Part 21*

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"You really like her don't you?"

I smiled and pulled my head over the wall, just the thought of her makes me smile. Her hair always somehow perfectly soft on my hands, her lips sweet as heaven always with her famous taste of blueberries, she really love blueberries, every time I take her to Pop's she asks for a blueberry milkshake, her favorite lipstick taste like it, and I love the taste of blueberries on her, it's one hundred percent better than the actual fruit. The way she smiles making my heart beat faster, her small hands on mines always soft and warm, perfectly fitting my owns, the way her touch makes me burn and lose control of my body, her eyes....I can always tell how she's feeling just by looking at her eyes, and I love being the only one capable of that. I love everything about her.

"Archie! Dude you have this stupid smiled on your face right now and it's fucking disgusting."

"Sorry I was thinking about her..."

He laugh and gave me a "no shit" look, making me laugh harder and get up. The girls we're having a girl's night at Veronica's place, I wander what are they doing...what makes a girls night a...girl's night? Is it like the movies? Pillow fights and nail painting while talking about hot guys and stuff like that? All Jug and I do when we have our "guy's night" is just order some large pizza with some coke, and play some video games, and talk about everything and nothing specially. Sometimes he talks about Betty and how their relationship is going, and I do the same with Emma, but most of the time it's just us trying to bit each other asses on some game.

"What do you think they're doing?"

He looked at me confused and stared at the floor for a long time probably thinking the same as me. What annoys me the most is the fact that every time I ask Emma about her "girls nights" she just laughs and says it's private. Why is it so private? I want to know, and she always turning me down just makes me want it more....that's why she keeps quiet about it. Jug looks at me with a grin and I knew....he has something crazy in mind...."I'm in."

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"No V I'm not saying. Just stop asking please."

"That's a yes....you did it....when?"

I looked away and started eating my popcorns, we were watching  Magic Mike XXL and I said something about wanting to go to a club with guys like the ones from the movie, and Ronnie being the bitch she is said that I should ask Arch for a lap dance, making me blush. Betty was seating now in front of me with a serious expression, trying to read my face, she was shocked. Ronnie on the other hand was looking at me with amusement, loving to make me feel embarrassed. She's been asking all this things about my sexual life and every time she looked at me I would blush even more giving her the answers she wanted without needing to actually say it.

"oh my gosh....was more than once...you little slut! You guys have been doing naughty things and you didn't told us? I feel offended by that Emma...Betty and I deserve to know when our best friend takes the next step in her relationship with our other best friend!"

I rolled my eyes blushing more, as if that was possible. I didn't want to talk about it because just the thought of his touch makes me numb, thinking about his lips on me...the way they would move slow and gently ate first and then faster and rougher giving me that taste of mint I love, his hands all over my body searching every corner of my body, the way his voice would come out of his throat harsh and lower making my whole body shiver and lose my strength, the way he would guide me to do whatever he wants without doubting or thinking twice...I was starting to get hot so I took my shirt off and hold my hair in a messy ponytail hiding my face on the bowl of popcorns. "Fuck" A sound of something falling from V's balcony enter the room. We made our way to the window and saw a boy laying on the floor groaning in pain and a second one trying to help him get up.

"Archie?"

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