Upstairs, Betty was already dressed and waiting for us. She also commented on Jughead's suit to which he gave the same, bashful response that he had given to me. Betty gave me a black leather jacket to go over my top and once I had everything on, she sat me down in front of her vanity and fixed my hair and makeup. I wouldn't let her put my hair up, but she insisted that I wear some lipstick, so I let her put it on me. Had I tried, it would have ended up smeared and probably on my hand too. Honestly, by the end of the day it'll probably look horrible, but I guess it'll have to do.

The three of us go over our plan.

"Once the reception starts, we can sneak off and find Jason's room. There's gotta be something in there worth looking for." Betty says as she does the last bit of my makeup.

"Wonder what," Jug says, "drugs, letters, maybe a threat?"

"Skeletons in his closet." I mumble. What if there were actual skeletons in his closet? There weren't, I knew there weren't, but the thought followed me downstairs and into the car. I didn't speak the whole way there, but that was normal, so nobody asked.

Mrs. Blossom was greeting guests as they entered the house, but I avoided her eyes as she welcomed the Cooper's inside with Jughead and I in tow. The woman had lost her son. She may seem cruel and a little scary at times, but she was grieving, like anyone would. I was grieving, but I wasn't really sure why.

I didn't really want to go into the parlor. The casket was on display there and people were walking up and looking at the pictures of Jason that were set up in front of it. I didn't want to go there, I didn't want to be that close. Both Jughead and Betty knew that, so we took our seats immediately, a bit closer to the back. Kevin, Josie, Archie and eventually Veronica joined us.

"Days like this really put things into perspective, huh? I mean, at least we're here. At least we're alive." Said Ronnie.

"Well, that thought's not gonna send me into a spiralling pit of depression." I whispered sarcastically as Archie went to greet Mrs. Blossom and return Jason's jersey. Jughead is the only one who hears me and he smirks at my comment, but still reaches for my hand, protectively.

That's when Cheryl walks in dressed in all white. She stands out like a swan in a field filled with crows and no one can take there eyes off her.

"Oh my god." said Veronica.

"Yes." said Kevin with biggest smile on his face. He was living for Cheryl's dramatic flair and to be completely honest, so was I.

She bagn the memorial and told a story about her and Jason when they were younger. It was a sad ordeal, but I knew that coming in here. This whole thing was horrible, it was a horrible event that was never supposed to happen in this tiny town of ours, but it did and now we're in the aftermath.

Cheryl's parents were quick to end Cheryl's time at the podium, asking that everyone join together in another room for refreshments. With the mention of food, I was hungry and immediately pulled Jughead to the table full of sandwiches and other tiny snacks. Betty found us not long after and the three of us quickly and quietly found the staircase that led to the second floor. The whole way up, all I could think was this is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't be here, but once we in the hallway I figured there was no turning back.

It didn't take long to find Jason's bedroom and we were only a couple of minutes into our search for god knows what when Nana Rose Blossom made her presence known to us. Betty gasped, I forze and Jughead hid behind the two of us which would have been hilarious if I hadn't just been scared half to death.

"Sorry, we're just leaving." Betty blurted out. It didn't seem to matter to old Mrs.Blossom though, as she kept staring at Betty with her one good eye.

"Oh, it's you. How lovely to see you again." She moved her wheelchair a little closer to us. "Come closer, I wanna get a good look at you."

"The horror, the horror." Jughead whispered to us.

"You're not helping." I whispered back through gritted teeth.

"Come closer, Polly dear!" Oh, god.

I nudged Betty forward slightly and she made up her mind to just go with it.

"It's nice to see you again too." She said hesitantly, "I'm sorry it had to be under such terrible circumstances."

Betty sat down on the bed and Mrs.Blossom took reached for her left hand.

"Well, of course you're not wearing it, god bless."

"Wearing what?"

"The ring, Polly!" She responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe if she had actually been talking to Polly, it would've been.

She proceeded to tell us that we mustn't tell Penelope that she'd given up a Blossom family heirloom. This entire encounter was sending chills down my back and yet we all knew that this was perfect. This was all brand new information coming from a lonely source that we had stumbled upon.

"Such a shame. Your wedding was the last thing I was living for."

Well, this had now officially become one of the weirdest, creepiest experiences I'd ever had. We quickly got out of the old woman's way, going straight downstairs where I found my dad and Betty and Jughead went off somewhere to discuss what we had just discovered.

"Hey, where'd you run off too?" Dad asked when I approached him.

"I, um... Jughead and Betty... with them." I was overthinking what Mrs.Blossom had said and now words just weren't coming out properly.

"Alright." He just sort of accepted that I wasn't in the right mind to talk. He probably thought it was because of the funeral, which he wouldn't have been entirely wrong about. I still wasn't going anywhere near the coffin, in fact now that we were out, I wasn't going back into that room.

"You remember how we've talked about finding some professional help for you?"

That was a weird thing to bring up at a funeral. Dad's very blunt about this now, we've talked about it too many times for the formalities of being gentle and trying not to make me sound like a lunatic. I don't really feel that way though, when we talk about doctors and pills and such, I don't feel crazy, I feel needy. I don't really want to be the way that I am and some help would be nice.

"I found a place," He continued, "it's a little far, but I think it might work."

"Money." I mumbled. He waits for me to figure out the rest of my sentence. "I thought that we couldn't. Because of money. We don't have enough."

My sentences were coming out in pieces and honestly, it was pissing me off. I just wanted to get the words out, but I was so focused on Polly and what the hell she had been thinking trying to get married at seventeen years old.

"This place looks a little cheaper then what we've looked at before." Oh, right, the doctors and stuff. Focus on that. "I'm still going to look into it more."

I nod my head.

"You know I'd never send you somewhere I didn't think you'd be comfortable or treated like you're crazy, right?"

I nod my head again, happier this time.

"Good, because I won't. This is meant to help you, not make you feel worse."

"Yeah."