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When Flora realized her youngest sister was going to be arriving home, she freaked out. The house was an absolute wreck, she was hungover, and she wanted to do more for her sisters arrival home. She had been on such a bender lately that beer bottles scattered the floor, the tables, everything. She wanted to throw up.
Originally, when Meredith arrived home, Flora had a completely different plan in mind. There was going to be a cake, a banner, small fireworks, and maybe even a clean house. Flora was sure there wasn’t enough time for her to do everything she planned on doing for Mer, but she was determined to get as much done as possible. How hard could it be to bake a cake and clean the house at the same time? She whipped out her wand and started working her way into the kitchen, trying to put together the cake ingredients as quick as possible. She liked marble cake and while Flora would love to try to make that from scratch, she needed to use the baking stuff she already had stored away. Once she had that being mixed, she started to use her free hand to start throwing away beer bottles. It felt like there were thousands, but she needed to get them in as quick as possible. She almost over-mixed the batter and sighed, dropping a beer bottle on the ground by accident but managed to save the batter. She cursed under her breath, putting the cake batter in the pan and in the oven as quick as possible before focusing on the bigger mess at hand. It was getting to be a little harder than expected, but Flora was determined.
She spent the next hour cleaning the house and trying to hang the banner she quickly painted on the front of the house. She forgot about the cake completely and was so determined to finish everything, that she didn’t notice her sister approaching the house.
**disclaimer*** this one is kind of sad! Happyish ending but still sad! Read at your own risk!
Silence. Absolute earth shattering silence.
That was all Jughead Jones could hear. His toes buried deep in the damp sand and his head tilted back as the clear blue water misted through his ink black curls.
One year, it had been one year since the whole of Riverdale had been shaken too its core, a change that would forever alter the way the tiny town would be seen. No one thought of Maple Syrup or Sweet water River when the name , Riverdale, was brought into conversation. There wasn’t the typical mutual nod of agreement at the far too small town. No, it was much darker now, much more quiet.
Riverdale was now and forever known as the town where the beautiful blonde cheerleader had driven herself to the County Garage, lowered the gate and locked her car doors all the while leaving her car running, when the shop had opened early the next morning they had found her dead in the front seat, her diary open to a simple white piece of paper with the words
Written in pink cursive.
Betty Cooper had killed herself. Betty Cooper had taken her life. Betty Cooper was gone.
Jughead bit back tears. He should have been there for her, should have seen the way she was slowly but surely fading away, her bloody palms and swollen eyes. But he was selfish, he was so caught up in his own world, his mother leaving, his fathers drinking, he hadn’t been there, he hadn’t saved her and that was something he could never forgive himself for.
“I’m so sorry Betty, I’m so damn sorry.” Jughead whispered, tears streaming steadily down his cheeks.
“What on earth are you sorry for?”
Whipping around to see the added voice Jughead nearly threw up at what he saw.
It was her, it was Betty, standing in front of him, her long blonde hair left down and curly and wearing the same pair of overalls she had been in the night she had died.
“I’m crazy. I’m absolutely insane, god help me I’ve officially lost it.” The dark haired boy scrambled to his feet as he squeezed his eyes shut desperately trying to get her face out of his head.
When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see his vision still standing before him staring expectantly, hands on her hips and an amused smile on her lips.
“well this isn’t the welcome wagon I was expecting. I’m sure the ghost of Christmas past got treated much better than this.” Betty teased, dropping down in the sand and patting the space beside her.
“This isn’t real. You’re not real.” Jughead mumbled, hesitantly taking the open spot
“Maybe I’m not. Maybe I am. I’m not really sure how this whole ghost thing works. Obviously I’m new to it. This could all be a dream so why don’t you just sit back and enjoy it. I’ve been told I’m great company.” The familiar giggle rippled through the air, it was different though almost… hollow.
“why are you here? Why are you haunting me? What have I done?” Jughead questioned, head aching and spinning.
Betty reached for him then, fingers cold and hard.
“You haven’t done anything, I’m not here to “haunt” you. I’m here because you need me. You asked for me remember? You wanted to see me again and here I am.“ Her voice was calm and quiet as she soothed Jugheads troubled mind.
"You… you’re dead Betty. You killed yourself. I just.. why would you do something like that?”
It came out before he had a chance to filter himself and suddenly he realized how long he had been waiting to ask that question, how desperate he was to know the answer.
Betty sighed softly, leaning back and digging her fingers into the sand
“I know that it’s hard to understand, I know that it was selfish but I felt like I had no choice. I never really had a choice, my whole life was planned out for me and it just.. it became too much. I’ve always had this… this nagging feeling and I thought about, I really really thought about it for a long time and.. I just had to Juggie. I’m sorry.”
Jughead nodded absently, he was sitting on the beach talking to a ghost, and the next thing out of his mouth was
“You look good.”
He cringed, yeah smooth.
Betty smiled brighter than he had seen in years.
“Well thanks, i feel great. Remember how your dad used to call me angel when we were babies? Well it’s official I certainly am one now. By the way how is is FP?”
Jugheads smile dropped
“He’s taking all of it… hard. It’s a lot at once.”
“I’m sure, ya know I get to come down and see my mom whenever I want. Polly had the babies, she named one after me.. I wasn’t sure if you knew or if you’ve been able to get out..”
Jughead shook his head
“She brought them by, got some bright hair those kids. I like Elizabeth the best.”
“I’d have been a good aunt ya know. I’d have spoiled them rotten. But they have Cheryl for that. Can you believe she brings me flowers twice a week. I thought maybe she would stop after a month but it’s been a year and she still does it. Dang that girl can talk too, I think she thinks my gravestone is her diary.”
Jughead smiled, slowly lowering himself onto the sand completely
“Veronica and Archie miss you, they’re a mess.”
The beautiful blonde angel smiled softly
“They’ll be okay. Sometimes it’s tough to see them so upset. I saved Fred Andrews ya know? He was so close to reaching the light before I got there and told him to get his butt back down there and take care of his son, lord knows Archie needs the guidance.”
Turning his head to face Betty, Jughead reached out and laced his fingers with hers.
“Does it get easier? The whole dying thing?”
Betty scootched herself into the tired boys side
“It’s hard at first, you think about everything you’ll miss, you see the way it affects the people around you but eventually it becomes better. If I could take it back I would. I wouldn’t have killed myself. I’ll never get to be married, have kids, but a house, get a dog. But I was living in a shell. You learn to live a new life, sometimes it feels empty and lonely but..,” Betty trailed off
“But it will get better” Jughead finished.
Betty looked at him sadly and nodded
“I think so. I think it will be better.”
Jughead dropped his lips to her forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I have to go now Juggie.” Betty whispered
Jughead nodded, his vision blurring and his arms feeling lighter, just before he felt it slip away to black He heard her soft voice one more time.
“I’ll see you soon Juggie.”
Waking up two hours later in the hospital bed, the tubes that had now become a permanent part of his body felt heavier and his mind was at ease. The cancer had taken his hair, half of his body weight and most of his sanity, in his final days the eighteen year old boy would say goodbye to his family, to his friends, even to Hotdog. But he wasn’t afraid anymore, no, not when he knew just what was waiting for him.
And when the one year anniversary of his death came around he wasn’t alone, hand tucked into a tiny one littered with moon shaped scars they sat together on the beach, watching Veronica and Archie walk the shore, remembering the two people who had shaped their lives.
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