As Forsythe Pendleton Jones III sprayed the last of his tag sign onto the side of the Twilight Drive-In in Riverdale, he released a world weary sigh. You see, Forsythe, though no one called him that except his mother, was losing yet another piece of himself on this day, and he didn't know that it was just one of many changes coming his way.
Jughead Jones, as he preferred to be called, was leaving the place that had given him shelter for the last six months. His father had spiraled, his mother gave him years to fix it and when he didn't, when she hit her last straw, she took his sister and fled, leaving Jughead with two options; stay with an alcoholic father, or flee himself. He chose the latter, though choosing not to go too far because of this pesky thing called hope.
He had hope that his father would fix things, bring his mother and Jellybean home, and make his family whole again, even if he had spent the last six months living in his place of employment, not that anyone knew that. He was only fifteen, and already he was worried about how to pay for food, and now, where he was going to live. Let's rewind shall we, and start from the beginning.