Deadline ((Jughead Jones)) 4
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  • Reads 84,144
  • Votes 1,953
  • Parts 28
  • Time 5h 6m
Complete, First published May 15, 2020
"I want to thank you all for coming. I know you all...loved my son. So, before I give my speech, I'd like to invite the only other person who loved Jughead nearly as much as me up here. Cynthia Blossom." FP, eyes red and full of tears, stepped down from the raised platform.

I sat beside Jellybean, only looking at the casket and nothing else. It was made from a smooth wood with red and white roses on top. Jughead would have hated them, thinking they were cliche and I would agree. 
"Thi?" JB said, touching my arm slightly. I sat with my arms crossed over my stomach and wrapping around myself as my knee bounced uncontrollably. She was holding an order of service. I couldn't bring myself to hold one. I looked at her, and she nodded her head to FP who was holding out his hand for me to take.
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