His Serpent Queen || Sweet Pea

Chapter 26

Sweet Pea's POV

It's been five weeks since quarantine. Five weeks that our little shit hole of a town was cut off from the outside world. Our whole town, everyone seemed off. 

However, it's been five weeks with Andy sleeping at my trailer every night. I don't mind it, actually I really rather much enjoy it. It reminds me of how we were before Riot Night. How she practically was living with me at my old trailer, but things were different now. That was a different time, different us. Andy's different now, but it's a change that I love, seeing her become more independent with the time that she spent away from Riverdale. 

Yet, with quarantine, Andy won't admit it, but I can tell that Hiram's little show of cutting us all off and being forced to stay sitting ducks for whatever his bigger plan is, was taking a toll on her. 

But it's her eyes that tell me everything.

She scared of the unknown.

Her big brown eyes spill her secrets, especially when she sleeps over at my trailer. She doesn't think I notice, but late at night, I notice her looking out at the small window. Deep down I know that if our circumstances were different, if Hiram wasn't a ranging tyrant that made sure to make his daughters' and wife's life a living shit bag, she'd leave Riverdale in a blink of an eye. Who can blame her? I know I can't.

"Hey man!" Fangs hit me in my chest, making me scowl at him. "Earth to Sweet Pea?"

"What do you want you gremlin," I grumbled at him as I continued to stare at my Andy, who stood at the far end of the school hallway with a group of Vixen's.

"Okay first of all that's mean-"

"But am I lying you short shit," I smirked at him as I leaned against my locker.

Fangs scoffed as he clenched his jaw, "You know you're lucky that I'm your best friend because I don't think anyone else would put up with your bipolar ass."

"Is there something that you wanted," I said with a roll of my eyes.

He let out a sigh, "Nothing important anyways, but what's on your mind? I could tell for the whole ride here that you weren't really paying attention to me, especially since you kept letting me talk. The whole time."

I shrugged my shoulders, "It's Andy."

"Oh boy," he leaned against the lockers next to me, "What'd you do this time?"

"What- I didn't do anything. Why'd you even say that?"

"Because it's you. You always say or do something-"

"Okay. But not this time," I looked back at Andy. She left the group to walk towards her own locker, she glanced down at the polaroid pictures that scattered her locker door. Her hands slightly touched her favorite picture. It was a Christmas picture of herself, Veronica, and their mom back in New York when Andy was just 5 years old, the three girls were making a gingerbread house. I remember when she first told me about that picture.

Flashback

"This is cute," I picked up the picture from her binder when we were in our science class.

"What is?" She glanced from her notes as we were working in pairs, and immediately a smile appeared on her face. "You know, this has to be my favorite picture of my family to this day."

I hummed back in response, "Why's that?"

She bit the bottom of her lip as I could see her genuinely thinking of how to respond, "It was the first Christmas without my father. To a lot of kids that age, they'd miss having their dad around for Christmas, but not Ronnie and I. We already knew from an early age that he was an asshole, especially to my mom, but at that time he was already in prison for the first time in my life for like already four months. Those four months were the happiest the three of us could be. I remembered my mom asking me what I wanted for Christmas that year and all I said was to build a Gingerbread house with her and Veronica."