after the death of her father sixteen year old avery andrews is set for a downward spiral, but will her fathers former best friend fp jones save her from herself before she hits rock bottom? can she save him from his broken marriage and his illegal...
My life had become pretty interesting as of late, from serial killers in black hoods too gargoyle kings and griffin queens, but the most interesting thing by far had to be my crush on riverdales worst dad and yet arguably best dilf- FP Jones.
It was a crush that would never pan out for a multitude of reasons, one, he used to be best friends with my dad. Two, he was Jugheads dad. Three, I'm sixteen and he's fifty. Four, he's a gang leader.
I could probably list more reasons but do I really need too? My crush on him is futile and hopeless but after the year I've had I deserve some silly hopeless crush, if anything I felt like a normal teenager for once, instead of hunting killers and downing fizzle rocks or investing murders I had some stupid crush on my friends dad, in a way the normalcy was refreshing, or at least it was until it became how painfully obvious it was that he saw me as some silly kid. Which I was, but still.
Maybe that was the reason I was so dead set on showing him how adult I could be, i may or may not have told FP that I could help him fix his motorcycle, did I know how to fix a motorcycle? Well no, was I still going to try? Yes. Because it met alone time with FP even if it was purely platonic.
Regardless, it being platonic wasn't an excuse not to look cute, after all maybe things would be different.
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I looked in the mirror dusting off my top before making my way downstairs where unfortunately the whole group was hanging out in the living room, fun.
"Avery you look so cute! Your coming to pops with us right?" Veronica asked smiling in my direction which caught the attention of everyone else, why couldn't I just leave unnoticed just this once? Why.
"I actually offered to help FP fix his motorcycle." I mused awkwardly swinging from my heels to my toes back and fourth, of course I have to get nervous and jittery dear god this is embarrassing.
"Do you know how to fix a motorcycle? Because I'm pretty sure my dad could just get sweetpea or Toni to help him" Jughead obviously chimed in because why would he not, "well no... not really" I trailed off earning a accusatory look from Archie, oh great he knows.
"Okay well gotta go see you guys later!" I've never walked as fast in my life as I did walking past them and out the front door, Usain Bolt would be proud of my neck breaking speeds.
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"What kind of wrench?"
FP was standing there in all his glory leather jacket and all as I sat on my knees outside of the trailer beside his bike and a vast array of tools, for some reason I was doing most of the work, by work I mean unscrewing random bolts
"Uh... the one that loosens things..?" He clearly knew that I had no clue how to fix anything, this was psychological torture for his entertainment, not that I minded entertaining him, I mean at least we had some alone time.
"Mhm, You have no clue what your doing." He sounded so amused and I sighed sulking a little and dropped a random screw "no. No I don't." Welp so much for making him see me as a woman, I look even more childish now I thought I had completely embarrassed myself until I felt his chest rumble with a chuckle now pressed against my back as he picked up the right wrench and held it in my hand with his larger one.
"It's called a torque wrench, it's a 3/8 inch, let's twist it right" he was doing most of the work but the feeling of his warm body against mine and his muscles flexing made me let out the worlds most embarrassing whine, I heard a small scoff under his breath and knew he heard it but he chose to say nothing which saved me a good amount of embarrassment.
It took a few hours for us, and by us I mean him, to fix the bike and it was so hot out that at one point he took his shirt off which was definitely a sight for sore eyes but eventually we finished up, he asked me if I wanted to stop by the Whyte Wyrm with him to check up on things, it was getting late but I went anyway.
We got to talking a little and every harmless pet name and joking compliment made my cheeks turn red and my heart beat faster, we ran into Toni and Sweetpea along with Fangs and I had a few beers with them while FP drank a soda and talked with some older serpents, even though I was a northsider everyone was so nice to me.
Eventually everyone else left and I realized it was nearly four in the morning, shit.
