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Riverdale, White Chapel (my babysitter's a vampire), and Beacon Hills (teen wolf) combine into one town for a Billy Elliot sing along

Mcargent: ‘Twas a dusty day in Beacon Hills. The annual Billy Fest was today, but trouble was afoot. Melissa and Christ were already dressed in their leotards ready for the dance and sing along. They knew all the words and the moves and they were ready to compete against the other couples. They were ready to shine.

Stydia: Stiles called for Lydia. He needed her help adjusting his indigo turtleneck leotard. Lydia’s was already on. He was going to make them late if he didn’t quit messing around. She fixed his straps and kicked his shin for making them rush.

Sandal: Toni Topaz and her girlfriend Candle Beandip were already in full Billy Elliot printed leotards. No matter what the others thought, the girls knew they’d win. They were cheerleaders after all.

Sethan: Sara and Ethan weren’t ready at all. They didn’t even have their leotards on, much less their tutus. They were running out of glitter and time was running out.

Bughead: Betty Cooper helped Cody Martin into his leotard. They’d ordered them a few years in advance and it seemed he’d grown too large for this one. Whatever. They’d all just have to deal with him in a too tight leotard.

Rerica: Out of all of the couples, Rory and Erica were the most hardcore fans. Not only did they dress in full costume, but they’d been rehearsing their performance for months. The total cost of all their costumes and props and special effects was 76 million dollars. They were here to win. This was no game.

Mcargent: The couple held hands as they drove in their lime green convertible tractor trailer truck. The wind blew through their Billy Elliot wigs. They were almost to the post office auditorium. The sun was setting and it was time.

Stydia: The two glided together hand in hand. Their matching turtleneck leotards and their heelies made for a romantic night. Stiles handed Lydia a gift: three diamond studded kung fu panda 2 DVD’s. Lydia began to cry tears of joy. Stiles embraced her and they heelied on to the auditorium.

Sandal: The girls walked down the street while hugging. They were excited for the showing and competition. They already had their tap shoes on. Candle gently placed Toni’s Billy Elliot headband on her head. Toni smiled happily at the kind gesture.

Sethan: They’d finally found their glitter and placed it everywhere on their bodies and costumes. They even put in glitter eye drops and glitter fairy wings. Billy would be proud of them. They were going to crush Billy Fest.

Bughead: Cody martins too tight leotard was starting to squeeze his massive thighs in all the wrong ways. Betty was worried for him. What if he got squeezed to death??? She was close to tears.

Rerica: They were pumped. They’d already drunk five hundred five hour energies so they would stay hype for the night. Rory could feel his heart telling him secrets and Erica had to tell him that if his heart was telling him things that they wouldn’t be secrets anymore. They put on their leg warmers as they flew to the post office. They were determined.

Mccargent: They had taken their seats at the front of the stadium. “Wow, babe,” Chris said. “I can’t believe you took Scort’s money to get us these great seats.” Melissa smiled lovingly. “I took his kidney while he was sleeping and sold it on the dark web.” “Your son, Scalpel, really deserved that. I love you.” “I love you, too.” And the musical started. There was Tom Holland leaping and pirouetting his way to everyone’s hearts. Every couple was sitting in their seats, singing and crying and screaming for Billy. And then it was time for the competition. Melissa and Chris took their seats at the judges table. They’d be the judges tonight.

Stydia: Stiles walked Lydia onto the stage, taking their places side by side and dropping their heads until the music started. Tom’s voice flooded the auditorium bringing great joy. Stiles and Lydia did their dance, singing along with the track and doing backflips off of eachother. Their big finish was blasting confetti bombs from the sleeves of their turtleneck leotards.

Sandal: The girls walked onto stage next. Their shoes tapped against the wood and their headbands bobbed on their heads. There was no music, but they perfectly recreated the song Electricity with only their tap shoes and whistle tones.

Sethan: Sara and Ethan tracked glitter onto the stage. They strapped onto their flying rigs and the music started. They did perfect aerial acrobatics, dropping glitter from above, raining onto the judges. They sang to the karaoke track and belted from five hundred feet in the air. Their vocals were spot on.

Bughead: Betty and Cody Martin went next. Betty was worried about her boyfriend. But as they started their routine, she knew what he was doing. In the middle of their act, he ripped his too tight leotard off to reveal an extravagant, perfectly identical costume for Billy Elliot. Betty burst into tears, trying her best to incorporate her emotions into the routine.

Rerica: Rory and Erica walked on with peak confidence. They strutted their stuff and turned around. From below the stage rose a full orchestra and band. Two microphones rose as well. The couple took the microphones. “This one goes out to Scooter McCall!” Erica yelled. “May he die soon!” Their routine was spectacular. They had full choreography, a ballet solo each, live elephants, and a mariachi band. They knew they’d win for sure.

McCargent: Melissa and Chris sent the contestants away. “They were all so magical, God,” Melissa told her husband. “They really were,” he agreed. Melissa looked through everyone’s headshots. “I guess there’s only one thing we can do.” Christ nodded. “You’re right. Melissa whistled in four part harmony by herself. Out from behind the curtains walked Tom Holland himself. “I’m here to help ya,” he said. “Thank you, Tom. Thank you, Tom’s frog,” the couple said to the boy. “I’ll decide. You two go bring in the contestants,” he said. The couple left the stage and brought everyone in. At the sight of Mr. Holland, Cody Martin, Candle Beandip, and Ethan fainted. The rest screamed loudly, crying automatically and singing in harmony. Tom smiled at them as everyone came to their senses. “I’m going to announce the winner,” Tom said. He cleared his throat. “The winner is…………” he held it out for nineteen point three minutes. “CLARKE GRIFFIN AND MADI!” Out from behind the curtains came Clarke and Madi dressed in perfect Spiderman costumes. They had done a secret audition and they had won. Tom grasped their hands. “Clarke and Madi have won this year’s Billy Fest! You will get to spend the year with me in the Alps!” Clarke was crying while hugging her daughter. The other couples were angry but they knew Clarke was a great dancer, they could never live up to her talent. Melissa and Chris shook the winners’ hands. “We’re very proud of you! I’m so happy for you! Our son, Snot, could never be as amazing as you! As any of you really,” they said, turning to the group of losers. “You all did so well tonight it was so hard to choose. Scotch tape could never be like any of you. I really appreciate you all letting me call you my children!” Everyone cried, going into a big group hug. No one was sad anymore everyone knew they’d lost for all the right reasons. There was always next year. And so Melissa and Chris took all their children home for a celebratory dinner, even Tom came. Everyone bonded and no one talked about Scoobot McCall. They even had a dance battle to the Reba theme song.

I’m a survivor…

#mccargent #stydia #choni #sethan #bughead #rerica #riverdale #teen wolf #my babysitters a vampire #fanfiction #billy elliot #tom holland #cody martin #clarke griffin #madi griffin #the 100

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willowelijah · 7 years

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You’re odd, like me: Ch 6

A bughead fanfic.

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On tumblr: (Ch 1) (Ch 2) (Ch 3) (Ch 4) (Ch 5) (Ch 7)

Summary: Jughead is not interested in girls, ironically this seems to make a lot of them interested in him. Except for Betty, and it drives him crazy when she won’t show any interest in him after spending so many late nights together working on The Blue and Gold.

Chapter 6

Authors note: I've been busy with watching Teen Wolf lately. In my spare time (when I'm not watching Teen Wolf) instead of writing like I usually do, I've been preoccupied with failing my university course instead. Which has been fun, although I'm happy to be back with a new chapter!

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There was a football field. The field had players. The players on the field had footballs. The football field was lit up by stadium lights. The lights gave light to the field in the dark October night. The night lacked any sight of Betty.

So far, at least.

I am bitter as the air sitting alone in the stands watching Archie, who I can barely make out on the field anyway. Still I'm here. I promised him I would be, and as we know from previous experience (cue sarcasm) if I promise Archie something, I stay true to that promise.

My pocket buzzes and I pick up my phone, finding myself staring at a text from Betty.

Shine with the flashlight in your phone so I can find you.

I immediately start looking around for her. But I am without luck. I then remember her request so I pick up my phone to indicate to her where I am located in the stadium. When I hold it up I am inundated with feeling silly. I get the feeling I'm bothering everyone else. I can feel people's eyes on me. The person next to me shifts in their seat. I keep holding the phone despite my better judgement, really hoping I won't have to sit like this much longer.

"Ey Jug, this isn't a pink Floyd concert!" Someone calls from behind me.

There it is. What I was waiting for, but wishing not. I force myself to keep shining the light despite the instantaneous whirlwind in my stomach.

And then I see her, blonde hair making its way up the stairs. Our eyes meet and I can finally stop drawing attention to myself.

"What's up." Betty says, and it's a greeting not a question it appears. She takes a seat.

"Come to bathe in the fountain of testosterone?" I ask to which she smiles while looking out at the field beneath us.

"Yeah, why not?" She answers and I don't push the matter further. Instead we enjoy –and I'm using that term loosely– the game silently for the most part.

I wouldn't have pegged Betty as the kind of person to cheer loudly when someone scores, but she does. To my perception, it might even appear she's made it her life's ambition.

She keeps asking me which number Archie is again. Every time she does, I grow one step closer to incendiary. I don't want her to care what number he is. I want her to sit near me, brushing against me at times, asking me questions about my articles and minding the game as little as I truthfully do. I find myself hoping for gusts of wind so that the scent of her perfume is pushed closer to my nostrils. Instead she cheers every time someone scores, instead of doing the healthy quietly-sitting-down-action I am.

"Hey, Jug." Betty elbows me lightly.

"Yeah?"

"That girl from yesterday at Pop's..."

"Which girl?" I ask, faking oblivion.

"The one who was all over you." She laughs.

I fake confusion yet again.

"The one who was sitting next to you."

"Sure." I finally say. "She wasn't–"

"Either way." She interrupts. "I think you should know, she's been staring at you."

"Is she here?" I fail to hide the dread in my voice.

Betty just looks amused and points to a girl a few rows down from us.

She's sitting with what seems to be a couple of friends. They're all talking and laughing. It's probably the same people who were with Archie last night.

"She's not even looking my way." I mutter and focus my attention back at the field.

"Well maybe not right this second." Betty explains frustrated. "She's been staring at you, quite a lot actually. I keep catching her turning her head and lingering on you." Betty whispers to me, leaning in dangerously closely. She seems far too amused by what she's telling me for me to rest easy.

I face her, looking her right in the eyes. "I don't care if she stares." I say calmly and then return to the game in a scorn.

Betty is mute for a couple of seconds; she probably wasn't expecting such a strong reaction. Finally she sighs. "Fine." She leans back in her seat.

The game drags on. To be honest I'm not even following what's happening anymore, if I ever was. A drizzle of rain begins to fall. It's barely noticeable. Perches itself in a huddle on top of skin, it remains on the exterior, an outsider looking in. Or it penetrates a pair of jeans, becoming part of them in a wet puddle. A murmur is all that is heard of it.

"It's odd." Betty pipes up. Catatonically she stares out at the field, yet she still sounds somewhat nervous. She's managed to set the tone of the forthcoming conversation to that of a serious one and I find myself dreading whatever comes next. "The other day you told me that you live further down the street from where I live. Although yesterday when we walked home from Pop's, I saw you leave in the complete opposite direction. Why is that?" She looks uncomfortable now. Like she doesn't really want to talk to me about this, yet feels compelled to.

My hands leave the seat I am holding on to and settle's in my jacket's pockets. I couldn't think of anything else to give her but the truth. "Because I don't live down the street from you."

"Then where do you live?" She asks as soon as I've finished.

I can think of a variety of notions that could have provoked my next actions. Primarily I felt highly unprepared to tell a lie, which means that in my head I need to first debate whether or not I should lie, then actually think of a good enough lie. This gives me less time to think of something to say to Betty, who is by now looking right at me, assumingly waiting for me to set her straight. Secondly I genuinely didn't really want to lie, although it felt necessary, which means that anything I would have said to her would not have appeared believable. And thirdly I just couldn't think of a single street name for some reason.

It is an impossible task, answering her. So I do the thing that takes no brain capacity to do. After all, it seems my brain has shut down along with my hopes and dreams of keeping my living situation in the dark. I stand up and leave. Not only is that an awkward thing to do in itself, what makes it even more inconvenient is that I can't ask Betty, who is sitting closest to the isle, to move so that I can easily escape the arena, I have to get a whole row of people to move out of my way as I clumsily bypass each and every one. The whole thing is a mess basically. Luckily Betty lets me escape.

I stop walking once I have left the school grounds. I slide my phone out of my pocket and start typing a message.

Had to leave. See you in school.

I send the message to Archie, hoping he doesn't ask and thinking he probably won't. Standing steadfast on the sidewalk I watch the trees sway with the wind for a moment of peace before I let a forthcoming wave of thoughts erupt.

I am about to leave when I see Betty approaching me in the distance. My heart begins to pound. I can't take a confrontation, especially not with her. That's not what our relationship is supposed to be like. Yet I stand still awaiting her. I can't just leave, not again, and not when she knows I've seen her.

"Didn't think you followed me." I state sheepishly.

She smiles sadly and then something switches in her countenance, she puts on a joking tone. "I gave you a head start is all. You didn't think the journalist in me would let you leave it at that? I ask you a simple question and you disrupt the game for at least 15 people to avoid it?"

"Well then… thanks for the head start, I guess?" I reply, unsure of what to say.

"Yes, well, I guess it was a mixture of being genuinely stunned by your behaviour and also pity as I watched you desperately stumbling between the seats that lead me to grant it to you." She smiles.

I smile half-heartedly, not quite meeting her eyes with mine.

"But enough about that little incident." She starts, getting straight to the point. To my surprise, she sits down. On the ground.

"It's wet." My eyes circle her presence, or rather the asphalt she's sitting on. The water on the ground around her reflects a yellow shade coming from the streetlights. I decide to join her in a sitting position. I find it's cold.

"So, Jughead. Where do you live?" She asks in her best impression of a reporter.

Before I answer her I take some time to regret the doting smile that a moment ago adorned my features. Damn it. I fiddle with my own fingers so as to not have to interact with her curious eyes. "…You know the Twilight?" I spare half a second to connect with her eyes and then I'm back to my hands. Her shoulders are raised in a futile attempt to protect herself from the cold wind.

"Yes." She says. And I know that whatever I say next is barren; she's already understood. Yet I march on although not so much with purpose but remorse.

"You know that night when we were sitting in the projector room working on the Blue and Gold?" I would have recalled the memory with fondness was I not forced to spare Betty the detail of my life, which I am most wounded by.

"Yes." It comes out solemn and hollowly from her mouth. I dread having to continue on with –what she already knows– I'm about to say next.

"That's home." I tried to make the utterance with a sarcastic undertone. But there is no denying; it came out faint sounding.

What I gather from her expression, one I would rather not gather at all, is what I reckon I would depict from most people would they be in her seat. She is at a loss. She wants to help but doesn't know what to do. Clearly I am now in a situation where I'm a 16 year old in need of help from other 16 year olds. Annoyance seethes inside me.

"Stay at my place." Betty says frankly, as if what she's saying isn't weird at all.

My astonishment at her comment is one of multitude. To begin with, surprise that she would suggest such a thing. Second, dumbfound I hadn't realised sooner it would come to this. That's what Betty always does: she helps.

"Uuh, no." I try my best at making it sound like I think it's a stupid idea.

"Jug, you have nowhere to live."

"I just told you where I live!" I say and stand up because I know this conversation won't stop do I keep sitting here.

She stands with me. "That's not a home despite what you say!" She argues while walking beside me.

I don't retort, which results in us both falling quiet, the only sound being out breathing. I pretend she's not there, it's like we are walking beside each other yet not together. It's not until I take a turn that Betty stops.

"Wait. Shouldn't you be heading the other way?" She's more confused than riled up like before.

I realise then that I can't walk her home. Obviously. I give her a long stare. "Right. Well goodnight then. Thanks for the offer." I force a small smile. She does the same.

And I'm off.

27 May 2017

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