Riverdale Imagines

SWEETPEA {2}

I grab Sweetpea's hand as he puts the car in park, angrily.

He sighs, looking straight forward avoiding eye contact. "What, you can't even look at me now?"

"Every time I look at you, I just see him, I just think of him, it always is about Archie, last time I checked you were my girl so why are you always with him?"

I squirm in my seat anxiously, staring at his dark angry eyes, with my nervous worried blue eyes.

I could tell he was angry at me, but I wasn't particularly sure why. Yes me and Archie were friends nothing more, nothing less. But Sweetpea being...well, Sweetpea, he saw it as more than that. He didn't like the thought of me spending time with other guys. At first I found it kinda sexy and sweet that he was jealous, but now it was getting a little out of hand.

"I've told you time and time again, there is nothing between me and Archie, okay?" I say getting mildly frustrated. He was being completely unfair! I didn't go spazzing or getting pissy every time he looked at or talked to a girl because I trusted him, but why didn't he trust me?

"Then why the hell is he standing at your front door in the middle of the night," Sweetpea nods his head to my front door, where Archie stood, soaking wet as rained poured down on him.

I open my mouth to answer, but Sweetpea is already swinging the car door open. "I think I'll just ask him myself," he says slamming the door shut behind him.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I whisper to myself as I stare at Sweetpea and Archie, squinting my eyes, barely able to make out their silhouettes in the pouring rain.

I remove my seatbelt, zipping up my jacket opening the car door. I hear Sweetpea yelling angrily and I quickly make my way over to the front door.

"Madison, thank god," Archie says with a sigh, as he moves pieces of sopping wet red hair off of his forehead. "Please tell Sweetpea there's nothing between us."

"No you shut the hell up," Sweetpea says shoving Archie hard into the front door.

"Sweetpea, stop," I try to say with force, but my voice is swallowed by the thudding of the rain.

Archie shoves Sweetpea back, causing him to lose his footing slightly. My stomach twist and turns. What happens now? What if they ended up killing each other?

Sweetpea laughs a low humorless laugh, before punching Archie in the face. Archie's nose immediately begins to drip blood, but he ignores it throwing a punch at Sweetpea. And before I know it, there both swinging and punching and punching and swinging.

"Stop!" I shout, but Sweetpea pushes Archie to the ground, punching him over and over again, so many times I think Archie might seriously die.

I pull Sweetpea by the shoulder, trying to get him off Archie, but he's like a stone wall that can't be moved. "Sweetpea stop, this isn't you!" I plead with him, my voice sounds so small I'm not sure he even hears me, but I guess he does because he slowly rises off of Archie, wiping his bloodied nose, on his purple and blacked bruised knuckles.

I crouch down to Archie, who is a bruised beaten mess. "Are you okay?" I ask looking down at him, as I push my wet brown hair behind my ear.

"I'll be fine, I just...need some ice," he jokes. I laugh lightly, pulling him off the ground.

"Let's get you home," i say placing his arm around my shoulder as he leans his weight on me.

"Let me take him home, it's the least I can do," Sweetpea offers after moments of silence.

Archie and I exchange glances. "I only live down the street I can walk by myself," Archie offers with a shrug.

"You can barely stand!" I say. "Let Sweetpea walk you home,"

Sweetpea walks up beside Archie, replacing places with me. "I'm sorry," Sweetpea says duly. I can tell deep down it killed him to say that, but at least he said it.

"After you drop him off, we need to talk," I say shooting Sweetpea a look, he's about to say something, but I open my front door and slam it shut behind me.

I swiftly take my wet jacket and boots off, making my way upstairs, happy to be out of the rainstorm. I take my soaked leggings off and my shirt, replacing them with pajama shorts and one of Sweetpea's t-shirts.

I flop down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

A few minutes later I hear my front door swing open and footsteps up the stairs. Sweetpea.

I quickly sit up in bed, putting my mean face on. He was definitely in the doghouse for that little scene he just pulled.

I hear two soft knocks on my bedroom door, "can I come in?"

"Oh now you want to act civilized!" I call. He opens the door, looking his puppy dog eyes at me, as his wet body drips on my floor. I clench my jaw tightly, trying to keep my anger.

"I'm sorry okay, I just, I, I don't know,"

"No Sweetpea," I begin rising from my bed, to stand across from him. "First you falsely accuse me of having feelings for Archie when I told you I had no feelings for him, then you beat him up because, oh well you don't know why you beat him up, I forgot!" I yell angrily.

Sweetpea runs a hand through his wet hair, with a sigh. "Why don't you trust me?" I ask lowly, staring to the ground.

Sweetpea steps closer, tilting my chin up so that I'm staring into his eyes. My anger is gone, I was more sad than angry, and more tired than sad. I just wanted to know that he trusted me, was that so much to ask?

"I do trust you Madison, more than anything," he says. "I just...I've been hurt before and I don't want to lose you, I can't lose you Madison,"

I wrap my hands around his wet body hugging him, I felt like he needed a hug, I know I sure did. "I would never hurt you, Sweetpea, you mean too much to me."

He pulls away from the hug, to kiss me lightly. He places his large hand on my hip, slowly walking our bodies over to my bed. I lay down on my back and he slowly climbs on top of me, beginning to kiss my neck, I moan his name arching my back in pleasure.

"You're soaking wet," I say as I begin to pull off his wet clothes.

He smirks up at me, pulling his shirt off. "I bet you're wet too," he says reaching up my pajama shorts.

I smack his hand away. "Woah not so fast, I'm still mad at you."

He pouts at me, tracing a hand in my inner thigh, and it takes everything in me not to give in and do all the things that were running through my head, with him.

"Okay I understand," he begins, climbing under the cover, I climb under the cover too, cuddling beside him.

"Well you could always eat me out, I might forgive you then," I offer, lowly.

He smirks at me, "I thought you'd never ask," he says before going under the covers.

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