Lyrics: This is inspired by the unreleased track True Blue by Billie Eilish.
It’s set during the time jump-- I just can’t with season 5. I guess it's a fix it.
Commencement day, the summation of all she had worked for - and instead of soaking up the atmosphere and revelling in her achievement she was pondering the significance of an emoji.
The day had dawned, cloudless and clear, to a swarm of buzzing texts from her mom. Betty had booked a room for her in a charming Victorian style inn a twenty minute drive away; she hadn’t got to 22 years old without learning some important lessons about managing Alice Smith. Unfortunately that did mean that, from the moment she woke, her mother was sending text after text about arrangements for the day, her choice of outfit, Betty’s hair, their planned lunch rendezvous and even their journey back to Riverdale together the next day. In the middle of the hornet’s nest of her mother’s insistent communication there was one other message. Jughead’s.
They’d struggled back to cordiality somehow. She’d sent him a text to mark his graduation ceremony in Iowa the week before. “Congrats!” she’d typed, the exclamation point conveying an exuberant spontaneity that it had taken eight drafts to achieve. “Next stop, the NYT’s best seller list,” then the mortar board emoji three times. Her finger had briefly hovered over the heart emoji but then she straightened her shoulders and pressed send. She wasn't entitled to that anymore and she wouldn’t make his day all about her.
She opened the message. “Congrats back at’cha.” He’d added a blue heart.
It was the heart that she was thinking about throughout the speeches. The blue heart, traditionally the friend-zone emoji. Would he have known that? Unlikely. Maybe he was telling her that his heart was cold now, that the was over her? Or saying that hers had been cold towards him? Or could it mean he was blue without her? Perhaps it had only been a slip of the thumb, or an unpremeditated, spur of the moment choice. She supposed it was only her that agonised for an hour before the most trivial exchange between them.
Waiting to cross the stage for her handshake, lyrics and snatches of poetry, quotations and allusions ran through her mind…blue I love you… somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true… everything burned in blue, everything a star… my baby lives in shades of blue…blue eyes wash off sometimes…a certain blue enters your soul. She almost missed her cue, had to be shoved forward by the guy behind her, tripped as she started the walk, she could hear her mother’s tutting in her mind.
She was still teasing at the conundrum during the photographs and over lunch with her mom, it was like one of those impenetrable tangles that the cables behind her desk seemed to form of their own volition, where pulling at the Gordian knot just seemed to make it worse. It wasn’t even like she could ask him. To send a text asking why he’d chosen a particular emoji was a whole level of crazy that she couldn’t countenance. So she stewed instead.
As soon as she could, she extricated herself from her mother’s clutches, claiming that she had to get back and pack the rest of her things before their road trip, refusing help on the grounds that it was more efficient to do it herself and suggesting Alice took advantage of the facilities of the inn to take a bubble bath, drink a glass of wine or three, relax. She may have put a little too much emphasis on “relax,” because her mom gave her a slightly offended glance but she did finally agree.
Betty strolled back to her place, enjoying the campus for the last time. As she walked to her block she saw a dark shadow by the door. Peering as she approached she realised it was a man, slouched on the steps, one long leg extended, leaning back on his elbows and letting the afternoon's leaf dappled sunshine fall on his face. He had dark hair, falling backwards in waves. He was wearing jeans, a flannel tied at his waist. She almost turned on her heel. Better that than to let her heart rise into her throat only to collapse when she got close enough to see that it wasn’t…
“Hey Betty!” he called, waving. It was him.
It was him.
She trotted over and leaned in for a hug, trying to keep from getting too close, not pushing her luck. “What the hell Jug? What are you doing here? Why didn’t you call?”
“I wanted to say congratulations in person. It all just gets weird in texts. And I was in New York talking to an agent so I came out after. But no problem if you have plans, I can just head on back now I’ve said it.”
“No! No, come in. Let’s catch up. An agent? That’s so great!”
“Yeah. Pretty great. And you, a graduate. Look at us adulting, right?”
She laughed. It was him.
They sat in her room, drinking the cheap red wine that she’d been saving for her post-Alice wind down. “Did you enjoy it? College, I mean,” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess. I mean Reggie wasn’t there, trying to put me in a dumpster, so that was a plus. You?”
She looked into his eyes, blue, curious. There was a calculation to make. Perhaps she should be cautious. After all, this was good, this was companionable, they could be pals, in the friend zone, cool. But as with hypothermia, the loss of feeling was the real danger, you didn’t know it but the chill was reaching for your heart, your blue heart. She suspected that she'd been dying by degrees but now here he was, warm and alive, and maybe, if she dared to ask, he’d put his arms around her and hold her close, warm her cold heart, and she could be alive again.
She decided to step out onto the ice. “Not so great,” she said. “I closed down I think…after us.” He flinched and she almost stopped, apologised, changed the subject.
But why had the heart been blue?
“It’s like I’ve been staring down at a book, at the text on my computer screen, black on white, for four years until I sort of forgot that the world is in colour. I’ve been pretty sad.”
He looked down, a faint smile on his lips.
“What?" she asked. “What are you thinking?”
“Just, you know, same,” he replied. “My writing professor yelled at me recently. Wanted to know if I was ever going to write something other than stories about break ups and heartbreak.”
“Jug, I’m so sorry…” she began but he waved away the apology.
“No, that’s not why I’m saying it. It’s why I came though, to ask you.” She shook her head, she didn’t understand. "Am I? Am I ever going to write anything else?”
He reached out and took her hand, his eyes fixed on hers, waiting for an answer.
“I wish you would. Maybe... I don’t know, maybe you could write about a young couple trying to make it together in the city, is that something you might want to write about?”
“I think I’d like that,” he replied with a grin, reaching out to take her into his arms.
The next morning she pulled on shorts and a sweatshirt to walk him down to his motorcycle. “So, see you in Riverdale?” she said, nuzzling against his neck. “I’ll talk my mom round on the journey.”
“Okay,” he replied. “Good luck with that.”
He was swinging his leg over the saddle when she put her hand on his arm to stop him. “Why was it blue Jug?”
He looked perplexed. “I’m sorry? Why was what?”
“The heart, in your text, blue?”
He looked around at the banners hanging from almost every building, congratulating the graduating class, “Blue,” he said still confused. “Yale blue. Right?”
She was laughing when her mom pulled up with the U Haul. “Ms S,” he called out with a salute as he kicked the bike into life.
“Jughead,” Alice replied, entirely unfazed. She turned to her daughter, “Are we three for dinner then? I’ll need to stop by the grocery store.”
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