every little part of me | choni au

2| every time i see your bubbly face i get the tinglies in a silly place

A/N: hey all, thanks for continuing with my story. they'll be more cute choni to come!! and cheryl meets an unlikely friend. feel free to guess here!!

you also get a feel of her family dynamics in here and peaches haha.

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love madsdobby :)

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Cheryl walks into the room on a warm November Wednesday with her well worn sketchbook pressed against her chest, heartbeat increasing in excitement. She's entering her favorite place in the entire school building; the art studio. This is the place where she doesn't have to have her guard up or constantly watch over her shoulder. She can create what her heart desires, let her passion leak through achromic pages and drab canvases. She can reside in her serene element even if it's only for fifty-five minutes.

Nevertheless, of course the school only has one single art room, because the administration only spends time funding for musicals along with the football team which includes every added sub part like the marching band and the vixens. But also the students that attend Riverdale High aren't experts of the arts other than the nine kids who grace this class at the same time everyday. So the art department isn't that broad anyways.

Cheryl still enjoys this class with everything in her. The students are quiet and they mind their own business. However, the redhead doesn't really have people in this class she'd consider a friend. Since the first day of school she's sat alone at the last table in the back of the classroom. There isn't that many kids in the class so the seats aren't at all sparse leaving the redhead isolated from the rest. The empty neighboring stools around the cavernous table don't seem to bother her as much anymore. She used to gaze around at the other kids earnestly in hopes someone would want to sit beside her and get to know her. Betty has told her countless times that she shouldn't care about the other artists simply because if they could go on without attempting to even get to know her then they aren't worth the self deprecation.

Though there is this one pink haired girl who Cheryl finds herself ogling on days when she's feeling uninspired that she wouldn't mind occupying one of these empty stools. Most of the time from where she's seated the redhead can only see the back of her head, the pink and brown curls that flow against her back, her locks always differently howbeit still expertly styled. But sometimes she catches Toni mid-laugh with her side profile perfectly on display or the girl just staring out the window amidst the sun beaming inside unveiling the golden blush upon her skin. Those moments make the redhead's heart jump in chest.

It's been two days now ever since that eventful night in the theater. Unexpectedly Toni has greeted her every single time she sees her around campus. Yesterday Cheryl was walking down the stairs from her algebra class at the same time Toni was climbing up. They had made brief eye contact, the redhead dropping her gaze immediately, yet as the two grew closer on the stairwell the pink haired girl pulled her attention. "Hey, Cheryl! Your hair looks really cute today," Toni smiled brightly like she always does. However, Cheryl was too stunned to mutter anything back so before she even knew it she was continuing down the steps with a hammering heart and a dry mouth. The redhead was completely thrown off by the comment. That morning after the theater fiasco was rough. It was uncommonly difficult for her to get out of bed resulting in a messy bun along with sweats for wear that she'd never let see the light of day, but under the circumstances it was inevitable. Cheryl wasn't risking losing her perfect attendance over her appearance.

Then this morning Cheryl tried her best to recreate the messy bun Toni had taken a liking to. She thought that she looked ridiculous with a top knot, but if it caught Toni's eye positively why not. While waiting beside Betty at the blonde's locker as she fetched out textbooks Cheryl was idly leaning against the closed lockers next to the blonde drumming her fingers against her jean clad thigh when she spots Toni casually walking down the hall in conversation with Jughead Jones. She makes eye contact with the boy first and before she knows it he's gesturing in her direction. Cheryl automatically assumes that Jughead wants Betty's attention for the school's paper or something so she says, "Betts," under her breath. "What is it?" Betty turns following the redhead's line of focus. Weirdly enough the two don't make their way over to the cousins, the pink haired girl choosing to give a friendly wave instead. Cheryl's hand feels like jello as she returns a wave herself. Out of the corner of her eye she can see that Betty isn't making any motions. Once the pair is out of eyesight Cheryl whips around to chastise the blonde on her lack of courtesy, "Toni was waving at us!" The redhead watches in confusion as her best friend's lips turn up. "She was actually waving to just you," Betty laughs with a roll of her eyes as she closes her locker door. "Maybe I should w-wear my hair like this more often," Cheryl mumbles in a daze.