Hush now, baby, don’t you cry. mama’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true. mama’s gonna put all of her fears into you. mama’s gonna keep you right here under her wing. she won’t let you fly buts he might let you sing. mama’s gonna keep baby cozy and warm. mama’s gonna help build the wall
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NEW THEME & header & icon are going to wait until tomorrow! new tags tonight. ( I may archive the blog and start over honestly. )
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this shit it getting done tomorrow, or this weekend.
he remembered the way she liked her eggs as easily as she recalled his coffee order. it was muscle memory. everything about her is imprinted into his bones. at least the Alice he used to know. how much has she changed since then?
“I’d like to think Jughead learned his gentlemanly manners from somewhere.”
after adding milk he poured the eggs into one of the clean pans to cook on the stove. leaning against the counter next to the stove he stirred them occasionally with one hand holding the hot mug she’d poured. hopefully she’ll feel better with the aspirin.
“is that what you’d call it? you must have some strange dreams at night Alice Cooper.” he regarded her over the top of his mug. she was always good at making coffee. “I thought it was too. a dream, I mean. I always used to – well that doesn’t really matter.”
his focus went back to the eggs before adding toast to the toaster. he hadn’t made breakfast for someone else in a long time. it’s practically therapeutic.
“do you regret coming over?”
she watched him make the eggs. “from what I hear Jughead has great manners.” though, her daughter may be a little biased about the whole thing.
her head tilted at his stopped sentence. “you used to what?” she asked him curiously, taking another drink of her coffee. the pounding in her head was slowly starting to dull. she took a few paced steps and sat herself at the small table in the corner. “do you regret me coming over here?”
with what state she was in and the information she gave him, she wouldn’t be surprised. “I know it couldn’t have been easy to hear --- all that.” every thing had just been piling higher and higher, she finally spilled over. had to tell someone. she had used to tell FP everything.
he knew her, every dark corner, every bright idea. or he used to. but was she really any different than what he knew? she put up a front, a facade to show the world. picture perfect Alice Cooper and her picture perfect family. but clearly things were as they seemed.
Shit. Another slip up – he really needed to get the hang of this, and fast. “Uh – yes. A long time ago. My, uh, family was from here but we sort of moved away and I’m just coming back.” Not that far from the truth, either. “Oh yeah – I mean, maybe I’ll check it out.” Especially if his dad was playing.
And speaking of… Jughead blanched at the mention of his dad, swallowing tightly at the way Alice spoke of him. Like he was some hero, someone she cared about. Was that a blush that he detected? He wrinkled his nose at the thought – this was not something he needed to know. “South Side, the way you say it sounds like bad news,” he said like he had a bad taste in his mouth.
More to cringe at, Jughead had to actively focus on anything else but what Alice was saying. “Right,” he commented, trying to show disinterest to make her stop talking about it. He certainly regretted asking. “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full, Alice.”
“well if you wanna check out the football game let me know, I’ll make sure you have some company.” she offered. they were just about at the cafeteria. “there ain’t much wrong with the south side, well besides the obvious things.” not that she was one to talk. “I live over there too, my dad’s part of this --- well they call it a gang, it’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“FP and I have always been close. it’s easier to catch a ride than ride my bike, or try and take the bus.” her eyes rolled. she opened the doors to the cafeteria, it was pretty much deserted. “Hanna!” she called back. a small old woman came out from the back.
“Alice!” the woman smiled. “now where is that boyfriend of yours hmm?” the woman asked with a smile, “who’s this boy?” Alice smiled. “Hanna you know FP is not my boyfriend. and this is Jughead Van Jones, he’s new here. --- got any breakfast leftovers?” she smiled sweetly at the woman who nodded and went to go grab the food. “hands full is definitely right.”
His eyebrows shot up at the accusation. Despite the fact that he was very aware that Mary must mean Mary Andrews – or whatever her maiden name was now – he was still mock-offended at her words. And simultaneously shocked. He was about to learn a hell of a lot about Alice Cooper, wasn’t he? “I can’t say I check any of those boxes…”
Jughead leaned against his locker, except that it wasn’t his, it was just some random kid’s a bunch of years ago, oddly stationed next to hers. Strange. “Well,” he began hesitantly, knowing this was only going to lead to trouble. “I can’t say no to free breakfast, even if it’s not Pop’s iconic waffle-sausage platter.” He sure as hell hoped that was a thing in the past.
Curiosity was getting the better of him as he fell into step next to her, not at all in need of her guidance to the cafeteria, but consciously allowing her to lead. “So, uh, Alice – who’s the he that keeps your locker such a mess?”
“so you’ve been to Pop’s!” she smiled. “makes the most amazing milkshakes. that’s pretty much where every one goes after the football games. there’s one tonight, if you’re interested.” she smiled and headed off.
he kept behind her by a half pace, she didn’t say much until he spoke. Alice looked at him and shrugged. “he’s a bit of a long story.” her cheeks tinted just the slightest bit. “his name is Forsythe. but god don’t call him that, goes by FP.” she looked ahead. “he’s on the football team, pretty well known around the school, despite being from the southside.”
they were just about to the cafeteria. “his locker is upstairs and most of his classes are down here, so he just shoves his books and junk in my locker. I would probably care more if I didn’t get free rides out of him.” and more, but she did not need to tell the new kid that.
Just a reminder people, I’ve been over on my MULTI MUSE lately, if you wanna chit or chat.
“is that a promise?” He stole some popcorn from his apparent hostile concessions loving girlfriend. Munching he popped the lid off their soda and poured their extra ingredient in. A taste test, he added more, then screwed the top back on. Punctually Fred parked next to them, but he and Mary opted to cuddle in the front seat to watch the flick instead of copying the set up they had. “Here, tell me what you think.” FP held out the soda as the movie started. Thankfully the drive in staff didn’t check things from the concession stand during their movie walk throughs so they were safe from getting caught.
“it won’t be the fun kinda hurt FP.” Alice smirked at him. she kept eating as Fred and Mary pulled up beside them. she waved over at them, they waved back, and that was that. they would enjoy the movie from the comfort of the inside of the car.
“hmm?” she looked at him and then took the cup from him. she took a good long drink of it and smiled. “perfect, as per usual.” he had a knack for mixing drinks. she took another sip and settled back against the pillows more, handing it back to him, and going for more popcorn.
“Uh – yeah,” he answered lamely, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Alice Cooper – Smith – was standing there in front of him, at his very age, treating him without the usual disdain and aggression that she usually did. Because here, he wasn’t dating her daughter. She didn’t even have a daughter.
If he ever made it back to his time, he’d have a hell of a story to tell Betty.
“I’m actually – I’m new but –” Floundering, again. He took a shallow breath and composed himself, trying to decide what any of his literary heroes would do in his situation, but none of them offered particular solace. “That’s really kind of you, Alice, but really… It’s no big deal.”
Not that he seemed to have much say, she seemed rather adamant in helping him – did he really cry for help just in his appearance? “Even though I can’t say I’m a fan of math class, you really shouldn’t skip just to show me around, really.”
“please tell me you’re not one of them goody-two shoes who always goes to class and never has any fun?” she mock-pouted. “because then I’ll have to go get Mary.” Alice turned to head back to her locker, which was just around the corner. “I like an excuse not to go to math.” she rounded the corner and went to opening to locker and shoving her books inside. her locker was --- well near disastrous.
“don’t mind the mess. it’s not mine.” she sighed. “I keep telling him to stop shoving his shit in here, but he insists it’s better than going to his locker.” she mumbled, mostly to herself. “so Van Jones, let’s show you around.” her smiled was wide, and nearly sweet.
“we can start with the cafeteria, one of the women in there loves me, always gives me free breakfast.”
Serious? He could say so. They didn’t talk in great depth about just how serious, or at least they hadn’t quite yet. “Something like that,” he answered, eyes on his plate, as if looking at her might turn him to stone. “I mean, it’s only been a month, but, I guess so.”
“there is no time frame on serious Jughead. serious could be over in a month, doesn’t mean it wasn’t significant.” she spoke from experience. maybe not the just a month part, but something fleeting.
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someone make me go to bed.
how she was managed to be so adorable and drop dead enticing was beyond him. FP pearched the popcorn and coke on the hitch of the truck before jumping up.
“I promised popcorn didn’t I?” he tried his hardest to keep any promise he made. she licked at the corn kernels and it made him laugh.
“you’re so cute,” he joined her in thier make shift bed and tasted the butter and salt on her lips when he kissed her, “it’s no wonder I love you.”
she nodded and continued to eat the popcorn in her weird little way. she wrinkled her nose when he called her cute. and his kiss was definitely returned.
“I love you too, but if you interrupt my popcorn eating again, I’m going to have to hurt you.”
Alice smiled at him sweetly and went back to the popcorn. “wanna mix us a drink, might make me slightly less violent.” she teased.
