HER COMPACT FRAME PLANTED ON THE SHORE BY THE LAKE , jellybean sits with squinted eyes beneath furrow brows trained on the glimmering water . trying to catch out a fish tail kicking up , or the sparkle of a scale just beneath the surface . knees are tucked against her chest and arms wrapped ‘round them , measly attempt to keep out the cold . SHE MISSED THIS . missed home . chooses not to think about how long until it’s back to toledo again . and when the footsteps of the thing she missed most about riverdale sound out behind her , approaching the text message designated meeting spot ; jellybean doesn’t look up . “ hey , LONE RANGER . glum spot for a family reunion , or so i read . ” hopes jughead didn’t think when she heard F. P. was reading his novel , jellybean was going to wait until he could mail her a copy . technology is so groovy .
