Our Messed Up Thing

chapter 5

It's twelve A.M and a remainder on my phone pops up reading L FREAKIN' A which Archie had written for me before he had that dark breakdown. My excitement doesn't allow me to sleep in the following two hours however my body is fully energized when I wake up.

As I make my way to my closet, making sure to wear the outfit I had planned for today a couple of days ago, my bedroom door swings open and Arch rushes through it with a huge smile covering his face; practically squishing his eyes enough so that his sight is blurry. He runs towards me as I scream with joy, he puts his shoulder on my thighs and grabs my legs with his strong hands and lifts me up to the air. He twirls me for what felt like forever with my head hanging from behind him. Both our laughs positively change the room's  atmosphere. When he finally puts me down I hug him with excitement and he lifts  me up a little again, his arms around my waist this time, and twirls me a little more.

"Today's the day!" He exclaims, leaving me a bit skeptic on his sudden change in mood.

"Yeah, it is." I respond, not hiding the fact that I'm caught off guard by the way he's acting.

"Listen, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting," is he reading my mind? "But there's no way in hell I'm gonna let my shitty personality ruin this day." I cringe at his use of a swear word, just because I don't like it when he uses them... around me, at least.

"Wow, that's... cool, I guess." I respond, while scratching the back of my head as a way of letting go a bit of the awkwardness in the air.

"Hey, I know I've been a dumbass-" Another swear word... "But please, things don't have to be awkward between us. I'm still the same person." But he isn't.

"Things aren't awkward, Arch." I lie.

"Yeah and I'm not retarded. I know when you're lying, G." He caught me.

"I'm not lying-" I say while looking down at the floor with a frown.

"There it goes again. Since when did you become such a bad liar?" He asks, with a teasing tone.

"I'm not a bad liar." I cross my arms.

"Oh I'm tryin',  I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'. Oh," He starts to sing Selena Gomez's Bad Liar in a terrible way. He knows I hate his singing, but he does it to frustrate me; which as he said a couple of months ago amuses him.

"Please don't-" I interrupt however it doesn't seem to affect him.

"Oh  I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', not to think about you- THIIINK about you. No no no no not to think about you- THIIINK about you-" He goes on.

"Okay, okay! I get it! Just stop, please!" I shout while laughing and covering my stomach with my arms. While doing this, I pinch my eyes closed. After a second or so, I feel two strong arms wrapping around me in a comforting way; hugging me. I always feel safe in between Archie's arms.

"I'm sorry," He softly whispers into my ear while pulling my hair back so that I can hear him clearly. "I care for you, so fucking much." Cringe.

"Don't swear." I whisper back, into his chest.

"Shit, sorry- Fuck- Ugh- FUDGE." He says, frustratingly sighing between each word.

"Hey, fudge is MY replacement for- that  word." I debate, almost swearing.

He laughs while saying "You are so lame,"

"Oh yeah? I'm also your best friend; so deal with it." I defend, while loosening my arms from around him and looking up at his face which I notice is smiling at me. I like these small moments.
Before walking out the front door, he turns around and asks "Well, what are you waiting for? Get ready! We are going to L Freakin' A!" He cheers and leaves.