Unknown Feelings

2: Time Kept In A Photograph

Chapter 2 : Time Kept In A Photograph

The two of them stood in the dark with one street light spotting them like stars on a movie set. Neither of them spoke or uttered a word to one another.

"So..." Alice chirped in," What brings you to the Northside?" She questions the man in front of her.

A scoff slides off his lips," Oh, wow... I should've known you were too good for the southside." He taunted as his breath could be seen in the cold air.

Alice Andrews fights back her inner Alice Smith and plants her feet to the ground. She knew if she let him under her skin, she would never get him out. "You're the one to talk, FP." She sneers back. "You stopped talking to me and Fred all on your own. Nobody put a gun to your head and forced to you to stop." If only she knew why, FP sighs and closes the gap between them.

His feet touched her studded heels and she looked at him with soft eyes. Almost as if she was drawn in by him or it was like he had the power. "Alice, I want to say sorry the way I acted it was wrong and I'm sorry if I hurt you or Fred."

In the morning, Alice stood in her kitchen replaying the night in her head. It was odd to see him after all these years. Her stomach fluttered when her eyes laid on him. She never felt like that before.

"Al?" She looks up from the floor and smiles at her husband. "Alice, the stove!" He shouts to grab her attention.

She quickly turns on her heels, spotting the teal tea kettle sizzling over and making a huge mess. She must've been really stuck in her head and didn't realize that it was still boiling.

"Shit!" She curses as she tersely turns the knob off and huffs a breath as she looks at her bubble-residue stove-top. "Damn it! I'm such an idiot." She cried out as she anxiously ran her hands down the front of her face in defeat.

Fred notices his wife's distress and come from behind. His arms wrap around her waistband causing her to settle down. She loves it when he touches her and instantly feels unpressured as soon as he touches her.

"Al..." He says before he leans over her collarbone and leaves three little special kisses behind. "It's just tea, don't worry, Baby." He brushes a piece of hair behind her ear.

A shiver crawls it's way down her spine." I know... it's just that it's a special day."

"I know our anniversary, Baby." She chuckles as he grabs the hot pads and sticks it behind her head.

"You're a dork, you know that?" He rolls his eyes and sighs.

"But, I'm your dork." He replies as he walks away.

He was right. He was her dork and she loved everything about him. They were very happy and three amazing kids. Betty was her favorite, even though you're not supposed. She had hers.

Sunnyside Trailer Park was the capital of Trailer Trash. Everybody knew that or chose not to walk passed the iron-tin box. He looked at his son's face and almost smiled at his boy's smirk.

"Come Dad, Ms. Andrews is making a mean ass peach cobbler." His son kept encouraging him to come with him.

As much as he would like to, he also didn't. His love for Alice only kept him away from her. He didn't want to see her cozying up to Fred and acting like he was her only love. Well in her defense, She didn't know about his secret love for her.

He sighed as he set the newspaper down on their wobbly tabletop." Jug... it's not going to happen." His son groaned and sucked at his bottom lip.

"Tell me one reason why not."

And there it was. The question he wanted to say something to. 'I'm in love with her' but he keeps his mouth shut.

"I gotta work, Boy. Money doesn't grow on trees." He stated as he got up and lightly smacked his son's head with the rolled up newspaper.

Jughead sighs and extends his arms as his dad disappears into the back. He knows that his dad's hiding something and he's going to find out. All he knows that his girlfriend will be here soon to pick him up.

Just like clock work a light knock makes a appearance on their front door; well the only door."Dad, I'm leaving." He calls out before he closes door lightly behind him.