"When I was younger I always wanted to be a dancer," I say as I look at my sister, "I don't know if you'd remember that." Oliva looks up at me carefully. "I used to choregraph dances for us to show mom." Oliva smiles softly. "I wish you got more time with her. She was amazing."

"My foster mother was really nice," Oliva says, "I know it's not the same but it helped a bit." She looks down. "Why did you leave Caleb and I?" I sigh softly. I knew it would come to this. "We lost mom and Delilah, dad was arrested, and then you and Adam just left us."

"We didn't want to," I start, "we wanted to stay so bad."

"Then why didn't you?" She asks finally.

"He and I got mixed up in some real bad things," I say to him, "we messed up and we weren't allowed to stay. I'm sorry we were being selfish." I watch as Caleb runs around outside with other kids. She's been on edge lately. Wanting to be around me more than ever before. "What's with you lately? I mean you guys haven't wanted me around the entire time you've been here. What changed?"

"I feel bad," She admits, "I mean we've lost a whole bunch of family I just don't see the point in pushing away what's left."

"True," I tell her, "I take it Caleb doesn't share then sentiment?"

"He doesn't care either way," She admits, "he's always just does what he feels is right and lately he's been trying to get more involved." I sigh lightly.

"Well we could try to be more like a family," I tell them, "that doesn't sound awful."

"What like family game nights?" She offers jokingly.

"White picket fences and home cooked dinners every night," I add, "girls wear dresses and skirts while the boys wear nice slacks." She chuckles lightly. I smile over at her. "Don't worry I won't make you wear pearls."

"And we won't marry you off the second you come of age," She adds. 

"Nice one," I say to her, "mom used to joke about having one of us girls marry rich so we could get us all away."

"You still could," She says smirking at me, "dump the hobo and find a rich boy!"

"I've been with rich boys and they aren't really my taste," I snap back.

"Ugh you are going to be poor forever," She groans, "well I hope you like that basement."

"Watch it little girl or someones gonna stop giving you free food at pops."

"Yeah right," She says, "you like me to much."

"I don't even give Jug free food," I correct, "that arguments false." We both laugh at the comment. My eyes move back to the picture book in front of me. She got me talking during my search for my bio dad. I wanted to look at who my mom was hanging around at the time. No luck so far. Instead I've toured a couple colleges, given Cheryl pretty much all I can for vixens, and got a state award for a couple of my painting. Meaning sure I've done shit but still no progress on the dad thing. 

"Who's that?" Oliva asks pointing to a picture. I follow her gaze to see a picture of Adam and Polly.

"That's our brother Adam and Betty's sister Polly," I tell her, "Adam was in love with her." I look down sadly. He never got to see her again. If only he got to. Maybe things would have ended differently. 

"Oh is she the one that had the babies?" She asks me. I nod.

"Yep the ones I baby sit," I tell her, "Juniper and Dagwood."

"Terrible names," She says.

"Juniper is okay but Dagwood is just not it," I say as I flip the page. "Anyways they were friends and that was the first date that he ever took her on. They went roller skating but mom sent Jughead and I to spy on them." 

"That had to be annoying," Oliva says. 

"Probably," I say to her, "hey do you want something of moms?" She nods. I move pulling my locket from my neck. It's an old one my mom got from Fred when they were younger. It has a picture of Her and Lily in it. I move clipping it on her. As I pull away I give her a big smile. "Mom gave that to me the day she died. It's really special so please be careful with it." 

"I will," She says, "I promise."

"Good," I say to her, "now I'll be next door with Jug for a bit. If you guys need me don't be afraid to come over." I stand pocketing my phone then move off towards the Jones-Cooper residence. I swing open the door to see Betty and Her mother at the kitchen table. "Hello Cooper/Smith women," I call, "I have made the daring journey here to see my boyfriend is he here?" I ask them.

"Not yet," Betty says. The loud phone ringing interrupts the conversation from going forward. Alice moves to answer the phone call. "How are the twins?"

"Fine," I tell her, "Oliva had a conversation with me. A real one. And she enjoyed it." Betty gives me a look showing she impressed. "I know." 

"Cooper-Jones residence."

"Are they finally coming around?" She asks me.

"Who knows but at least it's something," I tell her. Alice hangs up the phone and turns walking past us.

"What? Was it about Polly?" Betty asks. Alice seems completely unfazed. She moves reaching into the drawer and pulls out a big knife. "What are you doing?" Alice moves coming towards us. I move back away towards the door. "What are you doing? Mom. Listen to me Mom!" I yank Betty back as Alice comes at us with the knife. A blank expression on her face. "You're acting just like Polly. You're acting hypnotized." Betty suddenly jerks away clapping loudly. Suddenly Alice stops. Then looks around in confusion. 

"What's going on?"

"What the fuck do you mean whats going on?" I ask her, "this psycho as bitch! I swear I'm calling FP-"

"No no! Don't do that," Betty says to me.

"And why the hell not?" I ask Betty, "she's trying to butcher us!"

"Why am I holding a knife?" Alice asks.

"This bitch," I say harshly.

"You don't remember?" Betty asks her.

"Did somebody Did the phone ring, or did I imagine it?" Alice asks us.

"Ah cut the shit," I say at once.

"No, it rang, you answered," Betty says, "Whoever called must have said something that I don't know, triggered you into attacking me."

"Is that even possible?"

"We need Charles to trace that phone call," Betty says. She texts her brother then looks to me. Pure confusion in my aura. "You probably have questions?"

"No not at all," I say sarcastically, "this is pretty normal. Alice is always walking like a low budget horror movie villain." 

"I think her and Polly were hypntoised," Betty states confidently, "both of them got a phone call then attacked someone- attacked a Betty."

"A betty?"

"A person named Betty," Betty explains, "Polly did it at Shady Grove. My mother here. You don't seem surprised by any of this-"

"Honestly at this point I've learned that literally anything can happen in Riverdale," I tell her, "I really shouldn't be surprised over anything. I mean fuck think about what's happened in this town Betty."

"Fair point," She says, "wanna help me with this case?"

"As much as I'd love to Jug has me recruited for his thing," I tell her, "so next time you have a crazy scheme I'm game." 

"Speak of the devil," Alice says. I turn to see Jug walking towards us. I smile brightly at him.

"Hey babe," I say cheerfully, "you look cute today-"

"Gross get out of the kitchen with that," Betty starts. I roll my eyes moving towards my boyfriend. 

"Fine, let's head to your room okay?" He nods leading me upstairs. Betty's old room was turned into his room after she moved out. And now she sleeps in the converted basement. Bad draw for her. Interesting draw for Jughead. As we reach his room he explains the situation to me. He's now trying to find his Grandfather so he can ask about the Baxter's Brothers stuff to I don't know expose them? I got distracted halfway through the tangent.

"Why don't you just take it?" I ask him, "you earned it."

"I want to know if they screwed my grandfather over first," he tells me.

"I mean and trust me I know how this sounds but - does it really matter? You're dad said your grandpa used to beat him. He was a bad guy who cares if he got screwed over?" I ask him.

"What's stopping them from screwing me over?" 

"The fact that you are one of the smartest guys I know," I tell him, "besides you've got me and everyone else. We wouldn't let them screw you over. Okay?" Before he can reply his phone rings. He moves answering it at once.

"Hey, Charles, any luck?" Jug asks as he holds his phone to his ear. 

"Yeah. I found him," Charles says on the other line, "More specifically, the U.S. Postal Service did."

"Wait, seriously? How?" Jug asks.

"Evidently, Forsythe has a P.O. box in Seaside," Charles informs him, "He checks it once a month when he comes in from the forest."

"Wait, did you say forest?" Jug asks.

"Does that mean something to you?" Charles asks.

"No," Jug says, "thanks for working with us." Charles let's Jug go then the raven turns to me. "Let's go find him." 

"Is that really the best idea?" I ask him. He nods.

"It's the only way I'll know for sure," Jug says. I sigh standing up from his bed. My keys in hand. I look back to him. 

"Fine but if we go and find out its nothing then you are taking the stupid book deal," I say at once, "forget all this stupid riverdale is the worst bullshit and focus on your future."

"Deal," He says to me. I smile at him. Offering my hand over to him.

"Then lets go," I tell him.

He and I move out to my truck piling in. 

"Well lead the way," I tell him. 

The drive is short. But also filled with Jug's weird investigation tension. At times like these I think he'd rather have Betty. The two of them have always been better at this detective shit then me. I really don't mind that either, I mean I don't really like this detective stuff. I'd much rather just sit down and just relax enjoy my senior year. I mean I've got a new routine for Vixens that I need to get down before Cheryl eats me alive and I have to finish my sketches for my art project. I love spending time with Jug don't get me wrong but I'd rather be playing video games or watching old movies.

"Alright this should be about it," Jug says, "you ready?"

"You should be asking yourself that," I say softly as I move parking the truck. We climb out and start moving through the woods. His hand clutching mine tightly. I can't help but wonder why he's doing all this? Why is  he pushing this so far?

In the distance I see a beat up old trailer.

"That's probably it," I tell him, "we need to be careful I'm sure he's out here because he doesn't want visitors-" Just pulls us forward without even giving it a second thought. "Jug Jug!" I whisper harshly as he yanks me along behind him. "Jug-" 

Before I can whisper yell any more a man moves shoving a shot gun in our faces.

"Oh mother fuck," I growl.

"You hold it right there, kids," The old man says harshly, "Now, you are trespassing on private property."

"If you're Forsythe Jones the First, then I'm your grandson," Jug says to man. He lowers the gun and looks at us tensely. 

"I I I I guess you'd better come in, then," He says. He opens the door wide waving us in. Jug moves in right away. Does he have a death wish? This man just head a gun in our faces and now he's just jumping into his trailer. I swear to god this year is gonna end with him in a body bag. 

"Babe come on," Jug says to me. I sigh lightly.

"18 years is long enough I guess," I say as I follow him into the trailer. Once inside I notice it's not all that neat and is obviously just for him. I wonder how long he's been out here. Or if he's plotting on murdering us so we don't tell anyone that he's out here. Hell this might not even be the guy. We'd never know. 

"Uh this is my girl friend Y/n," Jug says. The man nods to me. I smile nervously. Seriously this man is giving off about thirty red flags.  

"Whatever your dad said about me is probably true," Forsythe says to us.

"I'm actually not here to talk about that," Jug says, "Yet..." I chuckle tensely. "I'm here to talk about one of your old classmates, Francis DuPont."

"Well, I remember Francis, all right," Forsythe says.

"Look, I think you wrote the original Baxter Brothers book, not DuPont," Jug blurts out, "I think he stole your idea and then he published it under his name."

"Oh, you got it all figured out, haven't you, boy?" Forsythe says. Jug smirks lightly feeling proud of figuring it all out, "Except your facts, little mixed up."

"Well, why don't you help me sort them out?" Jug says. The old man nods lightly.

"I always loved detective stories, so, uh, I come up with this notion to write a book about teenage detectives," He starts.

"Right, the Baxter Brothers," Jug says, "So how did DuPont steal it from you?"

"You're getting ahead of the story here," The old man says, "You see, I was burning out at Stonewall, so, uh, I quit. The only thing I had to show for it all is this one Baxter Brothers story. I didn't know what to do with it. Francis said he did. He offered to buy it from me."

"How much?"

"$5,000."

"$5,000? That franchise is worth millions now," Jug says.

"Yikes that's gotta suck," I say to him, "seriously."

"Over the years, When I saw how popular Baxter Brothers became, I grew bitter, started drinking and took my anger out on the world, and on my son," He shares, "Eventually I figured it'd be best for all concerned if I just-"

"Went out for a pack of cigarettes and didn't come back?" Jug asks. 

"Yeah," He says.

"This is why I hate men," I say to them, "they fuck up then run away. You know sir- it really sucks that you messed up but damn taking it out on your son? You fucking suck."

"Y/n!"

"You know I don't have a filter," I tell my boyfriend, "seriously this isn't a new thing." I turn to the old man. "So it wasn't that DuPont stole your book you gave it away. Good to know. Can we leave Jug?" 

"Wait I have a couple more things," Jug says softly. I nod. "Mr. DuPont asked me to be the next ghostwriter."

"Is that a fact?" Forsythe asks. 

"All this time, I I had thought that Mr. DuPont was killing people in order to keep the secret that he stole the book from you," Jug says.

"That's quite the theory there," Forsythe says, "If that was the case, he would have killed me too, wouldn't he?"

"Yeah"

"A word of advice for you. I messed up my life. I messed up your father's life. You seize the opportunities you're being given," Forsythe says. The share a look but it's interrupted by my phone loudly ringing. I pull the phone to my ear. 

"Sorry," I say to them. I step out and bring the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey it's Pea," Sweet Pea says on the other line, "you're with Jones right?"

"Of course," I tell him.

"Then can you all head to the hospital?" He asks me.

"Why?" I ask him in panic.

"FP got shot he's stable and he'll be okay but they're keeping him overnight," Pea informs me, "I figured you guys would want to know."

"Thanks for calling to tell me," I reply, "We'll be there soon. Tell FP that."

"Got it," He says. I hang up the phone and move back inside. The two guys are talking but stop to look at me.

"Sorry to interrupt," I tell them, "but something happened with your dad. We need to go." 

"Is he okay?" He asks me.

"He's stable," I tell him, "but we should get going." He nods. Then looks to his grandfather.

"You should see him at some point," Jug says to the man. The man looks away. I sigh taking Jug's hand.

"We should go Juggy," I say softly.

"Yeah," He replies, "let's go." I hold his hand tightly as I lead him off. By the time we reach the hospital FP already looks better than I thought he would.  "I leave you alone for one day and you get shot," Jug says to his father. The older man laughs lightly.

"Well, I've had worse and I'll be home tomorrow morning," FP tells us, "Where you been anyway?"

"I should probably sit down for this," Jug says. He moves sitting at his fathers side. I stand behind him resting my hands on his shoulders. "I, uh I found Grandpa. He's living in Seaside. He's in a converted bus."

"Sounds about right," FP says harshly, "What'd you do that for?"

"Mr. DuPont offered me the Baxter Brothers contract," Jug says. FP scoffs harshly, "I wanted to talk to Grandpa before I signed or not."

"- And now that you have?"

I watch the boy anxiously. I hope for his sake that he finally takes it. Puts some faith in his writing and himself.  

"It turns out I was wrong. DuPont did steal the idea from Grandpa, but he did it legally," Jug says, "And for what it's worth, he feels bad about the way he treated you. He knows what he did to you and Grandma. And he knows that he was a bad father."

"Yeah, that he was," FP says.

"But maybe this wild goose chase I went on could be worth something," Jug says.

"Like what?"

"Would you be willing to talk to him if I brought him here?" Jug asks his father.

"Doc has me here overnight. I guess if he wanted to stop by, couldn't exactly say no could I?" FP answer. Jug smiles then looks to me.

"Let's go get the old man," He says to me. 

"I'm gonna actually head home," I say to him, "you can take my car. I'll call Archie." 

"Oh- are you sure?" He asks me.

"Yeah I'm tired and I have a lot of homework," I tell him as I hand him my keys, "but good luck." He nods. As he moves off FP looks to me carefully.

"I have something I need to tell you," He says at once, "I know who your dad is."

"You what?" I ask him harshly, "you knew and you didn't tell me? Why?"

"Because he's a deadbeat and I know you are expecting to meet some guy who's gonna sweep in and become this great dad," He says to me.

"FP I just wanna know," I say honestly, "I don't want to hunt him down I just need to know."

"Fine," He says at once, "Your dad he's."

The words that leave his mouth send shock to my core. He's lying. He has to be. There's no way.

"Frank?" I ask him, "you're kidding me. Frank Andrews?" 

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this is short and like not good but hey hey so is riverdale