Jughead woke with a start. It took him a moment to realize that he had been dreaming. His jump had startled Milly awake and she noticed him trying to catch his breath.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Just a bad dream…I stabbed Archie in the back – literally," he added as an afterthought.

Milly scrunched up her face, imagining a violent scene that involved gallons of blood. "But you haven't; have you?" she asked.

Jughead shook his head and flopped backwards onto the mattress. "I guess I'm feeling guilty because he used to be my best friend, but now I've been keeping things from him. Honestly, I've been spending way more time with Betty than him and those two have been friends since kindergarten."

"Your subconscious is overreacting," she kissed his cheek.

"Yeah," Jughead groaned, not entirely convinced and shuffled to the bathroom. He turned the handle of the shower and stripped off his shirt, but when he turned back around, the water wasn't running. He swiped up his shower supplies and threw them in a plastic bag along with a towel. "Water isn't working. I'm gonna shower at the school."

"Fuck!" Milly slammed her head back into the pillow. She had lost track of the days and forgotten about the bill. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he kissed her again. "I'm the one who needs to get a job- help out."

"Take the car," she groaned and fell back asleep.

Jughead was glad that it was early enough that he was the first and only one at the school and could shower and brush his teeth in peace. He felt like a dick, though, he should have been contributing to the house, but without a job he was a freeloader who could use the school as a backup, but what would Milly do? He spit into the sink and when he looked up someone was standing behind him. He jumped and spun around: "The fuck, Archie?"

"What are you doing here?" Archie asked.

"Taking advantage of the school's state-of-the-art facilities," he shrugged.

"No, really Jughead, what are you doing here?" Archie asked again.

"The water's been turned off at Milly's," he admitted with a grimace. "We were late on the bill."

Archie raised his eyebrows. "You're living with Milly? Since when?"

The conversation was growing more uncomfortable by the minute: "Since they shut down the drive-in," Jughead answered.

"Why aren't you living at home?" he demanded.

"Milly is home," Jughead snapped. "If you mean the trailer where my dad is always passed out…"

Archie had vague recollections of Jones senior being in AA: "He fell off the wagon?"

"Yeah, after your dad fired him to tell you the truth," Jughead said. "He hasn't had a job since. He kept saying he'd get his act together, but never did. Mom couldn't take it and grabbed Jellybean to go and live with our grandparents."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Archie frowned. "Does your dad know you're sixteen and living with your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, he does. He doesn't like it, but until he sobers up he doesn't really get a say. Don't tell the others," Jughead said.

"About Milly?" Archie furrowed his brow.

"About my dad you dumb jock," Jughead laughed.

Milly, on the other hand, forced herself out of bed, wrote a check with the wrong date and stuck it in the mail. Then she collapsed back on the bed. Everything was going to shit. Dropping out was supposed to solve her problems; simplify things. She managed to pull herself together just enough to get to the school at three.

Jughead nearly tackled Milly when he saw her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck. "You're the best," he mumbled.

Startled, she gently placed her arms over his shoulders but then moved him away. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, and I promise I am going to find a job and stop being a freeloader. But first I need to talk to my dad."

Milly smiled at hm. "Okay," she shrugged. "Let's go see FP, but uh, I can never remember if I'm on good terms with him or not."

The trailer park was as dismal as ever and as they walked up the creaky steps to the FP's place, they found the door unlock; it wasn't even entirely closed. With a sigh, Jughead pushed it open and stepped inside, followed by Milly. The interior was a mess. Empty bottles covered the table, counters, and floor.

"The prodigal son returns," FP sneered, not failing to notice Milly leaning in the doorway. "How you doing? You look good?" Fred put his glass down.

"I'm hanging in there," Jughead answered without looking at him. Instead, he focused on everything on the room, but his father. "I came by to ask if you would consider going back to work with Fred Andrews."

FP scoffed. "Yeah he called me. I said no."

Milly frowned and Jughead mirrored her without noticing, but FP did.

"He fired me, Jughead, what kind of man would I be if I went back, hat in hand?"

"For starters? A man with a job, trying to fix his family," Jughead quipped.

FP growled. "Talk to your mom. She's the one who gave up on us, took your sister."

"Can you please just go see Mr. Andrews? He's willing to give you another chance," Jughead practically sighed.

"He's willing? That's generous of him after all the crap he pulled on me," FP retorted.

Milly straightened up. She never particularly liked FP, but he was being even more of an asshole than she imagined he could be and she was a moment away from stepping in to defend Jughead.

FP sat down and Jughead cornered him: "Dad, don't you want to see our family back together? Mom and Jellybean could come home."

"Would you come home?" FP asked.

Jughead shrugged. "I'm with Milly now, but I'd visit. It's not too late." He turned and put his arm around Milly on his way out of the trailer.