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I don't own any of Riverdale, only my characters
I was supposed to be studying for my calculus test for tomorrow morning with FP but our textbooks had found their way on to the ground along with our study notes, and pens. My windows were open letting the cool air fill the room, the blinds whipping around gently. I was pressed against my soft sheets, small kittens littered the duvet. I however, couldn't see them since my eyes were closed. But I could still feel the cold air, and the small eyelashes that brushed underneath my eyelid, a few hairs tickling my forehead. Our legs we're tangled as he hovered above, our lips melting and moving in perfect sync. He was kissing me very slowly, I didn't mind though, I liked slow, slow was nice. A better way of capturing the moment. I held him close to me by his arms, his arms entangled around my waist. His warm fingers barely touching my exposed skin, I don't know how long we've been like this but my lips felt numb and butterflies did backflips in my stomach.
I pulled away as his lips began to connect with my neck "we're supposed to be studying" I said breathlessly, I felt his lips hum against my skin. "FP" I whispered, he hummed again "okay, seriously, hop up" I said sitting up. He groaned but complied sitting up.
He sat cross-legged and dug into his back pocket, yanking out his packet of cigarettes, he pulled one out and passed it to me. "If my dad caught us smoking he'd kill us, and I don't think having a cigarette will cure my eardrums from being screamed in" I said, FP shrugged "screw your dad" he said. I rolled my eyes but stuck the stick between my teeth, letting him light up the end. I took a small breath in before taking the stick out, I blew the smoke away, coughing slightly.
Okay, I'll admit. FP wasn't the best influence, he is defiantly not the FP I went on a date with two years ago. But he's more wild now, I swear he's at every party Fred throws, and he drinks more than he weighs. And do I partake, yes I do, no way am I being labelled a prude. But in our own way, we balance each other out, and I like that about us. We are simple, yet very outrageous. I'll say that FP and I have had our moments throughout our 2 year relationship, we've had the fights, the awkward moments and the short little breakups. But each time, we still find ourselves in our little world of just us. God, no wonder I'm in love with him.
"Does it hurt?" FP asked with raised brows, god I love his eyebrows. I frowned "does what hurt?" I questioned, he reached forward, his hand grasping the bottom of my shirt and lifting it, exposing the left side of my body. And the green, black and red tattoo on my skin, just against my ribs. I shook my head pulling it back down "not really" I said.
Okay, now you'll really think he's a bad influence. So about halfway through last year, FP decided that he was going to join a gang, aka the Southside Serpents. Which I think is incredibly hot, except for all the drugs deals that apparently go on there, that is a bit eye-opening. And FP has brought me down there, more than once, and so far most of the Serpent's like me. So he came up with the idea to join the Serpents, at first I wasn't sure, since the main gossip on the Northside nowadays was how deep the Serpents were into drug dealing. But, after many hours of convincing, I finally said yes. But refused to do the Serpent's dance, I don't care how important it is to him, I will not be dancing on some pole who knows how many people have grinded on it.
