The Blue and Gold Chronicles
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In the old days, she and Archie had come over to his place all the time—hung out in the treehouse, mostly, and chattered to each other and sometimes to him while he worked on one of his excuses to be antisocial. Now he and Archie weren’t fighting anymore, so Betty was talking to him, and Betty and Archie weren’t fighting anymore, so he had no choice but to talk to Betty: and, therefore, the question of “home” was becoming increasingly difficult to avoid.
He'd thought it would be Archie, though. As a rule, Betty Cooper was too polite to ask something straight out so long as he didn’t offer it up himself. Exceptions to this rule were few and far between.
If Jughead was being completely honest, which he generally tried not to be, he would have preferred it if Archie had found out first. Archie was someone Jughead knew well enough to not really care what he thought.
Betty, though...
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- Part 1 of The Blue and Gold Chronicles
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Jughead was having an extremely difficult time trying to prop up the ladder at the right angle to reach Betty’s window--especially because he had to stay quiet, because the Cooper parents were still somewhere in the house, lurking. Finally, he managed it--finally!--and his mind was whirling as he began to precariously scramble up. What could he say? What should he say? What did people say, when they climbed up a ladder to rescue someone from their evil parents and also possibly--?
He could make a Rapunzel reference--but that was a bit too sexist for his taste, and besides, in some versions Rapunzel went a bit insane nearing the end of her time in the tower, so that would be pretty insensitive…
She bent over and slid the window open, and it was too late.
"Hey there, Juliet."
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- Part 2 of The Blue and Gold Chronicles
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Apparently, snow on Christmas Eve was a good thing—and watching a green man with a long neck and a dumb name screech pretty reasonable arguments for why Christmas was pointless was a “treasured holiday tradition, Juggy, so could you please just be quiet and watch the movie?”. Archie had stolen Jughead’s laptop and headphones, so life was bleak and dreary. Betty had absentmindedly thrown an arm over Jughead’s shoulders, and he was trying to shift into a more comfortable position without dislodging her.
The Grinch had reformed and was eating Christmas dinner with gusto when the snow started.
(People always drew snowflakes as little crystalline things--delicate, fragile, with spikes and branches, but really they were more like grated parmesan: like what would happen if someone held a giant grater up against the underbelly of a cloud and rubbed until the little puffballs of snow came falling down.)
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- Part 2 of The Blue and Gold Chronicles
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“Jug.” Archie's face went pale.
“Archie.” Jughead spat out the word like he would a strawberry poison-dart frog.
“Look, I’m sorry, I—“
“YOU STOLE IT,” Jughead bellowed.
Veronica stared from the periphery. “Wait—Betty’s not an it—“
“YOU STOLE IT!” Jughead repeated, and this time he shoved Archie with a strength he definitely didn’t normally have.
Archie stuttered out, “I don’t—I didn’t know—“
“You knew perfectly well what you were doing, Archie,” Jughead growled. “You’re so goddamn lucky, you’re so—you have everything, okay? And you won’t just let me have this one thing!”
“Jug, it was just—“ Archie began breathlessly, but Jughead was beyond reason.
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, running at Archie like a rampaging bull and knocking the much bulkier teen off his feet with the sheer surprise of his attack.
“What is wrong with him?” Reggie asked, fascinated.
Or: no one was expecting Archie Andrews to be tackled before he even got to the football field.Series
- Part 3 of The Blue and Gold Chronicles
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“It’s called necrophilia, Reggie,” and this was not going to help Jughead’s public image, because he didn’t even pronounce it 'necrophilia', he pronounced it 'necropheelia', like some sort of college professor, his voice dripping with disdain. “Can you spell it?”
The effect was immediate. Reggie, yelling, “C’mere, you little—“, leapt over a couch as though it were a house plant and barreled at Jughead. Archie fell into the game automatically; he’d done this a million times before. Jughead wouldn’t move, he never did, so Archie stepped in to block Reggie’s path.
“Boys—“ Veronica’s voice shouted, but no one noticed.
Reggie swung a fist, Archie ducked, and—
“Reggie!”
On the other side of the room, Betty was standing, her hands curled into fists.Series
- Part 4 of The Blue and Gold Chronicles
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Jughead Jones would never forget the day he found out about the night job.
“Jug.” Archie sounded slightly out of breath. “I think I’m gonna have to...cancel. On the road tri--p.” (Halfway through ‘trip,’ his voice caught in what sounded like a wince, but couldn’t be.)
Jughead frowned. Archie had been totally stoked about the road trip--even going so far as to help Jughead with the playlist. “Football practice go bad?” he tried. If Archie had some sort of injury or something...well, it would suck, but it would make more sense...
“Uh--sort of.”
“What d’you mean, ‘sort of’?”
Archie exhaled shakily. “Just--I’ll--I’ll see you later, alright?”
Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed. “Archie, what’s wrong?” he insisted.
Click.
Jughead stuffed the phone back in his pocket, hastily unfolded and pulled on a pair of orange Bugs Bunny socks (they had been Jellybean’s, but one day he had grabbed them accidentally and stretched them out by wearing them all over the place, so they were his now), plunged his feet into boots, snatched up his beanie, and set out for Archie’s house.
Something was off, and Jughead Jones would be damned if he didn’t find out what it was.Series
- Part 5 of The Blue and Gold Chronicles
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There were moments where there was nothing left for him to say, where nothing could make up for the water under the bridge. There were moments when he held on and held on and then he realized all that he was holding on to was empty air, because everything that he had been holding on to was gone. Even when he waited, nothing ever came back. But he just kept waiting, and nothing came. He kept waiting, because there was nothing else to do. They kept running, because the alternative was past facing. They never came back.
It was a fact of life that when you walked out a door and meant it, you never saw that door again. (Unless you were Jughead. He always came back. Maybe ‘cause he, of all people, knew how much it hurt to be left behind. Maybe ‘cause he was dumb like that.)Series
- Part 6 of The Blue and Gold Chronicles