In which he's exhausted...
"Ah, fucking hell," I muttered, placing my hand underneath my chin to catch the filling spewing out of the pizza roll I'd just bitten into, my tongue burned from the too-hot food and my hand was feeling rather toasty from the hot tomato sauce that had been squished out onto it.
"You know, you could just wait a couple minutes until they cool down." Fred points out, his voice dry as he watches me from across the table, his plate of pizza rolls sitting untouched.
"Yeah, but then they get cold super fast. If you let them cool down, it just isn't the same." I say in reply and he rolls his eyes, a smile sneaking onto his face as I burn myself again eating another pizza roll. Archie walks into the kitchen, his eyes with heavy bags and dark circles under them, he's been staying up every night with a bat wanting to protect us in case the Black Hood comes back.
"Hey, Wonder-Boy, you gonna join us?" I ask, my voice laced with sarcasm, I think it's stupid that he thinks a bat is going to stop a man with a fucking gun from killing us in our sleep.
Archie silently grabs a plate of food and sits to my left at the table, he's practically falling asleep over his rolls as he too waits for them to cool down. I let the silence drag on for a while, fighting back the urge to comment on his state, until it becomes too much and I lose the internal war.
"How exactly are you supposed to protect us when you're falling asleep where you sit?" I ask, annoyed with both the boy next to me and the pizza roll that I'd just eaten whole that burned the shit out of my mouth when I tried to chew it. Archie turned and gave me a 'Stop fucking talking' look but I pressed on. "If the Black Hood even tries to kill us again, you won't even be able to fight him because you'll be so tired that your reflexes will be complete shit. Maybe try sleeping on the couch with a bat instead of sitting in a chair in the entryway like a creep."
Archie simply rolls his eyes and begins to eat his food, probably too exhausted to think of a reply. I shake my head slightly and finish with my rolls, standing slowly from my spot at the table and carrying my plate to the sink. It's been about a week since I came back here from the hospital, and I was planning on visiting FP at the prison tomorrow and was cleared to begin going to school again in three days on Monday.
Suffice it to say, I was terrified...
First, I would be seeing FP for the first time in quite a while, I wasn't sure how long it would be before he would be released from prison, I didn't even know how long it would be before we found out how long he would be in there for, everything was up in the air where he was involved. Secondly, I'd heard that Betty, Veronica, and some others were organizing a "Saving Pop's" night or something like that soon and I was planning on making an appearance. Thirdly, I have an appointment with a gynecologist to check up on the baby and talk about when I'm supposed to go into labor, which is a terrifying thing to think about. And lastly, the person that tried to kill not only me, but Fred is still at large and in charge and everyone is afraid of what he will do next.
I guess it's safe to say I've got a busy week ahead of me.
AAAAnd we're back, I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting recently, It's been pretty crazy lately and I haven't really known where I wanted to go with this story but I think I've got it now. I've been going through it recently, my dog died just the other day, so I've been writing again to try and distract myself from the shit going on around me. Hope you enjoyed the distraction!!
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More Than I Should... (Fp x OC)
Fanfiction"Juggie, I'm your fucking girlfriend! Betty's my fucking sister! How could you do something like this?" I asked him throwing every ounce of betrayal I felt into the words I said. Jughead looks to the ground, obviously guilty but not enough to spare...
