the girl next door ➳ a.a ♡ b.c.
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  • Reads 16,938
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 59m
Complete, First published Jun 21, 2018
(under major editing)

"i love you with all my heart, elizabeth cooper, i always have and always will..."

"and i love you archie andrews, always have always will."

archie and betty had been best friends since birth. they'd always had a platonic relationship. so when they both got significant others, who just happened to be each other's best friends they thought nothing of it. that is until they spent a intense night together trying to track down the black hood. they both have feelings for each other they just don't know how to admit it, but when they do their entire world gets flipped upside down. nothing will ever be the same. 

PSA - THIS STORY FUCKING SUCKS IT IS SO DUMB DO NOT READ IT UNLESS YOU ENJOY PURE TRASH AND YOU WANT YOUR BRAIN TO BE SUBJECTED TO SEVENTH GRADE ME IDIOCY


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