this is an ode to my best friends
and every good thing that must come to an end
tomorrow we won’t see each other in study hall
so here’s a few memories for us to recall
and no, i won’t be mentioning the epic highs and lows of high school football!
i grew up next door to betty cooper
who everyone thinks is super-duper
just don’t mutter the word ‘tangerine’
‘cause it sets off her serial killer gene
veronica lodge, always in pearls
there isn’t a business you haven’t given a whirl
funny to think you were never prom queen
then again, you were once upon a time a human dialysis machine
cheryl blossom, your as rich as a rockerfeller
you also kept your beloved jason down in a cellar
but i’m glad to see you and the serpent queen back together
only thing, toni, southside’s one word
so whoever designed your jacket is a terrible speller
jughead jones needs no intro
he made his teacher jump out of a window
thinks himself a private eye
chained himself to riverdale high
kevin’s voice is so beautiful he belongs in a chorus
but he spends most of his time cruising fox forest
fangs, look at you now
you’re a rockstar greaser
a long way from a cult member who stole organs to store in a freezer
last but not least, mantle the magnificent
pound for pound you’re my closest equivalent
but there’s that other reggie so how do we know your even legitimate
i’m gonna need to see some kind of birth certificate
these are just some of our wild endeavours
but now we’ve come to the end of our time together
its truly one of my life’s greatest pleasures
to call you all my best friends
for ever and ever
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String Beans and Goldfish
Summary: Defending someone who everyone hates is hard. Especially when you're standing in front of a bunch of gang members and Mr. Serpent Hottie won't stop staring at you.
Pairing: Sweet Pea x fem!reader
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As soon as you walked through the door, you felt the piercing gaze of 20 something pairs of eyes on you. There was only one that truly mattered, but you pushed down your weird volatile feelings and cleared your throat, stepping up to Jughead.
“What are you doing here?” He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were into gaming.”
You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Sorry Jughead, I’m not here to join this fun little club you’ve got going on here. I’m here to talk to you guys.”
“See Jughead, she’s probably here to tell us how stupid our club sounds. Literally who’s going to believe this.” Fangs whined.
You avoided looking at Fangs, because you knew exactly who would be standing right next to him.
“Honestly, I don’t give a shit about your club. I just need to talk to you guys about Reggie.”
You heard a collective groan among them at the name of Riverdale High’s star athlete, infamous among the Serpents for being a complete asshole.
“Why? You here to defend that dick? You his girlfriend or something?”
Shit.
You looked to where the voice came from, although you knew exactly who it was. You made eye contact with him, his eyes, cold and proud, staring into you intently, waiting for an answer. There was an emotion rippling through his body that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
Anger? Jealousy? Both?
Sweet Pea remembered the first time he saw you- the drag race. You were leaning against the truck Reggie was sitting on, your elbow resting on Kevin’s shoulder, looking annoyed as you squinted in the sun.
You had taken a sip out of Reggie’s red solo cup, making a disgusted scrunched up face before shoving the drink back into his hands.
Sweet Pea almost smirked from his place on his motorcycle next to Toni, but remembered he wouldn’t be caught dead smiling at a Northsider.
He couldn’t help but steal glances at you the whole time, and he for sure as hell could see you looking back at him.
The second time he saw you was on the Serpents’ disastrous first day at Riverdale High.
You were standing off to the side behind Kevin, trying your best not to cringe at Veronica’s enthusiasm and Archie’s uncomfiness. Sweet Pea wasn’t even listening to whatever Veronica was saying, instead eye-flirting with you the whole time.
You didn’t say anything when Cheryl and Reggie made their dramatic entrance down the stairs, apart from an audible groan and an eye roll. But, he did see you pull the sleeve of Reggie’s jacket back when he tried to storm up to Sweet Pea, a glint of warning in your eyes. Reggie immediately backed down, and Sweet Pea scowled at the sight, a string of jealousy pulling in his stomach.
He later learned you were in his World History fifth hour class. You and Cheryl walked in late, accompanied by Principal Weatherbee. Cheryl holding a rag to her bleeding nose, and a bruise forming on your knuckles, and your seat was coincidentally the one right next to the one he sat in.
”Damn you must be one hungry chick.” Sweet Pea watched as you pulled out yet another pack of goldfish.
“Thanks, string bean.” You smiled, trying your best to cover up the rapid beating of your heart. “It’s one of my best qualities.”
He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “It’s actually Sweet Pea.”
“Well, Sweet Pea, maybe you should take me to Pop’s one time and I can show you much I can eat in one sitting.” You said with a wink, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
And before Sweet Pea could flirt back, Reggie stormed over, narrowing his eyes at Sweet Pea, threat clear in his eyes. Before he could throw out an insult, the teacher interrupted, loudly telling Reggie to sit down.
He grudgingly did, but he spent the rest of class glaring murderously at Sweet Pea. And of course, Sweet Pea flirted with you even more because of that.
And now you were here, at an undercover Serpent meeting trying to defend him.
That filled Sweet Pea with rage.
“Look, string- Sweet Pea. I’m not trying to make up excuses for him. I’m just trying to show you his side.”
“Those sound an awful lot like excuses, sweetheart.” Sweet Pea sneered.
You tried not to choke at the nickname.
“Look, Pea, I don’t want to get in the middle of whatever sexual tension is going on between you two, but how about we hear what she’s gotta say.” Toni tried to reason.
“Thank you.” You sent Toni a warm smile, ignoring the first part of her sentence, before facing the rest of them.
“Okay look. I know, Reggie is an asshole. But deep down . . . he’s actually still kind of an asshole- you know what, I have no clue where I’m going with this, lemme start over.” You said with the wave of your hand. “Reggie’s going through a lot right now. His dad- let’s just say he isn’t the best father.”
You paused, thinking how to phrase your thoughts. “He’s going through a lot of shit at home, and-”
“So? That gives him a right to treat us like shit? Tell Reggie to get over himself. Other kids get abused, doesn’t mean they go around acting like dickbags.” Sweet Pea snarled, venom dripping from his voice.
You narrowed your eyes at him, getting defensive. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying- honestly I don’t even know what I’m saying.”
You looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling stupid. You kicked at the tile, your converse skidding on the floor.
“I’ve known Reggie for a long time, and what I’ve accumulated over all this time is that Reggie is terrible with feelings. When he’s mad, he’s angry. When he’s sad, he’s angry. When he feels like shit, he’s angry. It may not seem like it, but he’s really hurting inside. So he thinks the solution is to take it out on other people. And you guys are the perfect target.” You got quieter, the previous anger in your voice turning into sadness.
Sweet Pea suddenly felt guilty for yelling, which was a feeling he rarely ever felt.
“Look, guys. If you want to beat him up, go for it, he honestly deserves it for being so terrible.” You took in a breath. “But try not to kill him, please. He’s my best friend.” Your voice went down to a whisper at the end.
The kid next to Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Please. Save the acting, bitc-”
He was quickly silenced by the thunderous slam of Sweet Pea’s palm onto the desk.
“Nevermind.” His jaw clenched.
Sweet Pea’s eyes stayed on the desk, but he caught the slight smile on your face. He was too proud to tell you that he’ll try to go easy on Reggie, just for you, but you understood.
And that was what made you special.
Before anyone could say anything, Reggie’s voice echoed in the hallway, calling your name.
“You should probably go before your boyfriend gets mad.” Sweet Pea muttered angrily, falling even deeper into the dark pit called jealousy.
You turned to walk out the door, but not before looking Sweet Pea dead in the eye.
”He’s not my boyfriend, string bean.”
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