IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ tomboy and skirts

( TOMBOY AND SKIRTS ) 
by mantleismagnificent

You grew up in Riverdale the notorious small town of pep (far from it though). You grew up next door to Reggie Mantle. Although many saw him as this pretentious douchebag, you knew him for who he was. Everything he showed to the town was for attention, he lived for attention.

You two became best friends when he saw that you spent most of your time alone, and so did he. Nowadays you did talk to Archie, Betty, Jughead and Kevin but back then they were inseparable and they didn't like Reggie because he was a showoff. One day he got in a small wrong encounter with Archie and they kicked him out. Reggie was crying, you had never seen him cry so you were there for him and till this day he was your best friend.

These days you two were partners in crime. You tagged along to his infamous pranks that you secretly enjoyed because you were supposed to be his 'moral compass'. Plenty of people told you to let him go, but you never listened, he was your confidant. Both of you had gone through so many things together to just give up on him because of how he acted towards some.

Although in the high school system you were a bit of an underdog as Reggie rose to popularity and became the quarterback to the varsity football team. Although that never stopped your friendship and you couldn't be prouder for him, you attended all of his games and cheered him on. People knew to leave you alone because you were pretty feisty and Reggie made sure you were protected.

It was just another day as you got ready for bed because you had school the next day when you heard a knock at your door.

"Come in" you confirmed as your mother made her way in with a bag.

"I got you something to wear for my birthday" she spoke with a smile engraved on her face.

"What?" you rose an eyebrow.

"Well I got you this" she added as she took out a black flowy velvet skirt "I knew you didn't own one so I decided to buy you one" she continued.

"Mom, I don't wear skirts, but thank you. It really means a lot" you answered the nicest way possible.

"Oh c'mon look I bought you three. One black, one grey, and one navy blue. They all fit your color spectrum. Please?!?! For my birthday!" she pleaded "I made sure they would all fit your tomboy style, your sad colors" she insisted as you chuckled.

"My sad tomboy style" you sassed back.

"You know I just want to see you in a skirt before I die. You'll probably wear a pantsuit for my funeral for all I know" she chimed in.

"Fine, only because they kind of look cool and will fit my sad tomboy style, and because you're my mother" you pleased with a small smile.

"Thank you!" she singed as she pulled you into a hug and exited your room.

The next morning you decided on the black velvet skirt which you matched with a band t-shirt and some converse high tops. You twirled around your room for a bit because it was kind of fun.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the kitchen as your mother took a mental photograph.

"Oh my god, you look stunningly beautiful. Happy birthday to me!" she praised as she took out her phone as took a picture.

"Uh really mom?!" you declared.

"What?! It's not every day I get to see this" she claimed with a smile plastered on her face.