I Didn't Know Love (Riverdale Fanfiction with Falice)

Not Even Close

After Alice had left the diner last night, FP had texted her to ask what time he should pick her up. She had told him eight o'clock.

FP started to get ready at six forty-five. After taking his shower, he stood in front of the mirror in nothing but his towel. He stared at his reflection, remembering his first date with Alice twenty six years prior. He took her to the drive in, they made out the whole movie, then went to Pops for coffee and cherry pie. He is just as nervous now as he was back then.

Yes, time has passed but, FP was still mad for her. She got more beautiful with age. He never thought he'd get another chance to make things right with her.

Opportunity came knocking at his door. Quite literally knocking. Someone was actually knocking on his door. On his way to the door he glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was only 7:15. He had time before he had to pick Alice up.

He pulled the door open quickly and his jaw dropped to the floor.

There in front of him was Alice. She wore black combat boots, skin tight leather pants, a fishnet shirt and a leather jacket.

It wasn't until after she walked into the trailer that FP saw that it was her Serpent jacket.

This was not at all how FP wanted tonight to go, but nothing has ever actually gone according to plan in his life. Why would it start now?

Alice finally turned to face him.

"I know I told you not to pick me up until 8 tonight but I really wanted to see you." Alice said quickly.

After watching FP's expression change multiple times, she assumed that his various expressions meant he was confused. Or irritated. Or...both.

"I'm sorry, I should have just waited for you to show up at my house. It's just that I'm so nervous, you know? It's like I'm not myself when you're around. I mean, I am, but I'm not. I'm Alice Smith with you FP, not Alice Cooper. That terrifies me."

She waited to see if his expression changed. It did. It got softer.

"You're wearing that  because you feel like Alice Smith?" He said pointing to her attire. "Don't get me wrong Ali, I love seeing you in skin tight leather, but you didn't have to do this for me. This hasn't been you for twenty-five years."

Alice shook her head.

"No, FP. I didn't do it for you. I did it for me. I've been pretending to be someone I'm not for twenty five years and I'm tired. I don't want to do it anymore." She said, her voice shaking.

FP watched her a moment before turning to walk back into his bedroom and holding up a finger to tell her to wait.

When he returned, he had on dress shoes, black slacks, a nice black button down shirt and a red tie. He held a bouquet of white roses and a box of chocolates.

"I'm going to give you a choice," he said. "I was going to take you to Greendale. They've got some kind of art festival going on. I remember how you always wanted to go to those. Then, we were going to go to a nice restaurant. A really nice one, that serves steak and red wine. Not a burgers and fries joint like we used to. We'd end our perfect evening at Pops with coffee, two cream, no sugar, and some cherry pie because that's your favorite. I'd take you home, walk you to your porch and kiss you in the moonlight under the stars. Maybe you'd invite me in, maybe not. I wouldn't push it. The kind of date you wanted when we were together before. I want everything to be perfect. Because that's what you deserve."

Alice had tears in her eyes. She didn't expect him to plan all that for tonight. She never thought that FP was actually listening to her all those years ago. She didn't expect any of it then either. They were only kids back then.

"Or," he continued, "We can stay here all night. We can make pancakes and watch movies. Some popcorn as dessert. Melt some milk duds in with it. I know how much you like that. Make out a little on the couch like old times. Whatever you want, Alice. I want this date to be whatever you want it to be."

Alice wiped the tears from her eyes and laughed. She stood for a moment and eyed him. He was wearing a tie for her. He was smiling, waiting for her answer.

She stepped toward the door and put her right hand on the knob. FP thought she was leaving, and right before he went to move to stop her, she lifted her left leg then her right leg up, reached down with her free hand and took her shoes off.

She walked over toward FP and wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. Once she pulled away she took his hands in her own and smiled up at him.

"I'll make the pancakes if you make the popcorn." She said, as she walked to the kitchen.

FP laughed and turned to follow her. He was fine with that. He's with his Ali, that's all that matters to him.