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cruciatuscurse · 6 years

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Unbreakable

Rating: All

Warnings: None

Pairing: Sweet Pea/OC

Summary: Cheryl’s sister has more in common with Sweet Pea than she thought.

“Dear sister, I promise to keep you safe,” Cheryl whispered into the dark, holding hands with the youngest Blossom.

They looked into each other’s eyes, parallels, as the words were left unspoken between them. All they had was each other now.

For as long as she could remember, she’d been in Cheryl’s shadow. She’d been told how to dress, how to look, how to act since the beginning. She had memories of her mother, brushing and braiding her hair, while whispering lessons in her ear. She was the prim and proper, docile youngest Blossom. The label was hers to own, whether she wanted it or not.

She walked the halls of Riverdale High with false confidence, a faraway look in her eyes. Her red hair was straight and down her back, freckles dotting her nose and her lips glossed and red. Cheryl was there to protect her from any unscrupulous attention (attention of any kind) like she was a jewel that needed to be guarded. She was untouchable, like a foreign princess camouflaged among the commoners.

She lived in her daydreams. She wrote a lot in her journal; her hopes, her dreams, her goals. She kept it in a safe place where no one would find it, not even her snooping mother. She let out a sigh. Her fingertips sparkled with anticipation, drumming against her thighs animatedly. The Southside was coming to Riverdale. Maybe things would finally become interesting.

She knew Cheryl loved to make scenes, but even she couldn’t have foreseen her hard shunning of the Southsiders now occupying their school. She stood at her side anyway, face hard as stone, as she crossed her arms. No matter what Cheryl did, she’d always have her sister’s support. Family came first, even if they were the only family they had.

She could see the rage boiling on the faces of the strangers around her, and she found her own brewing. This was all her father’s fault. If he would’ve made a few different choices, if Jason was still alive..

The thought died before it could be born. She joined in with Cheryl, causing chaos of her own. Maybe she wanted them to hate her too. Maybe she was going crazy. She couldn’t tell anymore. Cheryl was fiercely protective over her, and she over Cheryl, and together they were a team unmatched. The redhaired ice queens of Riverdale.

She noticed a change in Cheryl, but she chose not to address it. Maybe she was afraid of what Cheryl would say. But when Cheryl crept into her bed that night, declaring that she had a new love, her heart grew colder. She wished she’d gone to the Bijou, instead of staying home to sulk. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently.

“I’m Toni Topaz. You must be Cheryl’s sister.” The welcoming girl had been met with a withering stare, one which filled her with unease. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Only her name had been uttered before she declared she had more important places to be. The door slammed behind her, and Cheryl and Toni exchanged a look. Toni realized Cheryl’s trauma had to extend to her sister. She wondered why the Blossom girls, so beautiful and poised, had to come from such a toxic household.

Even though she’d insisted on having other plans, she truly had nowhere to go. She knew wandering around town, especially with a killer on the loose, was insane but she couldn’t help herself. Maybe she really did have a death wish.

She found herself visiting Sweetwater River. She thought about Jason, and Polly, and Juniper and Dagwood. She wondered what Jason would make of all this. She wondered if he’d be proud of who his sisters were.

She chose to go to the Bijou after, tracing the steps of a ghost. She watched every movie that was playing, even though she could hardly recall them. It wasn’t until the late night showing where her thoughts were interrupted by the loud boys behind her that she snapped out of it.

“Could you be quiet? Some people actually pay to watch the movie,” she snapped, rolling her eyes when the boys ‘oohed’ at her.

“Come on, sweetheart. Why don’t you come up here and join us?” One of them suggested, earning the snickers of his friends, and she glared at him.

“As if I’d sit with Southside trash.” The words were acid on her tongue, used to poison those around her.

Her words were hard, met with harsher ones. “Save it, Fangs. The Blossom bitch thinks she’s too good for us.”

“What did you call me?” She locked eyes with him. He was tall, older than the others, clearly the leader. His gaze was hard, challenging, as if daring her to disagree.

“You heard me. You and your sister think you’re better than us, just cause you come from old money. Well I’ve got news for you, princess, the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

His words were punctuated by thirty-two ounces of fruit punch being poured over his head. His friends were laughing at his expense, in shock, as if wondering if the petite redhead in front of them had really thrown her drink over his head.

He immediately stood up, imposing at his over six foot stature, wiping himself off. “What, are you crazy?”

“I’m not crazy, you lowlife.” She scrambled to get away from them, pushing herself away from the scene, her eyes seeing red. When he reached out for her, she screeched, “get your hands off of me!”

She pushed him away in a panic, only making him slightly stumble because he’d been caught offguard, before she hurried out the double doors. His eyes lingered after her, even as they were being kicked out for causing a scene, deciding that he hated redheads. Maybe they really were evil.

She found herself at home, beneath her blankets, in one big blur. She remembered his words, the look on his face as he said them, and she knew he meant it. She remembered how his friends had laughed, how they had leered at her. She wished the Southside would burn to the ground.

The following day at school, she followed Cheryl with a neutral expression. She didn’t know if Toni had told Cheryl what had conspired with the Serpents, but she doubted it. Cheryl would’ve freaked out on her already.

She saw him again, surrounding the lockers, and she felt her blood boil at the sight of him. She wanted to slap the smirk off his face. Cheryl, sensing tension, asked, “what’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

Of course, Toni went to greet them, attracting the attention of the other Serpents. The boy’s eyes followed them, landing on the redheads, and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s the psycho girl I was talking about,” he said loudly, stirring up attention, and her eyes hardened.

“The only crazy person here is you.” She stormed up to him, despite Toni and Cheryl’s protests. “You’re crazy if you think you’ll ever belong here. News flash, you don’t. You belong on the Southside, with the rest of the gutter trash.”

Her face was just as flushed as his, a fire ignited in their eyes, as their friends attempted to drag them both away from each other.

“Calm down,” Cheryl was saying. “There’s no need for name-calling. What is he talking about?”

But she ignored her, ignored everyone and their stares, as she stormed out of the school. When the cool air hit her face, she breathed in deeply. She didn’t know when she’d started to drown, but it always seemed like she was struggling to keep her head above the water. She found herself at Sweetwater River more than she liked to admit.

The next time they saw each other, all the circumstances had changed. There was a sleepover at their home, congratulating Toni for becoming a River Vixen, and she found herself hiding out. She had to admit, she did like Toni. It had been a long time since Cheryl had truly found someone to love, and she’d never take that away.

Toni was sweet, gentle with the Blossom women, and even though she represented everything they were supposed to hate, both girls seemed enchanted with her in their own ways. She was happy that Cheryl had someone to lean on now, someone who could comfort her in a way she couldn’t. She was there for the will reading, and the drama that ensued, and the awkward family dinner that she’d wished she could erase from her mind. She couldn’t find it in her heart to hate Toni, even if she should.

She had to remind her of all these things when she escaped from Thistlehouse and headed to the Southside. It was a longshot, but she had to go, for Cheryl’s sake. She hardly felt the night air on her stocking covered legs. Her red hair gleamed in the moonlight, face obscured by the red cloak she wore. She didn’t think twice before bursting into the Whyte Wyrm, attracting attention. Who was this newcomer, clearly on the wrong side of town?

She saw him standing with a few others boys around the pool table, some who’d been there that night, but she ignored that too. She looked around wildly, trying to find Toni.

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” He couldn’t help but taunt her, still holding the pool stick. “You’re on the wrong side of town, princess. You’d better hurry home before something bad happens to you.”

Ignoring him, she asked seriously, “where’s Toni? I know she’s here somewhere.”

He seemed to take in the expression on her face, as his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, but she didn’t have the time to spare on figuring out just what that something was.

“What’s going on?” She turned around, coming face to face with a concerned Toni. “What’re you doing here?”

“It’s Cheryl,” she revealed, a look of distress parting her pretty porcelain face. “They’ve taken her.”

“What? Who’s taken her?” Toni’s eyes were wide as she put her hands on the shaken girl’s shoulders.

“Our mom,” she sniffed. “She had her taken away by the Sisters. I fear she’s coming for me next.”

Toni held the girl in her arms, letting her cry, before she looked over her shoulder, glancing at Sweet Pea and their friends. They all looked concerned.

It was a blur after that. Toni insisted on getting her somewhere safe, and the others agreed to help. They led her to the trailer park, armed with only her backpack and Cheryl’s cloak, and she was vaguely aware of Toni talking.

“We’re going to get Cheryl back,” Toni promised her, crouched down to her level. “You need to stay here, though. It’s not safe for you on the North.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her sad eyes lifting from the ground to Toni. “Thank you.”

Toni gave her a soft smile before she disappeared into the living room, where several quiet voices could be heard. She kept wringing her hands, forcing down the feeling of hysteria that continued to build in her lungs.

“Just watch her, okay?” Toni was insisting to an unconvinced Sweet Pea. “She’s sensitive and fragile.”

He muttered, “didn’t seem like it when she was throwing a drink at me.”

“Come on, Sweets.” Toni rolled her eyes. “Her sister’s been taken away to who knows where, and her mom is possibly trying to do the same to her. Try to be a little compassionate.”

The sagging of his shoulders meant she’d won. Letting out a sigh, he said, “fine. But you owe me big time.”

“Noted.” Toni smiled triumphantly. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’ll keep you updated, let you know when it’s safe.”

Then it was just the two of them. The trailer was quiet, and he struggled with himself for a moment. Sighing, he walked into his room.

She was still seated on the middle of the bed, the cloak drawn around her shoulders. Her red hair seemed to glow underneath the yellow lights and he could the red rims around her eyes from where she’d been crying. He felt this may be karma for what she’d done in her life, but he immediately felt guilty for the thought. He’d be nice, for Topaz.

“So I guess you’re stuck with me for a while,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. When she didn’t respond, he continued. “You can have the bedroom. I’ll sleep in the living room. Just try not to move anything around, okay?”

He turned to go, unsure and unsteady, when he heard her quiet whisper. “Don’t go.”

He turned back around, surprised, and he felt a jolt when their eyes met. She looked just as unsure and unsteady. Tentatively, he approached her, sinking into the space beside her. He made sure there was a small gap between them. His hands rested in his lap, fingers flexing, as he was unsure what to do with them.

They sat in silence, side by side, and he found himself glancing at her. She wasn’t crying, but she was taking shaky breaths, and he slowly raised a hand to her back. She leaned into his side, closing her eyes as he comforted her.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he assured her, glancing down at the redhead. “Toni’s going to save Cheryl and you guys will be fine.”

“You don’t know what it’s like,” she interrupted him, looking up with pain filled eyes. “To have a mother that doesn’t love you, that’s constantly plotting against you. You don’t know what it’s like to not have a place to call your own.”

“Don’t I?” He challenged, brushing red hair behind her ear. “It’s not so great on these side of the tracks either, Red.”

She looked up at him in wonder, and he continued. He didn’t know why he told her about his parents, about how they kicked him out and how he had to find a place himself, how he joined the Serpents so he could have a real family. He didn’t know why he let her lay on his chest, why he couldn’t help but wonder about that ache in her eyes. He decided that he didn’t hate redheads, but that they sure were complicated.

He didn’t expect her to understand, but she did. She watched him, and she listened. Things were rough all over. That much she understood. The sun had started to come up when he noticed her yawn, surprised they’d been talking for so long. Where’d the time go?

“You should get some sleep. Topaz’ll kill me if you’re not well taken care of,” he joked halfheartedly, gently setting her aside to rise from the bed.

She almost asked him to stay, and he almost offered to. But there were lines, boundaries set, and neither wanted to cross them. So she offered him a good night, sliding beneath the blankets, and he shut the door with a quiet click. The exhaust settled in then, the excitement from the night over with, and he sat on the couch. He used the tattered quilt resting on it to cover himself, leaning back and shutting his eyes. He didn’t know why he saw red behind his eyelids.

When he woke, it wasn’t much later. He still had things to do, even if they were playing hooky. Toni had texted him, letting him know her plan, and then he had a text from FP. He was trying to be more involved, to make something of himself, and FP was letting him step up to the plate. A phone call later, he was standing up and approaching his bedroom door.

He knocked before he entered, greeted by the sight of the girl in his bed, red hair spread out over the pillows. He ignored the skirt and stockings neatly on the floor, willing himself not to think of her underneath the blanket. His skin was prickling.

He gently shook her, whispering her name, and watching as she stirred slightly in her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open, blue eyes meeting brown, and he counted the freckles resting on her nose. Maybe he was going crazy.

“I’ve got a job I’ve got to get to,” he was telling her. “I’m going to be gone for a while. Try to keep a low profile, okay? There isn’t much in the fridge, so I’m sorry about that, but if you go out don’t be gone for too long.”

She felt like a fugitive, or a runaway princess. Maybe she was both. “Okay,” she agreed.

They stared at each other for a moment before he nodded, more to himself than her, standing from the bed and walking out. She waited, listening as he showered before he came into the room. His waist was covered in a towel, hair wet, with water droplets dripping from the curl matted against his forehead.

“I forgot to grab clothes.” The explanation was hasty, filling the tension between the redfaced teenagers.

“It’s your room,” she replied, willing herself to look away from him. She couldn’t help but glance at him as he shuffled through his drawer, though, admiring the muscles on his back. She hoped Toni would be back soon.

He left the room again, she assumed to get dressed in the bathroom, and when he came back he looked as normal as ever. He wore a slight smirk on his face, and she couldn’t help the red that filled her cheeks. Maybe she was going crazy too.

“I’ll be back,” he promised again, and she nodded. She listened as he left the trailer, hearing the rumble of his engine, and then he was gone.

She checked her phone, finding a message from Toni asking how she was, and she sent a quick reply before sinking into the bedsheets. She thought about Cheryl, hoping she was okay, and she thought about Toni. They truly were made for each other. She tried not to think about Sweet Pea.

When he came back that night, he was surprised by the pleasant smell that greeted him. She was laying on the couch, watching tv, and her head slightly rose when he entered.

“Hey,” she greeted him.

“Hey.” He locked the door before approaching her. “Something smells good in here.”

“Yeah, I cooked,” she told him with a shrug. “I left a plate for you in the microwave.”

He blinked twice. “Oh. Thanks.”

She shrugged again, continuing to watch tv, and he wandered to the kitchen. His curiosity got the best of him, and he noted the clean dishes drying by the sink. Opening the microwave, he pulled out a plate of white rice with chicken breast and vegetables on top.

As he pushed the buttons on the microwave, he turned to look at her with his brow raised.

“I know I don’t have this food in my fridge,” he teased her.

“I went to the store,” she replied, glancing at him. “Don’t worry, I made sure no one saw me.”

“What, couldn’t have anyone seeing you sneak into the trailer park?” He teased her and she smirked at him.

“I couldn’t have them see me sneaking into your trailer.”

He put a hand to his heart, wincing. “Ouch. And here I thought we were starting to get along.”

“Guess again, Snake.”

He approached her on the couch with the hot plate, sitting beside her and starting to eat. After a moment, he looked at her. “This is good. Really good.”

“Yeah, well. It was either learn to cook or starve.”

He placed a hand on her thigh, the tan calloused skin contrasting with her soft one. She turned her head to look at him, and when their eyes met, he gave her a smile. She returned it before looking forward once more. He continued to eat, his eyes landing on the television. Somehow, the small gap between them had been bridged.

Cheryl was saved and the reunion was tear-filled. She had more to thank Toni for now. Not only Toni, but Veronica, Kevin and Josie. They had all come together to save her sister, and she couldn’t be more grateful. They all met at the Whyte Wyrm. It was a cause for celebration, after all.

Sweet Pea had driven her on his motorcycle, and she began to feel at ease beside the other teenagers there. They didn’t look at her so strangely anymore, like she was a sideshow attraction at the circus. She seemed to earn some respect, being at Sweet Pea’s side with Toni vouching for her. She wasn’t sure what to make of that yet.

When she saw Cheryl, who Toni had her arm around, she ran from Sweet Pea’s side and into her arms. She’d been watching him hustle guys out of pool, and he momentarily looked up when he realized he didn’t have the redhead’s attention anymore.

He smiled when he saw her hug Cheryl, the two talking animatedly, and then his eyes met Toni’s. She gave him a knowing smile, and he looked back down at the pool table. It was his shot.

“You two should stay here,” he heard Toni saying while they approached him. “It’s not save at Thistlehouse, not with your mom and crazy uncle there.”

“What about Nana Rose? What if they successfully kill her this time?” The girls exchanged a worried look and Toni sighed.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. Revenge is a dish served cold, right Cheryl?” Toni asked, and Cheryl nodded.

“Not to fret, dear sister. I’m going to come up with a plan,” Cheryl assured her, squeezing her hand.

“In the meantime, you two can stay with me,” Toni suggested, earning a look from the girls.

“Oh, I don’t want to impose,” she began, until Sweet Pea’s voice cut through.

“She can keep staying with me.” When he realized everyone was staring at him like he had three heads, he looked up from his game. “Look Topaz, as much as you want to save everyone, there’s no way the three of you are going to share a room in your uncle’s trailer. Let’s be realistic here.”

“Fine. Take good care of her, beanstalk,” Cheryl said, exchanging a look with her sister. “I’ll be checking in on you every day.”

“I know.” They shared a hug, words whispered, before Toni tried to lighten the mood.

“We are in a bar, after all,” she reminded them, and the girls went to get drinks.

Sweet Pea shook his head, watching the girls at the bar, until Fangs bumped into him. Glancing at his friend’s expectant face, he sighed. “Let’s play some pool.”

After a few hours passed, the girls were ready to retire for the night. Cheryl and Toni said their goodbyes to her sister, and she ambled over to Sweet Pea’s side. He had given up pool in favor of drinking beer with his friends, but when he saw her, he nodded. He said his goodbyes before guiding her to his bike, helping her on it before he drove to the trailer park.

When they got to the door, she said, “I’m not a charity case.”

His eyes fell on her. “I know.”

He watched her as she walked to his bedroom, eyes falling on her skirt and the sliver of skin her tights didn’t cover. He attributed those thoughts to the booze, and he tried to get some sleep.

She had started going to school again regularly with Cheryl and Toni, and Sweet Pea always made sure to take her and pick her up on time, but he was disappearing more often than not on Serpent business. One night, when he came home to another dinner, he was faced with the redhaired beauty.

“Where are you always disappearing to?” She asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know?”

“You’re gone a lot,” she pointed out, crossing her arms. “I just need to know what you’re up to.”

“Serpent business,” he stated, watching her roll her eyes. “The bills aren’t going to pay themselves, princess.”

“I just need to know you’re okay,” she admitted, looking away from him, and he approached her.

“I’m okay,” he told her, looking down at the petite girl. He tilted her chin up gently, watching as her big blue eyes fixated on him, and he closed the gap between them.

Her hands were up as they kissed, eyes shut, and he felt her quiver beneath his touch. The slap she gave his face after was worth it, he decided while he was laying on the couch that night.

He didn’t see much of her after that, and it worried him. He had opted to give her space, not wanting to rush her into anything, but she seemed more in her head lately. At first, when he noticed dinners weren’t waiting for him anymore, he thought she was just mad at him. Now, he questioned if she was eating at all.

He found her at Sweetwater River, talking to herself. He approached her quietly, and after a moment, he realized she was talking to Jason. He didn’t want to frighten her, and he went to announce his presence, but she spoke first.

“Do you know why I always come here instead of his gravestone?” He didn’t answer, but she continued anyway. “Because his spirit died here. Not in that coffin they buried.”

He approached her then, attempting to take her into his arms, when she started hitting his chest. She was crying, sobs spilling from her body with every shaking breath, as she called him names. He let her, not attempting to push her away, until she sagged in his arms.

“We’re all hurting,” he told her quietly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she insisted at first, ignoring the look he sent her way.

“Nothing to talk about? So you not eating, burying yourself in your head and talking to your dead brother’s spirit is normal?” He asked sarcastically, watching her wipe away tears. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but don’t lie to me. I’m not stupid.”

“I know,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I know.”

He guided her to his bike, the way he always did, and the ride home was silent. He thought about his life, and all the moments leading up to this. He wondered if this was how his life was always supposed to turn out. He hoped he was making the right choices.

When they got inside, he watched her silently walk to the bathroom. He heard the water running, ignoring the sobs he could hear, as he took off his jacket and walked to his bedroom. He waited for her, patiently, watching as she walked into the room in her towel.

She met his eyes and he stood up, walking to her side and gently taking the clip out of her hair. Her long red hair fell loosely around her face, in tendrils, and he touched the side of her face tenderly.

“Better,” he stated, after a moment, unable to find any other words.

She smiled at him, and he fought the urge to kiss her again. He didn’t want her to run from him anymore. He forced himself to turn around, closing his eyes when he heard her drop her towel, and he waited until he heard the creak of his bed before he faced her again.

She was underneath the blankets, with a look in her eye that he couldn’t quite place, and she wordlessly pulled up one side of them. It was all the invitation he needed. After taking his boots and shirt off, he climbed into bed beside her, their bodies touching beneath the blankets.

He listened to her talk quietly, explaining the truth of the Blossom family. It was arguably the oldest family in Riverdale and the most horrible. He held her while she spoke, giving her his strength, and he made sure to brush away every stray tear. She was growing stronger by the day. When she’d run out of words to say, too tired to continue, he pulled her into his arms and they went to sleep. It was the best night of sleep he’d had in years.

Something seemed to change after that, something neither of them could place. His bedroom wasn’t off limits anymore, no longer a boundary unable to be crossed, and he slept beside her every night. Waking up beside the little lion was better than he could’ve ever imagined.

He still took her to and from school, but he tried to go to class more, for her sake. He didn’t want her to worry about him the way she did, and he assured her he wouldn’t turn out like her father. He hated Clifford Blossom, with a passion, but he thanked him for giving the world such a gift.

At the Whyte Wyrm, she could be found beside Sweet Pea or hanging off his arm. She cheered for him during games, listened to him talk with his friends and he realized how comfortable she’d become among the other Serpents. She fit right in with the Southside.

Cheryl and Toni seemed to notice as well, but they kept their comments to themselves. Their eyes wandered to the pair, watching how Sweet Pea’s arm hung around the redhead and how she seemed stuck to his side. They shared a knowing look before turning to their drinks.

The girl had a routine, and she liked it. No longer was she beneath her mother’s thumb. Instead, she was free to be herself with Sweet Pea. When she told him she needed to get the rest of her things from Thistlehouse, he didn’t hesitate to agree.

After borrowing a truck from one of his friends, he drove her to the Northside. She seemed shaken, the house coming into view, and he put a hand on her thigh.

“You’re going to be fine,” he told her, getting out of the car with her. She took a breath before she nodded, vowing to be strong.

When they approached the door, she tightened her hold on Sweet Pea’s hand. He gave hers a reassuring squeeze. She let herself in, relieved when she wasn’t immediately swarmed by her mother, and she hurried him upstairs.

Cheryl and Toni had only come once for Cheryl’s clothes, but her sister seemed to want to clean house. What had started originally as an escape plan had somehow changed into more.

He helped her back, taking most of her things, and she carried the rest out. When they heard her mother’s voice, calling to her, he promised to wait in the car. If she wasn’t out in five minutes, he’d be coming back.

She faced her mother then, feeling nothing but rage when she looked at her. Her mother didn’t even have the decency to look remorseful.

“So this is what my daughters are doing? Fraternizing with gang members and drug dealers on the Southside?” Penelope asked in disgust, shaking her head. “The two of you are such disappointments. I expected this from Cheryl, but I always had higher hopes for you.”

“Save it, mother. He might be a gang member, but he’s taken better care of me than you ever have.” She turned her back on her mother, cutting the tie that held her to her, and she felt liberated.

In the car, Sweet Pea glanced at her. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m glad we’re out of there,” he said as he began to drive, making a face. “That place gives me the creeps.”

“Yeah, well. Me too.” She smiled at him then, and before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned over and kissed him.

He almost crashed.

“Jesus,” he said with a laugh. “Give a guy some warning next time.”

Her face was almost as red as her hair, but she couldn’t help but laugh too. He shook his head, starting to drive again, and glanced her way.

“And to think, this whole time I thought you weren’t into me,” he teased her, and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re repulsive.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

He took her hand, kissing her knuckles, and she couldn’t help but smile.

#sweet pea imagines #sweet pea x reader #riverdale imagines #slow but steady

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