Misfortune
Summary – Misfortune runs in the Jones family.
JPOV
Forsythe Pendleton Jones. The name holds many curses within it. My grandfather, the first of the name, got beaten to death in a bar fight before I was born. My father, the second, got tied up in the Serpents at a young age, continued to go back to them at various points in his life, turned to alcohol for comfort, got left by his wife and daughter, and is now locked in a cell for getting bullied into covering up a murder. Now, it seems, I am destined to follow in their footsteps, as the third Forsythe. As I try to figure out what my future holds, here in my favorite booth at Pop's, all I can see is Betty. She deserves so much more than what I can do for her. With the hand I was dealt, my future holds nothing but pain. The bell above the door chimes, signaling another patron entering the diner. I don't bother to look up from my laptop screen, where my cursor blinks away at me, taunting me.
"Is this seat taken?" a soft voice, teases as my girlfriend slides into the booth beside me. She glances at my screen, its blankness making her eyebrows furrow.
"What's on your mind, Juggie?" she whispers.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Betts," I tell her softly, kissing her forehead as she leans into me. "Just some writer's block."
"Please don't lie to me," the blonde beauty stares up at me, eyes flashing green with passion. I sigh deeply, gazing into her eyes.
"I'm not good enough for you, Betty," I admit. "The men in my family are cursed. We're clouded with misfortune and bad things always seem to be lurking in the dark corners of our lives'."
"Jughead," Betty laughs lightly, "There's no such thing as being cursed. Sure, you've got some bad luck running against you but we make our own choices. You can choose to do exactly what your grandfather did and what your father has done but you won't. You will choose to go to college, and get a crappy college kid's job flipping burgers to pull yourself through it and then when you graduate with a finished novel, you'll get published and the world will love you. You are such an amazing, important person and I will not sit here and let you think you're not good enough for me. If anything, Jug, I'm not good enough for you!"
"Betty," I try to respond but she kisses me deeply, cutting off my protests.
"Juggie, please don't sell yourself short. You're my heart and soul and I can't even think about facing a future without you in it."
"I love you, Betts," I tell her, earnestly.
"I love you, Juggie," she murmurs, meeting my lips in a gentle kiss.
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