wlw imagines

late talk - cheryl blossom

genre: fluff
pairing: fxf
song recommendation: dansen före döden - thomas stenström
a/n: this is my first imagine! I hope that you'll like it and I will happily take on new requests! I am not native to English so please bare with me, if you find an error please dm me about it!

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On a rainy Friday, just like this one, Y/N would rather be curled up in a blanket fort with a good book of your preference in hand. Instead you were scrubbing the tables clean at the local diner, Pop's. Trust me, you loved the old man but his diner was kind of understaffed at the moment, so he was extra needy this month.
You could already smell the delicious food being cooked, that would later stick to your hair. The desire to go home and take a well deserved shower was undeniable.

Tightening your apron and switching tables so that you were now facing the door, you only saw people leaving the diner instead of entering. Even if you closed in a couple of hours you couldn't help but feel relieved by the lack of customers. The night was still young, so a lot can still happen.

Cheryl Blossom knew love in very few ways. The love from her parents was lacking in all sorts off ways and the recently passing of her brother took a toll on her poor heart. The amount of love she deserves was endless, you thought. After seeing the redhead in the crowded halls of Riverdale High, you were mesmerized by her beauty. Not wanting to go for it, you kept your distance and respect visible.

The small bell above the maroon painted door made a sound, indicating that a new customer entered Pop's Chock'Lit Shoppe. This time it wasn't an annoying man in his forties who tipped poorly or a family of five who couldn't keep their children in check, but the apple of your eye herself, Cheryl Blossom. Her silky red hair had been curled just prior to the date of today, hanging loosely down her dress clad chest and back. She was wet from the pouring rain outside. The dress itself was a beautiful purple colour that complimented the entirety of Cheryl.
A small hey erupted from you as Cheryl walked by you and slid into one of the booths. She sent a smile and a small eyebrow lift.

"I didn't know that you worked here, English" said Cheryl, watching you curiously with her charming eyes. She straightened her dress out and put her hands the oak wood table.

"English?" You answered. "Why did you call me that?"

You took out your notepad and pen in preparation to order Cheryl's food.
"Sit down, there's not a single soul here," she asked with a playful smirk. It was daring, like she needed to make it a game instead of being honest. She really just wanted more time to speak because everyone knows that she never spoke to you at school.

As the two off you started talking, the chock ticked away and soon it was almost pitch black outside. As soon as you realized that, you started to apologize for withholding her from doing the most important things that Cheryl Blossom must do in her spare time. Cheryl laughed at your frantic actions.

"No, this was nice. Don't apologize," she argued. Cheryl had the most delicate smile on her face, and you were sure that you had only fallen deeper in love with the one and only, Cheryl Blossom.

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