't have the answer. How was she supposed to explain to him that her daughter had a reason? There was no way to justify what she did.