Riverdale Preferences

#1 How You Meet

Archie: You were out golfing with your dad and since you weren't the best at the sport, your dad was was ahead of you by at least three holes. You were bent over your club lining up your shot when out of nowhere you heard someone yell "Watch out!" You quickly looked up to see one of the small balls heading towards you. You managed to move out of the way and turn to see the ball land in the hole. "Impressive" you smiled at the red haired boy who had made his way in your direction. "Thanks" he replied, glancing down at your scorecard. You hid it, embarrassed by the fact you were way over par. "Need some help?" he asked, taking your club from you "I'm Archie by the way" After that day, you would meet up every week for "Golf Lessons''.

Jughead: You were at your local street marker picking up some vegetables for your mom when it started pouring with rain. Since you had no jacket, you decided to just go home. You started to jog through the rain, while trying to protect your hair, not paying attention to where you were going. You managed to run into something metal which sent you to the wet ground. Footsteps came rushing in your direction. "Are you okay?" a soft voice asked. You looked up from your soaked clothes to see a boy with dark hair and the most wonderful grey eyes. "Did you hit your head? Do you need to go to hospital? How many fingers am I holding up?" he rattled off questions to you. You giggled, trying to show him you were okay. He held his hand out for you to take. "Just to be on the safe side how many fingers am I holding up?" he asked again, holding up four fingers. "Four" you answered, smiling as you saw him relax. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder "I'm Jughead. And you are going to come get some lunch with me. Just so I can keep an eye on you" You giggled "I'm (Y/N)" You looked up into his grey eyes "And I'd love to have lunch with you".

Kevin: You walked into your favourite clothing store in hope to find a new outfit for your friend's party. You started to scan through some clothing racks with decent looking clothes but nothing was catching your eye. You finally picked up a shirt that had cute little birds on it thinking it would look good on you. "No, no, no!" someone exclaimed from behind you, taking the shirt from your hands. "Excuse me?" you asked, spinning on your heel to yell at whoever took the shirt from you. You were met with a very attractive young man smiling widely at you. "Can I have the shirt back?" you asked, reaching for it. He held it from your reach "It's a horrible shirt babe" You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest "Oh really? What shirt would you recommend I get then?" His grin widened and he held up a shirt similar to the one he was wearing. "Is that not the same shirt as the one your wearing?" you asked. "Yeah but I won't be wearing it later when we hang out" You furrowed your brow "What?" He laughed at the confused expression on your face "Here" he smiled, handing you a piece of paper. You looked down at it and smiled when you saw his name and number with a smiley face next to it, telling you to call him.

Reggie: Music was blasting from the speakers in the club. You were dancing with your friend, letting all the stress from the past week leave your body. Over the music, you called to your friend that you were going to get a drink. You pushed your way through the dancing bodies until you reached the bar. "Vodka and coke please" you grinned at the bar tender, who set about making your drink. You looked to your left to see a beautiful dark haired boy staring at you. When he noticed you looking, he winked, sending all the blood to your cheeks. You gave him a shy smile and looked back towards the bar to see your drink waiting for you. You took it and turned to go find your friend but you came face to face with the dark haired boy. He bent down "I'm Reggie" he said into your ear. "(Y/N)" you replied. He took your hand, giving you time to put your drink back on the bar and led you onto the dance floor. He placed his hands on your waist and you smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying your bodies to the music. Later that night after he had walked you home, you noticed he had slipped his number into your jacket.