Sweets [Sweet Pea]

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Sweet Pea remained on the couch while Cindy cooked in the kitchen. She had chosen to make some pasta, along with a classic garlic bread. She definitely picked up tips from all the cooking shows she watched, but she learned everything from her grandma. She spent quite a lot of time with her until she passed away, which heavily impacted Cindy.

Cindy boiled some water in a pot, and added the pasta, stirring it every once in a while. She became engulfed into the process that she didn't notice Sweet Pea leave the living room. He wandered into her bathroom, checking it out to see if he could find anything interesting. He proceeded to check Cindy's bedroom. He surveyed the room: suitcases on the floor, some clothes, and the new belongings she had bought. He noticed her laptop, which was a new MacBook Air. He could immediately tell that Cindy was wealthy. Sweet Pea made his way back into the living room. He slid off his jacket and threw it on the couch.

He moved into the kitchen and surveyed Cindy with his eyes. She seemed so pure and angelic at that moment to him, the way her hair fell, the way she moved, the way her body made a calling to Sweet Pea. He bit his lip, and he watched her drain the pasta, adding sauce and prepping the garlic bread with spread. Cindy looked up at him.

"You're awfully quiet," she said before going back to plating the food. Sweet Pea became fully aware of her statement, and he walked up to her and leaned on the countertop.

"Thought I'd watch you cook," he said before the girl shoved a plate of food in his face. She handed him a fork and glided around him to set her plate on the table. Sweet Pea followed.

"Do you want anything to drink?" she asked as she pulled out a can of San Pellegrino, a classic for Cindy. Sweet Pea shook his head and Cindy made her way back to the table as she opened up the can. She attentively looked at Sweet Pea, feeling the need to receive praise from him. Sweet Pea looked up at her, his mouth stuffed and said, "It's good." She smiled and proceeded to eat.

"So, what actually brings you to Riverdale?" Sweet Pea asks. Cindy sat back in her chair and played with her fingers.

"My mom has business to deal with, so I couldn't live by myself in Calabasas. She sent me here with my dad to be supervised, although he isn't always over my shoulder."

Sweet Pea nods his head. "So you're like a trust fund baby?"

Cindy coughed at the question. "No, I'm not."

"Yeah, you are. You don't have to work to earn any money" Sweet Pea replied, the conversation making Cindy uncomfortable.

"I'm not a trust fund baby."

Cindy hated being called the three-worded phrase. It was always a stereotype for every kid with rich parents. Cindy sighed, and picked up her plate, taking Sweet Pea's plate and placing them in the sink. She made her way to the living room and pulled her legs to her chest on the couch.

"So Sweets. What's up with the name? Why are you a fuckboy? What's the gossip on the Southside?" Cindy asked the Serpent. Sweet Pea made his way the other couch in the living room, placing his legs up on the coffee table, earning him a glare from the brunette.

"Sweet Pea is my name," he said, and before Cindy could retort, added, "And no, I'm not telling you my 'real' name."

He looked over at her again. "If you're not a trust fund baby, then I'm not a fuckboy."

Cindy snorted. "Okay, why do you like to have sex every day?"

"Not every day. I do it because I'm young. Why not do it is the real question."

Cindy rolled her eyes at his statement.

"I don't know what the news is around here. There's a killer on the loose, school starts in two weeks, your brother is a nut, and you'll be the new gossip on the Southside once FP decides to properly introduce you" Sweet Pea said, looking at the girl for a reaction.