jrnalst· ║ COOPER, BETTY :
UP IN FLAMES , A FIERY GLOW SHE REMEMBERS FILLING HER SIGHT , STAINED AND REMAINING . when she recalled the event, the burning of the trailer he grew up in, she figured it really solidified the reality for her that the cooper house was no longer that, it was the jones house. perhaps that was in her best interest though, there were too many memories associated with it in her mother’s name and there was a chance the house would be better suited to new owners. besides, although it was odd to think of at first, she couldn’t fathom anyone better to take on the murder house on elm street than the jones family.
with the play at an end, there were other pressing matters to deal with: the farm, jughead’s mother, and her housing situation among other things. while veronica was generous enough to allow accommodations for her, she knew the raven wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long considering the ordeal her parent’s were going through meaning an alternative was in need. that, however, was on the end of her list. ❝ what are the chances the trailer wasn’t the only source of gladys’ new empire ? ❞ betty posed the question, eyes lifting to the man opposite her. straight back to business, the musical only a temporary break. they had to start asking questions and creating theories on her plans whether already in motion or not to shut her operation down and, hopefully, run her out.
despite wanting to be normal, striving for a sense of calm and making a statement to be simply teens, none of them could achieve that quite yet. they had to get to the bottom of a few more investigations first and although the farm worried her, she wanted to help jughead as she had previously promised him for his sake and for his father’s.
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ALL HE WANTED to do was sleep, to lay down && let the bones that felt so much older than their seventeen years rest for the first time in what felt like ever. . . hell, it might HAVE been the first time, if it were actually going to happen. her simple question, spoken softly from perfectly pink lips, was good natured he knew, but it && its IMPLICATIONS felt as if they might B R E A K those bones.
❝ oh, i’m sure the trailer was just a blip in my mom’s plan. there’s probably a hundred other trailers like it ; the emotional significance of having barrels of drugs cooking where i used to sleep, where jb && i would hide when their screaming got too loud, ENTIRELY lost on her ❞ he frowned, a sense of despondency creeping into his voice.
he wasn’t stupid, he knew the signs, had been handed the pamphlets by the under qualified therapist at riverdale high ; ❛ a lack of appetite && desire to sleep are classic signs of depression ❜ he’d seen scribbled across the bottom or repeated in overly joyous commercials given the subject matter, but he didn’t have the TIME to be depressed, not when his mom was trying to be riverdale’s own pablo escobar, not when betty didn’t have a real place to call home, not when her && archie && ALL of riverdale needed him, his dad at the forefront of it.
❝ problem is finding them all ❞
he PURPOSELY left out arguably the most important part ; not getting caught, because it wasn’t something betty had to worry about. he’d take the fall for all of it, would pretend he didn’t even know her if that’s what it took && since his mom already knew they’d been sniffing around her ❛ business ❜, suspicion was bound to fall to them, but jug REFUSED to even entertain the thought of betty paying any sort of price because of it.
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