I've Got You

Part 4

A/N:  Leaving Callie alone when she needed him is eating at Pea, but it forces them to break down some walls that leads to a big conversation to be had...in the next chapter. 

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Calloway wasn't wrong. However good his intentions might've been, he was sure as hell gone and that killed him.  Afraid of what might come out if he stayed any longer, he slammed the door in her face when she needed him most for the second time.  "Why do I no longer have pancakes in my hand, Sweet Pea, and where are we going?" Fangs asked, struggling to keep up with Pea's pace.

                "Out," Sweet Pea mumbled through gritted teeth.

                "Oh good- out.  I love it there."  Sweet Pea ignored his comment heading towards the only shady dive bar on the Northside.  He knew they wouldn't card him there.  "Are you gonna tell me why we're drinking at eleven a.m. or am I gonna have to keep playing this fun little mystery game you thrown me in?"

                Sweet Pea downed his first glass and slammed it back down on the counter signaling for another.  "How about you don't ask any more questions and I'll pay for half of your tab?"

                Fangs scoffed in reply, "If you're trying to shut me up....it's working.  Hey, can I get a scotch please?"  They stayed at the bar until Toni text them that it was time to go. Once Toni caught his eye when they arrived, he knew that she knew.  "Fix it," she mouthed at him before turning her attention back to her girlfriend and her big moment.

                Sweet Pea barely noticed when FP announced Jughead as their new leader or when Cheryl got her cherry-red jacket.  He tried his best to stay in the moment, but his mind was about ten miles away.  "Wanna grab another drink before we go? We've got our bikes back." Fangs elbowed him in the ribs bringing him back to reality.

                With a slight jerk of his head towards the lot where he hadn't realized his bike was, he nodded.  "You go ahead man, I think I'm done for the day."  Fangs ran off to where Cheryl was tapping the keg as Sweet Pea mounted his bike.  As it roared to life beneath him, he made a mental note to thank whoever was responsible for retrieving their motorcycles.

                He thought seriously about taking the long way back to the Andrews' home but quickly decided against.  Whatever damage he had done wasn't going to fix itself. With his morning buzz wearing off, he was feeling the regret that had been creeping up on him all day.  Mr. Andrews met him on the porch with crossed arms and a stern look that didn't quite match the kindness still shining in his eyes. "I don't know what happened between the two of you, but she has convinced herself that it's entirely her fault.  Now I'm not an expert, but considering that guilty look on your face I'd bet that you could share a good chunk of the blame right along with her."

                Sweet Pea's stomach churned at the idea of her, still in pain, shouldering a burden that he left her with.  "Mr. Andrews, I didn't-"

                A firm hand clapped his shoulder and stopped him mid-sentence.  "It's not my business, but I hate to see anyone beat themselves up like that.  Does she always do that?"

                The teen smiled wistfully, "Yes sir, she's got a knack for it."

                "I figured as much...Just go make it right with her.  The two of you are good together."  Sweet Pea nodded and Fred ushered him through the door.  "I'm gonna go upstairs for a while.  Holler if you need anything."