#shewasrubyred

“Maybe” Ruby Buries her face in Alices hair. “Betty told me about therapy so I came to love on you and have you make me breakfast because I’m starving”

In the back of her mind Fp was always it for her. She wanted to hate him and no matter how hard she tried it was never something that stuck. Even with them apart he didn’t seem to go far from her mind and unless she was to leave Riverdale, she would always have little reminders of him. 

So months after Hal’s conviction she was falling back into old patterns she thought she had broken years ago. It was her and him against the world, or so it felt for her at the time. She should’ve known that it wasn’t going to last. She was a Smith girl and nothing of happiness lasted long before it was followed by the next heart break.

Alice was sure that Gladys was gone for good and that she was going to get her happy ending, but the universe was just lying in weight to pull the rug from under her stilettos. 

He had finally gotten the life he had wanted. He was something of high standing, something he had always wanted and now he had it. He was on the right side of the tracks, making something of himself like he had promised her years ago he’d be. It was just that the family he had now was made up of his and Gladys’ kids, not the one she had carried and gave away. 

It had been weeks of avoided phone calls or missed visits and it was weighing heavily on her mental state. See when Alice cooper loved, she loved with every fiber of her being. Taking steps into his office at the station she knew in her gut that she wasn’t going to be the one chosen. She knew that she couldn’t bring back Charles. Take back the years of a missed life they could’ve had together and in the end Gladys held the better hand. Folding hers to see that the other brunette held the ace in the hole; it was devastating. It doesn’t matter now it’s over.

The blonde had been defeated, humiliated and worst of all she felt a fool. As she wiped at the few tears that escaped her eyes she let herself return to her car. Shutting the door she let the car start before she sat white knuckled at the wheel. A good five minutes of crying was spent before she could find the will to stop. Forcing the tears back she pulled down the visor and wiped away the mascara stained mess before reaching for her phone. Dialing her sister who she knew would understand her better than anyone in the moment.

Elena was pretty sure that she should mind her own business, ghost or not, but she felt the need to say something to the other woman. “I would be careful walking across graves, it’s bad luck. Most people think that it is just a superstition but it’s not. Bad luck will follow you.”

Buttt where was the tattoo!?