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Omg what if rog (in rxrxl) admitted he has feelings for reader and reader doesn't know what to do or say because, although she likes him too, she doesn't want to piss linda off or anything of the sort. So it's just conflicted and messy because she wants Roger too but she knows that the three of them, their thing can't last forever and she just doesn't know what to do or say. 😭😭
i love you for this request but also i hate you just a little cause writing it made me cry lmao
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The pub was quite quiet. Not surprising since it was still early. And a Thursday. Nowhere near peak drinking time but you and Roger were already holed up in a booth, a pint by both your elbows and a half eaten bowl of chips between you. He’d invited you out, with an infuriatingly mysterious “I’ve got something to tell you,” refusing to say another word about it until you’d both finished your first drinks.
“C’mon, Rog, what were you gonna say?”
“I don’t know if you’ll want to hear it, might be better to just not say anything.”
“Well now you have to tell me! Can’t just hint at it like that and not explain!”
“Its….” He stopped, let out a breath, opened his mouth and then closed it again.
“Rog! Just spit it out! I’m dying here,”
“Alright alright,” he paused to take a swig of his drink, liquid courage you supposed, “It’s… oh fuck it, I think I’m falling for you.”
“Fa-falling for me?” you felt dizzy, rubbing at a temple with one hand.
“Shit, I’ve ballsed everything up, haven’t I? Just forget it. Knew it was a bad idea to tell you.”
“No, Rog. Course you haven’t. It’s just that…. god if you’d said that last week ago I would’ve thought you were joking. But now…”“What d’you mean?” “I think I’m falling for you too,” you whispered. If the pub had been any busier you’re sure you would have been drowned out. “Wait, really?” Roger sounded hopeful and you wished he didn’t. You were going to have to have to be honest. And that meant you’d hurt him. “Yeah. Realised last Saturday morning. Remember? You me and Linda spent the morning in bed,” “How could I forget?” “It hit me while I was watching you both laughing. I’ve been trying to sort it all out in my head for a week now because I love Linda too. Like, really proper love her.” “Yeah…” it was half a sigh, Roger’s eyes downcast. “It’s hard Rog. I feel like I’m betraying her by loving you too. Guilty. Like we’ve been cheating or something which I know,” you help up a hand seeing Roger about to cut in, “is stupid, I know. Everything we’ve done since I started seeing her was with her. But I can’t shake it. And I can’t shake how I feel about you either. I can’t just turn that off.” You wiped at your eyes with your palm, annoyed that you were already getting so emotional, not helped as he reached across the table and lay his hand over yours “fuck, this whole thing is messy enough as is.”
“It’s not that messy. You and Linda are together and sometimes you invite me to have sex with you both. That’s not messy.”
“It’s messy Rog and you know it. What we’re doing isn’t normal. And it’s like,” you paused for a breath, trying to get the words in the right order in your head so it didn’t come out wrong, “I’ve always felt like there was a time limit on this thing we’ve been doing. That one day we’d wake up and realise we were too old for it or realise we wanted something else. You’d find a bird you wanted to marry and have kids with and we’d call an end to it. And then me and Linda would be together and you and your girl would be together and you’d have a family and be this completely dorky dad who just happens to play drums for an incredible band. And this whole thing would just be a series of memories. Really good memories. And y’know we could catch up over dinner or drinks or at a fucking barbecue like old friends do, and laugh about when we had that water balloon fight and I ended up topless in the front yard. Or the day on the beach. And then we’d all go back to our respective homes and be happy and content. But now I don’t know what to think.”
“That’s the thing, Y/N,” he said, passing you a napkin to dry your eyes, “I have met a bird I’d be happy to settle down with, but it’s you.”
“Rog,” it fell out of you in a whine, upset that he wasn’t making it any easier. Though when had he ever made things easy?
“Just hear me out. What if we were together? You and me and Linda. We could live together and be happy together. We could move in and tell everyone we’re roommates and then we’d cook for each other and share a big bed like in that Willy Wonka movie and you wouldn’t be alone when I went off on tour or whatever because you’d have Linda and you could love us both and no one else would have to know.” He paused, and grabbed another napikin, “Bloody hell woman, now you’ve got me all teary eyed.”
You let out a watery chuckle. His hand was still over yours, warm and comforting, and it made you want to believe him. Made you wish that it was possible, the carefree future he was imagining. But there were too many questions, too many problems with it.
“It sounds wonderful Rog but I just don’t know how it would work. What if Linda didn’t love you the same way I do? Or you didn’t love her as much? Wouldn’t that just lead to someone feeling left out or pushed aside? And if that wasn’t the problem then, what happens when we grow up and people start asking when you’re going to meet a girl and settle down? What happens with kids? I know you want to be a dad one day. Would I be their mother? Would they be raised by three parents, two mums and a dad? What would our families say? Our friends? People at whichever school the kids went to? It’s all good and well to say we’re roommates or whatever now while we’re young enough for people to believe iit but you’re not thinking about the future. How could it work?”
“I’m not saying it’d be easy but we could work it out,” he squeezed your hand, “It’s not normal but none of us are really that normal. I’m a drummer in a rock band. My life is always going to be broken up by tours and albums and everything, not a typical way to live but I was never looking for typical. And you used to be just a groupie to me. I knew what you sounded like moaning before I knew your name. Linda’s the most normal of us and she knows far more about electronics than anyone could ever suspect. Plus she likes you so she can’t be completely normal,” He gave you the look he always gave you when he cracked a joke specifically to cheer you up, the did you get it eyebrow raise and the half smile like he was stopping himself laughing at his own cleverness. All you could manage was a strained smile in return.
“I don’t know, Rog.”
“We could try, Y/N. We should try.”
#1000 follower celebration#my writing#my blurbs#RRL#Anonymous#(technically got this before the celebration kicked off lmao)
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Learning to Love
Prompt - Can you do a "what happens in Vegas " movie au prompt where they are 18 and the group sneak into a bar. They weren't on speaking terms. Drunk and stupid and get married. Money is on the line and the each person partner wants it for different reasons. The makes them stay married, and they fall in love Pleaaasse.
Warning - Very LONG fic. 16.5k words.
Betty stared out the window of the aircraft, she sighed deeply to herself. Her emotions were in turmoil, deep down she knew she should be ecstatic, she was off to Vegas after all, but the company on the vacation was putting a downer on the whole thing. Her mom had arranged the vacation in celebration of Betty getting into college even though Betty was already halfway through her first year, Betty had been excited at the prospect of time away in Vegas but unfortunately for her, her mom’s best friend had also decided to come along, bringing his son with him.
Fred Andrews and his son, Archie Andrews lived next door to Betty and her mom, Fred and Betty’s mom had been friends since high school, it was pure coincidence that they ended up living next door to each other, they’d both had this dream that Archie and Betty would become best friends like they were, the only problem was Betty couldn’t stand Archie. They had been good friends when they were younger but as Archie grew older he’d become the kind of person Betty despised, a typical clichéd airhead jock who’s only interest was sports and girls. Despite Betty’s protests to her mom she still had to endure dinner parties and family barbecues with the Andrews, knowing exactly how much he got under her skin Archie would constantly find ways to torment Betty which only added more fuel to the fire of her hatred. Betty had thought that once she left for college that would be it, no more Archie, no more fake smiles at family events, but Betty’s joy had been short-lived when she spotted Archie roaming around her college campus. Betty had brushed off the first few sightings, surely there had to be more than one redhead in the city of New York, but Betty wasn’t that lucky, one day at lunch she had been thrown over someone’s shoulders and spun around until she nearly vomited. After she was placed back on her feet she came face to face with none other than Archie, who’d kindly forgotten to mention that he’d gotten into NYU. Betty had been furious, this was supposed to be her time, she was supposed to get away from Riverdale and leave all the bullshit behind, but no, here was Archie lingering like a bad smell, she couldn’t even vacation without him tagging along. Thankfully her mother had agreed to let Betty invite a friend along, Betty’s longtime best friend Veronica had agreed to accompany her on the trip, whilst Archie’s friend Jughead had joined Archie. Hopefully, this would mean that Archie would be too busy with his friend to remember that Betty had even joined him on the trip.
Arriving at the hotel Betty was exhausted, she couldn’t wait to get into her room and have a long hot shower, she’d always hated flying, all that recycled air left Betty feeling grimy. Arriving at their room Betty was annoyed to see that Archie’s room was directly next door to her and Veronica’s, rolling her eyes she let herself into the room refusing to even acknowledge Archie.
After a long relaxing soak in the shower, Betty felt much better, after drying her hair she threw on a summer dress and some flats to go and join the others for lunch. As the six of them ate they discussed their plans for the holiday, they were only in Las Vegas for the weekend, this was the only weekend everyone could get together, having arrived late Saturday afternoon the plan was to do some sightseeing for the rest of the day before retiring to their rooms after dinner, her mom had booked tickets for them to see the Cirque du Soleil on Sunday so she wanted them to be well rested, they had been flying most of the morning so Betty was more than happy to have an early night.
They spent the afternoon taking in the sights that Las Vegas had to offer, they walked down the strip before visiting Fremont street where they were treated to a spectacular light display before stopping at the Bellagio Resort to watch the fountain display, by the time they made it back to their hotel Betty was exhausted. After bidding her mom goodnight Betty and Veronica retired to their rooms, Veronica headed straight to the bathroom while Betty routed through her suitcase for her pyjamas. When Veronica appeared from the bathroom, Betty looked at her confused.
“Is that what you’re wearing for bed?” She questioned, Veronica was dressed in a short black sequined dress that just about covered what it needed to, Veronica laughed.
“Of course not Betty, we’re not going to bed, we’re going out.” Veronica said as she walked over to the mirror with her make-up bag.
“Veronica we can’t just go out, this is Vegas and we’re only eighteen, there’s not a chance we will get in anywhere.”
“Ah, but that’s why I have these.” Reaching into her bag Veronica pulled out some plastic cards, riffling through them she passed one to Betty, it was an exact replica of her drivers’ license, except this one said she was twenty-one, not eighteen.
“Where did you get these?” Betty asked, she honestly couldn’t tell the difference between the fake ID and hers, they were amazing.
“Let’s just say I know a guy who knows a guy.” She said smugly, Betty looked down at the other fake ID’s and her face fell.
“Why do you have one for Archie and Jughead?” Betty said snatching up the ID’s.
“Because this was Archie’s idea, come on Betty we can’t come to Vegas and not experience the nightlife.” Betty tossed the cards back on the dresser before sitting back on the bed, she folded her arms in front of her in a strop.
“Well thanks anyway but I’m not going.”
“Oh yes you are, Betty Cooper.” Veronica spun round to face her. “You ran off to New York straight after graduating, we never even got to have a goodbye party, so this is your punishment. You will stop being such a prude, you will go out with me and you will enjoy every minute of it.” Veronica stated jabbing her mascara in Betty’s direction with every word.
“But I don’t even have anything to wear, I packed for a sightseeing holiday, even with great fake ID’s I doubt I’m getting in anywhere wearing Khaki shorts.” Veronica smiled at her.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got you covered.” Veronica reached into her bag and pulled out a little black number for Betty to wear, throwing it at Betty she shoved her towards the bathroom to change. Trying on the dress Betty couldn’t deny the dress was beautiful, albeit a tad short, the dress was black lace with a jersey style skirt, the top was all lace that reached up into a halter neck before draping down the back. Betty had to remove her bra as the back was sheer lace. Splitting up the dress was a chunky gold belt that wrapped around Betty’s waist. Walking out the bathroom Betty couldn’t help tugging at the bottom of the dress.
“I think this is too short V.” Betty said as she checked out the dress in the full-length mirror.
“Don’t be daft Betty, you look hot.”
“I can’t even wear a bra with this, I may as well be naked.” Betty really didn’t feel comfortable.
“Oh yeah, here.” Veronica reached into her bag before throwing a black item towards Betty.
“What it this?” Betty questioned as she held the garment up.
“It’s a stick on bra, stick it over your boobs and pull that cord, it will give you a killer cleavage.” Betty raised her eyebrow at Veronica, she didn’t want a killer cleavage. “It’s either that or braless.” She sang. Huffing Betty made her way into the bathroom to try on the bra, she was surprised to find that it was actually quite comfy, she decided against pulling the string all the way, she wasn’t one to stand out.
After letting Veronica do her hair and makeup Betty was quite pleased with her reflection in the mirror, Veronica had left her makeup subtle yet sexy, she had layered on the eyeshadow to give her smokey eyes and the layers of mascara made her eyelashes pop. Veronica had provided Betty with a pair of heels, whilst they weren’t the highest pair she owned Betty knew she was going to struggle to walk in them.
Opening their hotel door, Betty glanced down the corridor before tiptoeing to the room next door, Jughead opened the door and Betty and Veronica snuck inside. Jughead handed over two drinks to Veronica who passed one to Betty. Taking a sip Betty nearly choked.
“Jesus Jug, are you trying to kill us.” The drink was more alcohol than mixer.
“We didn’t bring enough soda with us, I had to make do, it’s probably best if you down it all in one.” Veronica looked down at her drink before shrugging, she tipped her glass back and drained the cup.
“Jeez, that was strong.” She shuddered and turned to Betty. “Come on Betty, down the hatch.” Betty stared at her drink before sighing, bringing the drink to her lips she pinched the bridge of her nose before downing the drink, goosebumps erupted over her skin as Veronica and Jughead cheered for her. Opening the bathroom door Archie strolled into the room, he was wearing a pair of dark jeans and an off-white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he glanced around the room before looking Betty up and down.
“You look great Betty, when did you grow breasts?” Archie joked, Betty shot him a dirty look before folding her arms over chest.
“Ignore him Betty, your boobs have always looked hot.” Suddenly Betty wasn’t looking forward to the night, Archie always found a way to ruin any good mood Betty found herself in. Sighing she turned to Jughead.
“Have you got any more of that drink?” She asked as she crossed the room to give Jughead her glass.
“Sure, it’s gonna be strong though, I don’t have a lot of soda left.”
“That’s fine just fill it up.” Betty was going to need a lot of alcohol if she was going to make it through this night.
“So…” Archie chimed up. “Let’s see these fake ID’s.” Veronica reached into her bag and pulled out the cards and handed them over. “Wow, these are great.”
“Yeah, they weren’t cheap but they are the best, if they are scanned they’ll come up.”
“This is awesome.” Archie said, Betty rolled her eyes, screwing her eyes shut she knocked back the rest of her drink shuddering once again, Jughead wasn’t lying, it was much stronger than before. “Well, what are we still doing here, let’s get out there.” Betty adjusted her skirt once again before following the others out the door.
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After flagging a taxi down the group found themselves back at the Bellagio, but this time they weren’t there for the fountain display. Queuing up outside Hyde Bellagio Betty felt incredibly nervous, the slight buzz from the alcohol she’d consumed was doing nothing to help keep her calm. Reaching the front the bouncers carded them, just as they expected, Betty fumbled with her clutch almost dropping it before handing over her card with shaky hands, the bouncer glanced between Betty and her fake ID before nodding her through, Betty released a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding and stumbled past the bouncers and into the club. Heading straight to the bar Betty and Veronica giggled to each other, she couldn’t believe they had done this. The bar was crowded so Archie decided they should order two drinks and a round of shots each, that way they wouldn’t spend half the night queuing for drinks. after everyone had ordered Betty ended up with six multicoloured shots in front of her, Archie and Veronica had ordered double shots.
“Alright, you have to slam them all, one after the other.” Archie shouted over the music, Betty blanched, she didn’t do very well with binge drinking, she’d learnt that the hard way at a frat party her first week at college, she’d got wasted and almost ended up naked in a pool.
“Come on Betty, drink then we can go dancing.” Veronica shouted in her ear.
“On three” Archie said as he lifted the first shot to his lips, Betty nodded and got her shot ready. “One, two, three.” Betty slammed shot after shot, she was shocked to look up and see she was the first one to finish, Archie was next while Jughead and Veronica struggled with theirs. “Nice one Betty, who knew you could drink.” Archie held his hand up to high five Betty but she just slapped his arm instead.
“Shut up.” Veronica pulled on her arm to get her attention.
“Down one of your drinks so we can go dance.” She shouted down Betty’s ear, Betty grabbed her glass from the bar and quickly drank her double vodka with lime and lemonade before swapping the empty glass for her full one and following Veronica towards the dance floor.
After dancing their way through a bunch of songs Betty was more than feeling the effects of the alcohol, not wanting to be the first one to flake on the night she shouted to the others that she was going to grab some water and made her way towards the bar. Leaning over the bar trying to get a bartenders attention Betty felt someone place a hand on the small of her back, looking around she saw Archie standing next to her, he leaned down to talk in her ear.
“You okay?” He asked her before pulling back to look at her, Betty could see in his eyes that he was also feeling the effects of the alcohol, Betty nodded at him.
“Yeah, I just need some water.” She turned round to look down the bar again.
“Don’t be such a lightweight Betty, let me buy you a real drink.” Betty shot him a dirty look.
“I am not a lightweight.”
“Prove it,” Archie said smugly. “Have a shot with me.” Betty hated the way he was looking at her, she really did not want to prove him right and wuss out by ordering water so against her better judgement she moved to the side so that he could order their drinks.
“Hey, you said a shot.” Betty shouted as she glanced down at the bar, Archie had ordered six shots of some clear liquid as well as some fancy cocktail for the both of them. Archie simply shrugged his shoulders.
“I can order you that water if you want.” Shooting him yet another dirty look Betty picked up the first shot, Archie picked his up and clinked the cup with Betty’s. “Cheers Betty.” She rolled her eyes before knocking back the shot. The liquid burned all the way down and Betty coughed as she slammed the glass back on the bar, Archie was already holding out the next one.
“What the hell is this?” Betty said as she tried to clear her throat.
“No idea, it’s strong, that’s the only reason I got it.” Archie necked the next shot and Betty followed suit, once again Archie had the next shot waiting for her, Betty shook her head.
“No, no more, it’s disgusting.” Betty scrunched her face up as the after-effects of the alcohol took over.
“Come on Betty, last one. You’re not going to turn me down are you, that wouldn’t be very nice seeing as I bought you this drink.” He grabbed hold of Betty’s arm and placed the shot glass in her hand. “No drink it before I make you.”
“Ha, I’d love to see you try.” Archie smiled suggestively at Betty and raised his eyebrows.
“I’m sure you would.” He said smugly.
“Gross Archie.” Betty lifted the shot glass to her lips and braced herself before tipping the glass back.
“There you go.” Archie smiled before drinking his own shot. Betty grabbed her cocktail and took a sip to try and wash the foul taste out of her mouth, she was met with a fruity punch taste, enjoying the taste Betty drank deeper and was shocked to find she’d drank the cocktail all in one, Archie laughed at her.
“Thanks for the drinks, now let’s go and find our friends.” Betty said as she grabbed her bag and turned round to face the dance floor. Spinning a bit too fast the room took a while to come into focus and Betty swayed slightly on the spot. She felt Archie’s hands grab hold of her hips to steady her.
“You good?” Archie breathed in her ear, Betty nodded.
“I think so, let’s go.” She walked forwards in the direction that she last saw her friends, Archie’s hands moved from her waist but he kept one hand on the small of her back as he guided her through the crowd of dancing bodies, spotting Veronica Betty lurched forwards and almost fell into her best friend.
“Hey,” Veronica laughed. “Where have you two been?”
“Drinking,” Betty replied. “You should try one of the cocktails, they’re amazing.” Betty could hear her words slurring but there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
“I will do, after you dance with me.” Veronica smiled at her before pulling her close to dance. Betty’s head was swimming and she was finding it very hard to concentrate, the lights felt incredibly bright and she could feel the music pulsing through her body, she was definitely going to regret going out in the morning.
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Betty groaned as the sunlight streaming through the window burned her eyes. Prying her eyes open Betty glanced around the room, her mouth tasted like vomit and she had no recollection of getting back home. Sitting up she glanced around the room, her dress and underwear had been scattered all over the floor, looking down at her body she could see she had slept naked, pulling the sheet around her she glanced over at Veronica’s bed, it didn’t look as though it had been slept in. Stretching her arms above her head Betty tried to ease the ache in her upper body, feeling a sharp pain in her left shoulder Betty flinched, reaching round she could feel some scabbing across her back, panicking thinking she’d cut herself she raced out of bed and bent down in the dresser mirror, angling her back so she could see her shoulder Betty could see it wasn’t a scratch, it looked like a tattoo.
“Oh, no.” Betty reached round to try and rub the tattoo away hoping it was fake, when pain erupted from the tattoo all hopes were squashed. Moving closer to the mirror Betty tried to see what the tattoo was, it looked like a heart but it had something written inside it, moving closer Betty screamed when she realised what it was, Archie’s name was written in a fancy font right in the middle of the heart. The bathroom door was thrown open and Betty screamed once again when Archie ran out of the door with only a towel wrapped around his waist, reaching for the sheet Betty covered herself up as quickly as she could.
“What the hell are you doing in my room, get out!” Betty shouted at him as she tugged the sheet closer around her body.
“Betty this is my room.” Archie said smugly, Betty glanced around the room, it looked very similar to her room but as Betty looked closer she noticed that her suitcase was missing as was Veronica’s, and she could see the cups they’d used to drink from before they went out.
“What am I doing in your room? How did we get home last night?” Archie shook his head as though he didn’t know either. “And what the hell is this?” Betty angled her shoulder towards Archie so he could see her tattoo. “Is this real, what the hell.”
“I think it’s real, mine is anyway.” Archie angled his shoulder and Betty could see what looked like a matching tattoo. Holding the sheet tighter around her Betty shuffled forwards to check out the tattoo, sure enough, Archie had a matching heart tattoo except in the middle of his heart was Betty’s name.
“Oh my god.” Betty walked backwards and dropped down on the bed. “A tattoo, why would we get a tattoo, my mom’s gonna kill me.” Betty put her head in her hands, quickly pulling her hands away Betty put her hands in front of her, sitting on her ring finger was what looked like a large plastic ring normally found in gumball machines. “What the hell is that?” Betty questioned.
“Oh yeah, if you thought the tattoo was bad you’re gonna flip at this.” Archie walked over to the bedside table and grabbed a piece of paper before handing it to Betty. Betty struggled to read whatever was written on it, the words were swimming on the page.
“What is this?” Betty questioned shaking the paper in Archie’s direction.
“That my little wifey is our marriage license.” Betty stared at Archie as she tried to comprehend what he’d just said.
“That’s not even funny Archie, seriously what is it?”
“I’m not laughing Betty, it’s real, we got married last night.” Betty’s face fell, she pulled the document up to her face and tried to make sense of the writing, she could see her and Archie’s name and her signature at the bottom. Betty threw the paper to the side, standing up she started pacing the room.
“This can’t be real, this is some kind of sick joke, we can’t be married.” Betty said with a nervous laugh. “Oh no.” Betty’s stomach lurched as the reality of the situation sunk in. Racing towards the bathroom she dashed past Archie and slammed the door in his face, only just making it Betty emptied her stomach into the toilet bowl.
After having a quick shower Betty wrapped herself in a towel and opened the bathroom door, Archie was lay on the bed flicking through the channels on the tv. Trying to maintain as much dignity as possible Betty went around the room and scooped up her dress and underwear, Archie laughed from on the bed.
“Shut up okay, just shut up. Where’s my bag?” Betty asked as she looked around the room.
“I have no idea, maybe Veronica has it.” Archie said as he continued to flick through the channels. “She’s next door with Jug.” Betty huffed as she tucked her clothes under her arm, there was no easy to ask what she was about to ask so she just came out with it.
“Did we, you know, last night?” Betty asked hoping he understood what she meant.
“I honestly have no idea Betty, we were both naked in the same bed when I woke up, so maybe, I don’t really remember much.”
“Oh my god.” Betty’s head fell into her hands again, what the hell happened last night. “How can you be so calm about this Archie?”
“What do you want me to do Betty, you have to admit this is pretty funny.”
“No Archie it’s not even remotely funny.” Betty scolded him. “I’m going to check on Veronica, you can google where you get a quick annulment done, now.” Betty stormed out of the room slamming the door shut behind her. Standing in her towel Betty banged on her hotel room door, a very rough looking Jughead answered wrapped in a bathrobe, Betty pulled him by the arm into the hallway.
“What the fuck Betty.”
“Get back in your room now. I need to speak to Veronica.” Slamming the door shut behind her Betty threw her clothes onto her bed. Veronica shuffled out of the bathroom looking very worse for wear.
“What the actual fuck happened last night?” Betty screamed at Veronica.
“Urgh please don’t shout.” Veronica pleaded as she sat down on her bed. “My head is killing me.”
“Oh your head is killing, that’s nice, I think my problem tops yours.” Betty held up her ring finger which still held the tacky plastic ring.
“Nice ring,” Veronica laughed. “Is it stuck or something.”
“It’s not just a ring, it’s a wedding ring. Apparently, I married Archie last night, how the hell could you let this happen.” Betty demanded.
“Hey, I threw up in my purse okay, none of us were in a fit state.”
“Yeah, no shit.” Betty swore.
“Relax okay, you can just get an annulment, no one needs to know, what happens in Vegas and all that.” Veronica said.
“Oh that’s not all, I doubt this is going to be as easy to fix.” Betty angled her shoulder to show off her tattoo.
“Oh shit, did you get a tattoo?” Veronica stood up to get a closer look, she laughed when she saw Archie’s name enclosed in the heart.
“Oh yeah, Archie got a matching one.” Veronica started laughing. “Why does everyone think this is funny, my mom’s gonna kill me.”
“Betty you’re eighteen, you don’t even live at home anymore, your mom’s never gonna know.” Betty flopped down on her bed.
“Did you and Jughead sleep in the same bed?” She questioned when she realised her bed hadn’t been slept in. Veronica gave her a smug looking smile. “Ew, you didn’t did you?” Veronica nodded.
“Hey, me sleeping with Jug seems very tame compared to you marrying Archie.” Veronica said as tossed a pillow at Betty. “So did you guys, you know, consummate the marriage?” Betty threw the pillow over her face.
“I don’t even know.” She sobbed into the pillow, she could hear Veronica laughing from beside her.
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After getting ready Betty and Veronica made their way down to the hotel restaurant to join the others for breakfast, Betty’s mum and Archie’s dad were already seated at the table along with Archie and Jug, Veronica rushed ahead and stole the seat next to Betty’s mom leaving her with no choice but to sit next to Archie. Scowling at the back of Veronica’s head she slid into her seat.
“Morning hunny, did you sleep well?” Her mom asked her. Betty shook her head
“Not really, I could really do with some coffee.” Archie reached across and filled her cup with some coffee from a jug in front of him. “Thanks.” She said to be polite.
“What’s mine is yours.” As he said this Betty heard Veronica choke on her orange juice, shooting Archie a dirty look she reached over and slapped Veronica on her back.
“So are you guys ready for Cirque du Soleil?” Alice asked all excited.
“Oh yeah, I can’t wait.” Archie answered her. Betty nodded along with a forced smile, she was finding it hard to act normal, thoughts were running through her mind a mile a minute.
“Well I’m going to grab some food from the buffet, Archie could you come help me.” Betty said as she slapped his leg and gave him a look that she hoped told him he didn’t really have a choice.
“Of course dear.” Archie joked, Betty quickly glanced around the table but noticed that fortunately, no one was paying attention. Stomping over to the buffet Betty stopped at the plates.
“Will you stop with all the wifey jokes.” Betty hissed as Archie came to a stop beside her.
“What, it’s funny.” Archie said with a laugh.
“It’s not, I don’t want my mom to find out about this.”
“Are you ashamed of me Betty, am I not good enough to marry you.” Betty couldn’t tell if he was being serious.
“Archie I don’t want to be married to anyone, we’re eighteen for goodness sake. Did you look up places we can get annulled?” She asked as she moved down the buffet, she was piling food on her plate but she didn’t have an appetite.
“Yeah, we’re not gonna get anything done today, we’ll have to speak to a lawyer when we get back to New York, until then your stuck being my wife.” Archie threw his arm around Betty’s shoulders as he wore a smug grin, Betty’s shoulders sagged.
“This is a nightmare, it has to be, I’m going to wake up in my hotel room and last night will have never happened.”
“You keep wishing for that Mrs Andrews.”
“Stop that.” Betty scolded. “It is not funny.”
“Whatever Betty.” Letting go of her he stomped back towards the table, Betty took a second to compose herself, she plastered a fake smile on her face before heading back to the table.
——————-
Cirque du Soleil was probably amazing but Betty found she couldn’t enjoy it, she spent most of the performance worrying about what was going to happen once they got back to New York. How could she be married, and who on earth let them purchase a marriage license when they were clearly very intoxicated. After the performance finished Veronica and Jughead got a taxi back to the hotel leaving Betty and Archie some alone time with their parents. Walking down the strip Betty could only glare at the back of Archie’s head, how could he be so calm about this, he was just laughing and joking with his dad as of this was just any other day, stopping outside a casino Alice turned to Betty.
“So we know you’re both too young to gamble so Fred and I have decided that, as a graduation slash well done for getting into college gift, we will put a bet on for both of you, whatever we win will be yours.” Archie’s face lit up, he pulled out his wallet and started rattling off what he’d like to put down on the roulette table. Betty shook her head at her mom.
“I’m okay thanks, I’m not really into gambling.”
“Are you sure Betty, you can gamble the money anywhere, roulette, cards.”
“Mom I know nothing of gambling, I’d just end up losing money.”
“Just stick a dollar in a slot machine for her, you can’t visit Vegas and not gamble.”
“Archie it’s fine I don’t…” Betty started before Archie cut her off.
“Betty, your mom’s trying to do something nice for you, let her gamble for you.” Archie handed Alice a dollar bill. “Put that into a slot machine for her, it’s better than nothing.” Taking the money they disappeared into the casino leaving Betty and Archie stood on the strip. Betty moved over to a bench and slumped down, Archie joined her shortly after.
“Don’t start please, I’m really not in the mood.” Betty said before he could say anything to her, he held his hands up defensively.
“Whoa, I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“I’m sure you weren’t.” Betty replied, she was really struggling with this whole situation she couldn’t understand why Archie was being so nonchalant about it all.
Betty and Archie sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Alice came running from the casino with a massive grin on her face, coming to a stop in front of Betty Alice dragged her up from the bench and into a hug.
“You won, Betty you won.” She squealed down Betty’s ear.
“Oh cool, how much.” Betty was happy to have won, a few extra dollars was always welcome.
“No Betty, you won Oh my god, you won .” Alice was ecstatic.
“How much did I win? A couple of hundred?” Betty questioned, she was already spending the money in her head, she was desperate for a new laptop for college.
“No Betty, you won the jackpot, you won three million dollars.”
“What?” Betty questioned, she wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.
“I put your money in the slot machine and it hit the jackpot, you won three million dollars. Fred’s inside now sorting it all out, I better get back, Oh my god Betty.” She kissed her cheek before running back inside. Betty sank back down onto the bench, three million dollars, that couldn’t be right.
“Whoa.” Betty said trying to get her head around it.
“Congrats Betty, what are you gonna do with one and half million dollars.” Betty looked at him confused.
“My mom said it was three million, where are you getting one and a half from?” Archie smiled at her smugly.
“Well that’s your half, we’re married remember, what’s mine is yours.” He said with a grin on his face.
“You have got to be kidding, my mom won that money for me.”
“Yeah, with my dollar, and it was my idea to use the slot machines.” Betty reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill, she threw it at Archie.
“There you go, you just made interest on that dollar.”
“I don’t think so, you won that money while we’re married, that’s both of our money now.”
“Archie not even you are selfish enough to do this.” Archie looked at her defiantly.
“You obviously don’t know me very well then.”
———————
Arriving back home Betty had no choice but to let her mom know what had happened in Vegas. Her mom had been furious.
“Sneaking into a club with fake ID, getting so drunk you can’t even remember getting married, Betty I thought I raised you better than this.” Betty had never seen her mom so disappointed, it made her feel awful.
“What do I do mom, Archie’s saying he wants half of that money, it was his dollar and we are married, is he really entitled to half of it.” Betty sat on the sofa with her legs tucked under her, she felt like a child all over again.
“I don’t know Betty, we’re going to have to get a lawyer, speak to him. God Betty how could you be so stupid.” Tears welled in Betty’s eyes.
“I’m sorry mom.”
“The cost of the lawyer will come out of your winnings, and you’ll pay for Archie’s lawyer as well, even if he isn’t entitled to any money he shouldn’t have to pay to get out of this.” Betty looked down at the sofa ashamed.
Betty’s lawyer seemed pretty confident they could get out of the marriage with minimal loss, they were going to offer Archie fifty thousand, which her lawyer said was more than he was owed, Betty had forced him to up it to half the winnings, she wanted to be out of the marriage as soon as possible and it was, after all, Archie’s money they had gambled with, Betty was starting to feel guilty about dragging him and his dad through this. Sitting in court Betty found herself feeling nervous, she wasn’t going to have to say anything, her lawyer would be doing it all for her but she still felt really uneasy. Braving a quick look at Archie she caught him smirking at her, Betty’s stomach flipped and she shot him a dirty look back before facing forwards again. Everyone rose to their feet as the judge walked in, as he sat down Betty and Archie took their seats while the lawyers remained standing, after a quick recap Betty’s lawyer pleaded their case.
“Your Honour, my client was in a state of total inebriation when the wedding took place, she was in no fit state to enter into a legal marriage.”
“Mmm hmm. And you,” he said as he looked over at Archie’s lawyer. “Do you have any evidence to prove they both entered this marriage knowingly. Any evidence that would show this was premeditated.”
“We do, Your Honour. We have various pictures of the couple together throughout the night, always in each other’s arms.” On a tv screen in the corner flashed picture upon picture of Betty and Archie, they were both laughing in all the photos, sometimes Betty would be sat on Archie’s lap, other times he would be holding her from behind.
“We also have this.” On the screen popped up an image of Archie’s love heart tattoo, Betty cringed. “This is a tattoo they got hours before they were married, according to the receipts, we believe Betty also has a matching tattoo containing Archie’s name.” The judge looked over to Betty’s lawyer for confirmation.
“Is that true?” Her lawyer whispered in her ear.
“Yeah, but again I have no memory of getting it.” Betty lawyer sighed.
“It’s true, Your Honour.” The judge nodded his head.
“We also have a video, Your Honour.” Betty’s head snapped over to Archie but he refused to look at her, turning to look at the screen Betty watched her drunken self try to place a veil on her head.
“We’re getting married.” She sang into the camera.
“Yeah, we are,” Archie giggled. “You’re going to be Mrs Archie Andrews. We’re going to be married forever.”
“Absolutely, forever and ever.” Betty dropped her head into her hands, she had never seen this video, she didn’t even know there were videos from that night.
“I’ve seen enough.” The judge interrupted. “I don’t like you.” He said looking between Betty and Archie “you and your generation and their disregard for marriage. You are destroying the sanctity of marriage, it’s meant to be about love and commitment, not about jokingly getting hitched and expecting a quick divorce. Before I even consider letting either of you out of this marriage I’m going to make sure you try everything to make it work, and I do mean everything.” Betty sat up straighter as she listened, what exactly did he mean by this.
“Do either of you have your own place?” Betty was unsure whether she was supposed to answer, she looked to her lawyer who nodded his approval.
“I erm, live in university halls.”
“What about you?” He asked looking towards Archie.
“I have a small apartment near college.”
“Excellent, so here’s what’s going to happen, I’m freezing the three million dollars for the next six months and sentencing you two to six hard months of marriage, you will attend weekly marriage counselling and you will try to make this work, if you do not play ball I will lock your money up in so much litigation that neither one of you will ever see a dime of it. Congratulations you two, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The judge banged his gavel and collected his paperwork together, Betty turned to face her lawyer.
“What the hell just happened?”
“I’m sorry Betty, I had no idea this would happen, I guess he wanted to make an example out of you.
“Can he do this, surely this can’t be legal, he can’t force us to be together, can he?”
“He’s the judge, he can do whatever he wants.” Betty let her head bang against the table.
“I can’t do this.”
“It’s just six months, move in together, attend the marriage counselling and follow the rules, that’s the only way you get the divorce and see any of that money.”
“You’ve been useless you know that. You have been absolutely no help.” Betty said turning to her lawyer, frustrated she stood up from the desk and began to make her way out of the courtroom. Archie caught up to her and threw his arm around her shoulder.
“You ready to move into my lad pad wifey, I should warn you, I live in my underwear, except on laundry day, then it’s birthday suit time.” Betty shuddered, shaking his arm of her she turned to face him.
“You are not going to chase me away that easily. We grew up together, I’ve seen it all before remember.” She said looking him up and down. “I can put up with you for six months for one and a half million dollars, as long as I never see you again after I’ll be happy.”
Betty walked out of the courtroom and made her way back to her university dorm to pack.
———————-
After packing only the essentials Betty made her way across the city to Archie’s address, looking around the neighbourhood Betty was pleasantly surprised to see it was a nice area. Pressing the buzzer for Archie’s apartment she waited for an answer.
“Hey, it’s me, open up.” She said into the buzzer.
“Wifey, come on up it’s all the way at the top.” Betty rolled her eyes, this was going to be a long six months. Walking into Archie’s apartment Betty breathed a sigh of relief, the apartment wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be, she was expecting some dirty man cave but the sitting area was actually presentable. Walking into the kitchen dampened her spirits.
“Have you ever washed a dish in your life?” Betty said with a look of disgust on her face.
“I wash them as and when I need to.” Archie shrugged.
“Oh god, is that dirty laundry?” Betty dry heaved into her hand. “You leave your dirty laundry on the kitchen top, where do you prepare your food?”
“Oh, I just shove it out of the way, or order takeout.”
“Disgusting, so disgusting.” Betty continued her tour of the apartment. “Oh my god” Betty screamed as she ran out of the bathroom. “That’s… there are no words, I can’t do this, oh no, I can’t.” She dry heaved into her hand again. “Seriously, it’s one thing if you like a guy, but I don’t care for you, so clean it up.”
“Hey, I can live quite comfortably like this, if you can’t then there’s the door.” Betty’s shoulders sagged, Archie moved to grab something from the kitchen cupboard. “Here, these are antibacterial, so get to work.” Betty made dramatic crying noises, how could she do this, she couldn’t live with a boy, boys were messy and disgusting, there was enough evidence of that in the bathroom. Betty held her breath as she made her way into the bedroom, like the living room it wasn’t the worse place in the apartment, Archie came to stand behind her in the doorway. “It’s no king but it’s should fit the two of us quite comfortably.” Betty spun round to face him.
“We are not sharing a bed, not ever.”
“You didn’t seem to mind sharing a bed in Vegas.” Archie said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Ugh you are unbelievable, you can sleep on the sofa.”
“No way, this is my place, why do you get the bed.”
“Because it’s the gentleman thing to do, you can’t expect me to sleep on a sofa for six months.”
“Oh but it’s okay for me to.”
“Fine.” Betty huffed. “We’ll do alternate nights.”
“Deal.” Archie smirked.
Donning some rubber gloves Betty made her way through the apartment trying to get it as clean as possible, she struggled in the bathroom, having to run out every so often for fresh air, a full bottle of bleach later and the bathroom certainly wasn’t sparkling but it was definitely better. Pulling out her phone she was shocked to see it was almost one am, walking into the sitting area she spotted Archie passed out on the sofa, guess this meant she had the bed tonight. Grabbing a box of her stuff she made her way into the bedroom, stripping all the bedding she took Archie’s quilt out to him and placid it over his sleeping body. Watching him sleep she could appreciate that Archie was quite attractive when he wasn’t awake and being annoying as hell. Walking back into his bedroom she unpacked her own sheets and made the bed before flopping down, she was exhausted and needed to be up for an early class. With the stress of the day catching up with her it wasn’t long before she drifted off.
Betty had survived their first week of living together, the fact she was hardly ever in had certainly helped, she had classes to keep her busy during the day and then she’d stay as late as possible at the library before heading home. It was now time for their first ever marriage counselling session, Betty still couldn’t believe that this was happening, married and heading to marriage counselling at eighteen. Arriving at the counsellor’s office she spotted Archie sat in the waiting room, she walked in and dropped into the seat beside him.
“You ready to do this?” He asked her.
“What, pretend like I don’t throw up in my mouth a little every time I look at you? Yes, I’m ready.” Betty said without looking at him, she heard him laugh from beside her. The receptionist motioned for Betty and Archie to go through, Betty took a deep breath to prepare herself. Glancing around the office she noticed that it looked like a typical shrinks office, a sofa and an armchair and wall to wall of books and trinkets. Betty took a seat next to Archie who immediately threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, Betty flinched slightly before straightening up, she was trying her hardest to look as relaxed as possible.
“So Archie, tell me a bit about yourself.” The woman sat in front of them was a slightly plump lady, she reminded Betty of her late grandma.
“Well I grew up in a town called Riverdale, right next door to this one,” he said as he shook Betty’s shoulder with his hand. “Guess you could say it was destined for us to end up together.” He pulled Betty closer to him as she plastered on a fake smile. “I moved to New York to study music at NYU.” Betty’s head snapped to look at Archie, she had no idea he was here studying music, she just assumed he got here on a sports scholarship, she didn’t realise he was into music, while she recalled spotting a guitar when she was cleaning the apartment she had thought it was just a prop for his lad pad. “But mostly I just like to watch Betty, and listen to her, I’m a good listener, she can talk and talk and I’ll just listen and listen because that’s what a good husband does, isn’t it wifey.” Betty let out a forced giggle.
“Absolutely.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I just love living with Archie, most people my age would probably hate the idea of living with a boy, most people would probably be disgusted to find dirty underwear and socks at the bottom of the freshly washed bedsheets, but not me, I love brushing my feet over them in the middle of the night, it doesn’t make me want to scrub my skin red raw, not one bit.” Betty reached down and playfully slapped Archie’s leg, letting her hand linger slightly.
“Right,” Dr Cameron cast a suspicious eye over the two of them. “well I hope you both know I’m not buying one bit of this thing…” she gestured over Archie and Betty with her pen.” “You’re trying to sell me. I have to report back to the courts with my findings and they want to see proof that you’re actually working on this.” Betty sighed, this was not going to be as easy as she first thought.
—————-
“Betty, get a move on, I need to use the bathroom.” Archie shouted from outside the bathroom.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” Betty sang, she was currently in the process of neatening her hair, if she was completely honest it looked fine ages ago, she was simply taking her time to piss Archie off, last night she had come home late to find Archie having a little house party with his friends, they had stayed up till well past three in the morning and despite Betty’s pleas for them to keep it down, they had been loud and obnoxious all night. To top it off when Betty had tried to get into the kitchen she had been met with piles of take away boxes and masses of empty beer cans, Archie was passed out on the sofa with a waste bin full of vomit lay next to him.
“Betty you said that an hour ago!” Betty could hear Archie becoming more and more annoyed. Good.
“I’m almost done.” Betty pulled her phone out and sat down on the edge of the bath.
“Dammit Betty.” Archie pounded on the door, Betty just giggled and scrolled through her phone. Figuring he’d suffered enough she unlocked the door, Archie threw Betty out of the way and sprinted into the bathroom, Betty could only laugh, served him right.
“I’m going now, I’ll see you after class hunny.” She shouted out as she grabbed her bag and coat.
“Fuck you.” Archie shouted back, Betty laughed once again.
After finishing her classes Betty decided to forgo the late night library session, she was exhausted after having very little sleep last night so just headed home. Arriving back she spotted Archie sprawled out on the sofa playing a video game.
“Do you ever go to class?” Betty asked as she hung her coat up.
“Only the ones I care about.” Archie replied without looking at her, Betty rolled her eyes before heading for the bathroom, she reached in to close the door but came up empty. Spinning around she spotted why, there was no door, it had been taken off its hinges.
“Where’s the door?” Betty shouted out towards Archie’s direction.
“We got robbed.” Archie replied nonchalantly.
“And all they took was the door.” What a crock of shit.
“I know weird right.” Betty let out a frustrated scream, walking into the bedroom she slammed the door shut behind her.
“He took the door off the bathroom, I have to pee behind a sheet that I hung up, what kind of guy does that, I’m sure he doesn’t move from that sofa, like at all, it’s got ass dents in it. I just, I feel like he’s not even trying, like he doesn’t want to make this work.” Betty was currently at the marriage counsellors on her own for their one to one sessions. Betty much preferred these sessions, she didn’t feel like she had to fake her feelings. “He has these parties, I’m not even sure you could call them that, a bunch of his friends come to the apartment and they drink and are loud till all hours of the morning, he might not care about graduating college but I do.”
“This is good, you’re arguing, this feels like a married couple, this is progress.” Betty shook her head, it didn’t feel like progress, it felt like one massive step backwards.
———————-
Two months in and Betty was ready to rip her hair out, she felt like she hadn’t had a decent nights sleep in ages, the apartment still lacked a bathroom door which meant Archie was free to walk in and out the bathroom, which he frequently did whilst she was showering. Betty made sure to return the favour, bursting in to brush her teeth when Archie had just gotten in the shower, turning the hot top all the way up leaving Archie screaming from the cold water. Unfortunately, Archie had got her back by deleting her English literature essay and replacing it with a porn link, Betty had emailed it to her professor. She hadn’t spoken to Archie since then, it was one thing to mess with her home life but school work was absolutely off limits. She was in the process of rewriting the essay, her professor had been kind enough to give her an extension after she claimed a virus had wiped out her computer and infected her emails. Picking her phone up from the bed as it vibrated she saw it was an unknown number.
“Hello this is Jenifer calling from Dr Cameron’s office, may I please speak to Betty.” A woman on the other end of the phone asked.
“Speaking.” Betty replied
“Hello Betty, I can see you are down to see Dr Cameron today at four, unfortunately, she has had to cancel all appointments today, is there any chance you can do this Friday at three instead.”
“Actually I have class till three on Fridays, do you have anything later?”
“I can do four-thirty, is that any good?”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
“Excellent I’ll pencil you in, see you Friday.” Betty hung up and stared at the phone, something didn’t feel right. Routing through her bag she pulled out the card she’d taken from the counsellor’s office, ringing the number she was shocked when Dr Cameron picked up.
“Cameron’s office.
“Dr Cameron, this Betty, Betty Coo… I mean Andrews.” Betty still hated correcting her name to that.
“Mrs Andrews, yes what can I do for you?”
“Well, I just received a call from your receptionist to say our session had to be rearranged, I’m just ringing to double check that fact.”
“Your session is definitely still on, and just to make you aware any absence is considered contempt of court.”
“Oh, it is, well thanks for clearing that up for me.” Betty hung up, Archie was trying to get her to miss therapy, if she missed therapy then it would seem like she didn’t want to work on the marriage. That son of a bitch. Betty cleared her stuff from the bed, placing her laptop in her bag she set off for the doctor’s office, she wanted to get there before Archie, she couldn’t wait to see his face when he realised she was there.
Betty arrived twenty minutes before their session and took a seat in the waiting room, not ten minutes later she watched as Archie strolled in, the smug look soon fell from his face when he spotted Betty.
“Betty, you’re here early.” He said as he took a seat beside her. Betty simply smiled at him, he was still going to receive the silent treatment from her.
Arriving home from college the next day, she found the apartment empty, sitting on the sofa she spotted Archie’s guitar, in the two months of living here Betty had never once heard him play it, he must have to for his music course. Snatching up the guitar Betty left the apartment, if he wanted to mess with her work she was going to mess with his.
Returning home from the library that night Betty found Archie pacing the floor, he pounced on Betty the moment she walked through the door.
“Have you seen my guitar?” He asked looking panicked.
“Guitar? I didn’t even know you had a guitar.”
“Fuck, I left it right here.” He said gesturing to the sofa.
“You know maybe we were robbed again. Maybe the guy who stole the bathroom door struck again.” Betty walked towards the bedroom and threw her bag on the bed, she could hear Archie following her.
“Betty did you take my guitar, please tell me you have it. My mom bought me that guitar before…” Betty’s stomach dropped, now she felt shitty, Archie’s mom had passed away when they were thirteen.
“The door.” Betty demanded, Archie looked at her confused. “I want the bathroom door back, then you can have your guitar.” Archie gave her a dirty look before sagging his shoulders and sighing.
“Deal.” He finally said.
“And the late night parties with the guys, I want them to stop.”
“Fine whatever.” Betty reached her hand out to shake on the deal, she watched as Archie reluctantly reached back to shake her hand. “Now where’s my guitar?.” He said as he snatched his hand back.
“I put it in my dorm room.
“You carried my guitar across campus?” Archie looked shocked upon hearing this.
“I was careful.” Archie shook his head at her
“Well come on.” He said signalling towards the door.
“You want me to get it now?” Archie nodded at her, sighing she turned around and headed towards the door, she could hear Archie following her as she left the apartment. “You don’t need to come I can get it myself.”
“There is no way I’m letting you touch my guitar again.” Betty rolled her eyes.
After crossing campus Betty let Archie into her dorm room, he’d made a beeline straight for his guitar which Betty had placed carefully on her bed, she watched whilst Archie had checked every inch of the guitar before sighing happily.
“I told you I was careful.” Archie finally stopped paying attention to his guitar to glance around Betty’s room.
“So this is your room.” He said as he placed his guitar back onto Betty’s bed and began to nosey around. “Why don’t you have a roommate?” He asked as he stared at the empty bed on the other side of the room.
“I was just never assigned one, I’m actually quite glad.”
“Aw look you have pictures of me in your room.” Betty rolled her eyes.
“Well, thanks to our parents, we hung out a lot as kids, you’re in a lot of my childhood pictures.” Betty walked towards Archie to take a closer look at the pictures, the one he was referring to was a family barbecue taken when they were about nine, Archie had his arms wrapped around Betty’s waist as he lifted her off her feet about to throw her in a pool, they were both laughing, Archie’s mom stood off to the side smiling at the two of them. Betty watched as Archie reached up and touched the image of his mom, Betty felt her chest constrict, losing his mom had been hard on Archie, he’d turned into the douche she’d come to hate not long after. Betty cleared her throat.
“Well I think that’s enough nostalgia for one day, come on let’s go, I’m starving.” Betty moved away from the picture and made her way towards the door, throwing it open she found her path blocked, in front of her stood her ex-boyfriend, James, he stood with his hand up in a fist as though he’d just been about to knock.
“Betty, hey, I thought that was you.”
“James, hi, what are you doing here?” Betty asked, this was the first time since their break up that he’d tried to speak to her.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, Kate said you’d moved out of the dorm.” He moved to lean casually across the doorframe.
“Yeah, I’m staying with a friend for a while.” Betty didn’t know why she’d answered him, it had nothing to do with him where she was staying, not anymore.
“Right, well I was thinking, maybe we could grab dinner..”
“I don’t think so.” Betty cut him off, Betty wanted nothing more to do with him, talking to him now was more than he deserved.
“Come on Betty, don’t be like that.” He reached out as if to touch her face but Betty moved back out of his reach, her back collided with something hard and glancing behind her she spotted Archie.
“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met.” Archie said from behind her, Betty cringed, she really did not want to do this now.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” James asked looking Archie up and down.
“I’m the friend.” Archie simply replied, Betty watched as realisation dawned on James’ face and his head snapped in Betty’s direction.
“I see, well clearly that didn’t take long.” Before Betty could react James turned on his heel and stomped down the corridor and out of sight.
The walk back to the apartment had been quiet, Betty had a stomp on as she angrily thought about the exchange that had happened between her and James, he had no right to judge her. Walking into the apartment Betty headed straight for the bedroom, she threw her coat angrily on the bed stomping her foot in frustration. Turning around she slammed straight into Archie’s chest, she hadn’t heard him follow her into the bedroom, he grabbed hold of the top of her arms to steady her.
“Jesus Archie, you can’t just sneak up on people like that.”
“Who was that guy?” Archie asked looking down at her, he still had hold of her arms and Betty seemed overly aware of how close he was standing.
“My ex.” Was all Betty said, Archie furrowed his brows at her answer.
“You have an ex?” Betty was offended at his question.
“Yes Archie, I have had boyfriends in the past, if you can believe that.”
“Why didn’t you tell him we’re married.” Betty couldn’t be sure but she could swear she heard a hint of jealousy in his voice.
“Archie I don’t tell anyone we’re married, in four more months we won’t be and this will all just be a bad memory.
“I see.” Archie said as he released his hold on her arms, he sounded hurt almost. “So why’d you and James split up.” He said James’ name with a hint of disgust.
“That’s none of your business.” Betty said as she folded her arms in front of her.
“Fine then.” Archie turned on his heel and made his way through the apartment, Betty found herself following him.
“Where are you going?” She shouted after him when she realised he was heading for the front door.
“To find James, I might buy him a beer or two, find out what happened between you two.” He said turning to face her.
“You wouldn’t.” Betty said incredulously.
“Come on Betty, we both know I would.”
“Why does it bother you so much?” Betty asked him, she watched as he shrugged his shoulders.
“It doesn’t, but I can see it bothers you.” He turned his back and started towards the door again.
“He cheated on me.” Betty blurted out, Archie froze on the spot. “He cheated, there are you happy now.” She watched as his hands tightened into a fist and he slowly turned around.
“He cheated?” Archie said, it came out more of a question.
“Yes okay, he cheated.” Betty’s shoulders sagged. “So go ahead, make jokes about how about how I can’t keep a boyfriend, how I must be so awful to be with and no one will ever want to stay with me. I know you’re dying to.”
“Betty I…” Archie quickly turned around to face her.
“I lied about my roommate, I did get assigned one, we became good friends, until I walked in on them fucking in my bed.” Betty braved a look at Archie, she was sure she was going to find him smirking at her, probably on the verge of laughing, which is why she was shocked to see that he looked angry.
“Son of a bitch.” Betty could only look on shocked as he turned and carried on towards the front door, Betty had expected him to laugh at her, make fun of her, she certainly hadn’t expected this. Coming to her senses she chased after him.
“Archie wait, stop, you can’t do this.” Betty could hear him muttering under his breath.
“That bastard.” Betty panicked, she’d worked so hard to move past this, she couldn’t let Archie run out opening old would.
“What are you doing, Archie stop. Archie.” Betty’s voice broke as she shouted at him, she was on the verge of tears, she had no idea what is happening. Archie had stopped walking, he had his hand on the door handle with his back to Betty.
“You can take the bathroom door back, fuck up as many of my assignments as you want, just don’t bring my past into this, please.” Betty was fully crying now, big fat tears streamed down her cheeks. Archie turned round to face her, with two big strides he stood in front of her, Betty was startled when he pulled her into a bone crushing hug, her face was crushed against his chest and her arms were pinned by her sides.
“What’s happening? Are you hugging me.” Her voice sounded muffled against his shirt.
“No one deserves that Betty, especially you.”
“Thanks, I think.” Betty was confused, this was the most compassion Archie had shown her in years, he continued to hold her awkwardly.
“Archie.” Betty said into his shirt again
“Yeah.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Oh, right, sorry” Archie quickly let go of her and stepped back, Betty looked up at him quizzically, was he actually being nice to her, maybe he just pitied her. “So, erm.” Archie reaches up and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand “Do you want to order a pizza for tea.”
“Is that because you want pizza or is it because there are no clean dishes in the kitchen.”
“A bit of both.” Archie replied smiling at her. After the pizza arrived Archie put a film on for them to watch whilst they ate, Betty found herself glancing over at Archie every now again, in the two months of living together they had never sat down to watch television, they hardly spent any time in the same room. Archie glanced over at her and she quickly looked away, smirking at the tv she felt as though she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.
Waking up the next morning Betty glanced around the room, she couldn’t remember getting into bed, she must have fallen asleep during the movie, had Archie carried her to bed? It was meant to be her turn on the sofa. Getting out of bed Betty walked into the kitchen in search of some coffee, she almost had a heart attack at the sight that greeted her. The kitchen was spotless, all the dishes had been washed and put away, there was no take away boxes or trash lying around, Betty could see the kitchen tops, walking out of the kitchen Betty also noticed that the bathroom door was back, she walked through the rest of the apartment and whilst the apartment was squeaky clean there was no sign of Archie. Frowning Betty made her way back to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee but found there was already a full hot pot waiting. As Betty was pouring herself a coffee she heard the front door open, taking her cup she made her way into the sitting room. Archie stood in the middle of the front room cradling what looked like a bag of groceries.
“Okay, did I enter the twilight zone at some point last night.”
“What?” Archie said with a half laugh
“The apartment, it’s spotless. And did you go grocery shopping?” Betty said as she tried to peer into the bag, Archie snatched it out of her reach.
“I just grabbed some essentials.”
“And the apartment,” Betty raised her eyebrow at him. “I haven’t seen you clean once since I moved in.”
“Yeah about that,” Archie looked at Betty sheepishly. “I erm, I’m actually very house proud. I hate mess.
“So all the filth, the trash, the bathroom, that was ..”
“Just to mess with you? Yeah.” Archie tried to smile at Betty. “I threw a trash the apartment party the night before you moved in.” Betty looked at him shocked.
“You’re an arse.” Betty turned and headed back to the bedroom, she found herself wondering what had brought this change in Archie.
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The next few weeks were bliss for Betty, there were no arguments, the apartment stayed tidy and Archie even cooked a few times, they would also spend their evenings together in the sitting room, bonding over their love of cheesy action movies. Betty was packing up her laptop when she heard the front door open, throwing her bag over her shoulder she made her way through the apartment where she spotted Archie holding a takeout bag.
“Hey, I thought we could watch the next mission impossible, I’ve got Chinese.” He said holding the bag up as proof, Betty was immediately hit with the smell of mouthwatering Chinese food, her face fell.
“I’m going out.”
“Oh.” Archie’s face also fell, he almost looked disappointed.
“I’ve got a study group with some guys from my English lit class. I shouldn’t be too long, save me some food?” Archie smiled at her and nodded, Betty gave him a quick smile before leaving.
Whilst at the study group Betty found it hard to concentrate, she kept thinking about Chinese food and Archie, shaking her head she tried to pay attention. Zoning back in she realised none of the group were talking about the exam they had coming up, they were instead talking about a party that was happening not far from them.
“We should go, we’re not getting any work done here. Everyone’s too exhausted, even Betty’s got her head in the clouds.” A girl with dark hair said.
“Hey.” Betty frowned, it was true though.
“Fuck it, why not.” Josh, one of the boys in her class piped up. Everyone around her started packing up. “You coming Betty?” He said looking at Betty.
“No I think I’m just gonna head home, I’m hungry.”
“No Betty,” the girl with dark hair moaned, Jenna or Jenny Betty’s wasn’t too sure of her name. “You have to come, don’t let me be the only girl.” Betty glanced around the table, she hadn’t noticed they were the only girls in the study group “Come, have one drink, please.” Betty pulled out her phone, it was coming up to nine thirty, she sighed as she relented.
“Fine, one drink and then I’m going.”
The party was booming when they arrived, people were milling about on the lawn of the house whilst one person threw up over the porch railing. Walking through the front door Betty was hit by the sound of thumping music, there were a lot of bodies dancing away, heading straight for the kitchen Josh handed them all a red cup from in front of a beer keg, taking a sip Betty grimaced, the beer was warm and flat.
“Ew. If we’re only having one drink it is not being this beer.” Jenna or Jenny took the cup from Betty’s hand and placed it back on the table. “Let’s find something proper to drink.” Walking further into the kitchen they were greeted by a few people Betty didn’t recognise.
“Jenny, Betty yes!” They both received thumbs up and high fives as they walked, Betty had no idea who they were but at least she knew Jenny’s name now.
“Hey,” Jenny shouted back. “We’re after a decent drink, where’s all the good liquor.” A blonde guy jumped down from the where he was sat on the kitchen counter.
“If you’re after a good drink I’ve got just the thing,” he reached in a cupboard behind him and pulled out a bottle of liquor, filling two cups a third of the way he passed one to Jenny before passing one to Betty’s, he smiled as he brushed his fingers with hers. “Top them up with soda and you’re good to go.”
“Thanks man.” Jenny said before grabbing Betty’s hand and dragging her over to a drinks table, Betty sniffed at the liquid in her cup, it didn’t smell like anything she had drunk before. Topping both their cups up with cola Betty took a long drink. The liquid felt warm going down but tasted a lot better than the flat beer.
“What is this?” Betty asked before taking another sip.
“I’m not sure, tequila maybe.” Jenny replied. “Come on then, let’s mingle, if you’re still insistent on staying for just the one then I want to find girls I know before you leave.”
“Yep still staying for just one, I’ve got leftover Chinese waiting for me.”
“Lucky.” Jenny smiled before dragging Betty out of the kitchen.
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Betty stood outside, she couldn’t remember getting here, she turned around to look for Jenny but she was all alone.
“Jenny.” She tried to shout out but the words came out slurred, Betty heard laughter.
“No Jenny here. Why don’t you come join us though, we’ll keep you company.” Betty tried to squint in the direction of the voices but her eyes wouldn’t focus, she could just make out a group of large black blobs. Betty turned back around, she could just make out the light of the house.
“I want to go home.”
“I’ll take you home sweetheart.” Betty hadn’t realised she’d spoken out loud, more laughter followed. Betty reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, squinting at the screen she tried to dial anyone, holding the phone to her ear she strained to listen.
“Hello, I want to go home.” Betty thought she could hear someone taking but the noise seemed to be coming from everywhere, she was sure she heard someone ask about where she was.
“I don’t know where I am. It’s a party, where’s Jenny?” Betty was rambling, she didn’t even know if she was talking to anyone. “Is this a frat house, I think it is. I want Chinese food and Archie.” Betty was hysterical, someone put an arm around her shoulders.
“Come on, I’ll take care of you.” Betty couldn’t focus on his face
“Will you take me home?” Betty just wanted to get home.
“Sure I will, let’s go.”
Betty was inside now, the music pulsed through her body, someone had hold of her hand, pulling her through the house, heading towards the stairs, Betty didn’t want to go upstairs, she wanted to go home. Pulling her hand back she stumbled back and hit the floor, she could hear more laughter.
“Come on.” Hands were pulling at her again.
“Is she okay?” She wasn’t okay but she couldn’t find her voice.
“She’s about to puke, I’m taking her to the toilet before she blows chunks on the carpet.” Did she feel sick, Betty wasn’t sure. Her head was fuzzy, it was getting harder to see.
Betty looked around the room, it didn’t look like a bathroom, she felt beneath her, it was soft, and bouncy, a bed. Betty let her body fall back, sleep sounded good.
At the sound of a door closing Betty sat up, the room span and her stomach lurched, someone stood in front of her.
“Who are you? I want to to go.”
“Shh. Shh.” Hands on her shoulders guided her back, something didn’t feel right, she didn’t like this.
“No, I want to go, leave me alone.”Betty tried to sit up but a pressure on her chest stopped her moving. “I can’t move, I want to go.” Betty’s head swam, somewhere far away she heard a bang, the pressure from her chest disappeared and she felt like she could breathe again, more bangs and grunts sounded from far away, Betty tried to roll over but the room was spinning too much, she started crying, she just wanted to go home.
Betty was moving, her head was resting against something cold, opening her eyes she could see flashing lights moving fast.
“Am I going home?” The words came out incredibly slurred.
“Yes Betty, we’re going home.”
“That’s good, Archie’s at home.” Betty’s eyes closed again.
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A persistent throb behind her eyes caused Betty to wake with a groan, she lay there as she tried to get her bearings, moving to sit up she breathed a sigh of relief to find she was in Archie’s bedroom. Panic set in as she realised she had no memory of arriving home, what had happened last night? She had been at the study group she remembered that and then they had stopped at a party, everything started to get fuzzy after that. Startled by a sound Betty glanced around and found Archie asleep in the desk chair, had he slept there all night? Betty watched as he lightly snored, he didn’t look in the slightest bit comfortable, moving the covers to the side she went to stand up but an intense wave of dizziness stopped her in her tracks.
“Whoa.” Betty placed her hands on her head.
“Betty?” She heard Archie say, he sounded worried.
“I feel dizzy.” Was all Betty could say.
“Lie back down.” She heard the chair creak and felt Archie come to a stop next to her, Betty shook her head.
“I don’t want to lie down.” Betty heard Archie walk away, removing her head from her hands she looked up as Archie walked back in with a glass of water, he handed it to her without saying a word, Betty took a small sip but it sat heavy on her stomach, shaking her head she held the glass out.
“You need to drink Betty,” She shook her head, her stomach couldn’t take it. “Fine then.” Archie took the glass from her and slammed it down on the table, he dropped down on the chair with a huff.
“Did you sleep on that chair?” Archie nodded without looking at her. “Why?”
“Because I thought you were going to die Betty.” He snapped at her, Betty flinched. “What the fuck happened last night, you said you were going to a study session, how the fuck do you end up off your face at a frat party.” Betty cringed, she’d never seen Archie so angry.
“I..I don’t know.” It wasn’t a lie, Betty couldn’t remember anything.
“Do you realise the situation you put yourself in last night, if I hadn’t have found you when I did you could have been..” Archie trailed off. “There are guys out there just waiting to take advantage of wasted girls like you.” Betty looked down at her hands, she felt like a child being chastised. “How could you be so irresponsible Betty, and why would you lie to me.”
“I didn’t lie,” Betty cut in. “I went to my study group, they were calling at a party on the way home, I said I’d have one, I...I don’t know what happened. I can’t remember anything.” Betty started crying, had someone really tried to take advantage of her, she couldn’t remember anything and that scared her. She felt the bed dip beside her and Archie engulfed her in a hug, Betty turned and buried her head in his chest. “What happened Archie?” She said into his chest. Betty felt Archie reach up and stroke her hair. After her cries subsided she pulled back and reached up to wipe her face. “How did you know where I was?” Betty questioned, she couldn’t remember Archie being there, was he at the party?
“You rang me, do you not remember?” Betty shook her head. “You weren’t making a lot of sense, you were crying and you sounded out of it, I tried asking where you were but I don’t think you could hear me, you said something about a frat house before…” Archie trailed off, his jaw tensed and his hand clenched into a fist. “I heard a guy say they’d take care of you.” Archie added through gritted teeth, Betty’s breathing hitched. “I got in my car and just drove around campus hoping I’d find the right party.” Archie had come looking for her, he wasn’t at the party, he’d gone out to find her. “You were upstairs, in a bedroom, I could hear you shouting from outside the room.” Betty didn’t remember any of this, the whole night was just a dark void from leaving the library, Betty didn’t want to hear the rest, she felt sick to her stomach. “I got there just in time, five minutes later and…” he shook his head. “I’ll kill that bastard if I ever see him again.” Betty shifted away from Archie. “Betty?” Archie’s eyes questioned Betty’s but she couldn’t speak, her hand flew up to her mouth, she was going to be sick. Shifting to the end of the bed she moved to stand up, standing shakily her legs gave way beneath her, before she could hit the floor Archie threw his arm around her waist and straightened her up. “Are you going to be sick?” Betty furiously nodded her head as tears were filling her eyes, before she could comprehend what was happening Archie bent down and placed his other arm behind her knees and scooped her up bridal style. Quickly walking to the bathroom he dropped Betty in front of the toilet seconds before the contents of her stomach made an appearance, there wasn’t much to throw up so she spent a lot of time dry heaving. After flushing the toilet she tried shakily to stand up, Archie lifted her up gently using her underarms, had he been watching her throw up? She was too weak to be embarrassed about it. Archie held her as she brushed her teeth and carried her back to bed, after ensuring she was comfy he sat back in the chair.
“So why did you sleep on the chair?” Betty found herself asking again.
“Betty you were so out of it, you couldn’t walk, you were mumbling in the car, you couldn’t even hold your head up. I put you in bed and you kept making this gasping sound, I thought you were going to stop breathing. I kept asking if you’d taken something, but you couldn’t speak.” Betty shook her head, she would never take drugs. “I was so close to taking you to the emergency room. You scared me Betty. How did you let yourself get into that state.” Betty thought hard, she tried to pull anything from the night, she could remember feeling the music, tasting flat beer, but she’d drank something else, why when was only having one drink?
“I only wanted one drink,” Betty said as the memory came back to her. “Jenny didn’t want to go alone so I promised one drink but that was it. We had a beer but it didn’t taste nice. Someone gave us something else to drink.”
“You took a drink from a stranger?” Archie interrupted her, he sounded frustrated, Betty shook her head.
“No, I watched him pour it, we were in the kitchen, I added my own soda. I don’t think I had another drink.” Betty tried to think harder to try and fill the blanks but she was just giving herself a headache, tears filled her eyes again. “I can’t remember anything.” Betty buried her head in the pillow, she felt the bed dip again. ���I’m sorry Archie, I’m sorry you had to sleep in the chair.” She heard Archie laugh beside her.
“What a silly thing to apologise for.” She couldn’t help it, she felt guilty about the whole night. Betty lay there silently for a while before she heard Archie’s even breathing, turning over she found Archie had fallen asleep beside her, he must have been exhausted, he can’t have caught much sleep in the tiny desk chair. As Betty watched him sleep her own eyes became heavy with tiredness, closing her eyes she breathed deeply as she drifted off.
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Waking up Betty found the room was plunged in darkness, glancing over she found the bed empty, sitting up she was glad to notice there was no more dizziness. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she carefully stood up, she still felt incredibly weak but felt it was nothing a coffee and a big breakfast couldn’t solve. Walking into the bathroom Betty closed the door behind her, her bladder felt uncomfortably full, after relieving herself she stood up and turned to flush the toilet, a strong wave of vertigo hit her and she stumbled slightly, trying to steady herself she grabbed hold of the nearest thing, knocking bottles into the sink with a clatter she gripped on to the edge of the sink she closed her eyes as she waited for the dizziness to pass.
“Betty.” Archie shouted through the door, she heard as he tried the handle but Betty had locked the door behind her. “Betty, are you okay.” He shouted as he banged on the door.
“I’m fine.” Betty shouted, she meant for it to sound like she was fine but her voice came out all croaky. “I’m okay.” She said after clearing her throat. Glancing in the mirror she cringed at her reflection, her face looked pale and washed out and her hair was matted like it hadn’t been brushed in weeks. After quickly washing her face she tried her best to tame her hair with a brush, sighing that it was as good as it was going to get without a shower she went in search of food. Opening the door she found Archie stood just the other side.
“Betty are you alright? What happened in there?” He looked her up and down before glancing into the bathroom behind her.
“I’m okay, I knocked some things into the sink. I’m okay really.” Archie stared at her like he was studying her, satisfied with her answer Archie moved to the side to allow Betty to pass. Walking down the hallway Betty was hit with another wave of dizziness, it was so intense she slammed right into the wall.
“Shit.” Betty cursed reaching up to rub her shoulder, she felt incredibly weak her legs were like jello.
“Betty?” She heard Archie call her name but it sounded like he was underwater, she shook her head to try and clear it.
“I think I need to eat something.” Was all she could say.
“Come on, I’ll make you something, go sit down.” Archie grabbed her hand and led her into the lounge, her legs struggled to work, she felt like she was treading water, dropping down on the sofa Betty leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
“Betty.” Her eyes flew open and she found Archie’s face inches from hers. “I’ve been calling you, didn’t you hear me?” Betty shook her head slightly.
“I must have dozed off.” Archie looked at her worriedly before leaning back, he gestured towards the table.
“Eat something, it’s probably best to start light so I’ve just made you some toast.” Betty smiled at him before reaching out and grabbing a slice of toast. Taking a bite she had to stifle a moan, it was only toast but it was warm and buttery just the way she liked it, after her first bite her stomach rumbled embarrassingly loud, screaming out for more.
“What time is it?” Betty asked, it looked as though the sun was just rising, the room was cast in a slight orange glow.
“Just after ten.” Betty glanced outside, it seemed a little late for a sunrise.
“In the morning?” She questioned.
“No Betty, it’s nighttime, you’ve slept all day.” Betty blanched, she’d been asleep all day, she didn’t even feel that well rested.
“What time… erm, what time did you come get me, last night.” Betty was curious as to what time she got back and just how much time she had lost.
“Let’s see, you called me at,” Archie picked his phone up from the table and began to scroll through it. “You rang at ten past ten, I drove around for about ten minutes before…”
“Wait, that can’t be right.” Betty cut him off. “Are you sure it was ten past ten?” She questioned, Archie nodded.
“Positive, it’s right here.” He turned the phone round to show Betty, she didn’t even attempt to read the screen, her eyes struggled to focus.
“That doesn’t make sense, we left the library at half nine.” Archie frowned at her.
“Are you sure.”
“Yes, I remember checking the time before we left the library, if it had been late I was just going to come home. How could I have gotten that wasted in half an hour.” It just didn’t make sense.
“You didn’t.” Archie face contorted with anger. “You were spiked.” Archie’s hand slammed down on the coffee table causing Betty to jump. “I’m going to kill that bastard.” He stood up and held his hand out to Betty. “Come on.” Betty looked at him with confusion.
“Where are we going?”
“To the hospital, you need to get checked out.”
“What! No, I’m not going to the hospital, I’m fine.”
“Betty you’re not fine, you’re walking into walls for fuck’s sake. You could have been spiked with anything.”
“Archie I’m fine, I just needed to eat, I feel much better now.” She wasn’t really lying, she did feel a bit better after eating. Archie stood staring at her for what felt like an eternity before his shoulders sagged.
“Fine, but promise me if you start to feel worse you’ll tell me.”
“I promise.”
“And if you walk into another wall I’m dragging you kicking and screaming to the hospital.”
“That’s fair enough.” Betty smiled at him softly hoping he’d relax a bit more, he finally sat back down beside Betty but she could feel him watching her from the corner of her eyes.
Betty suggested they watch the film they were going to watch last night and Archie made Betty more toast.
More than halfway through the film Betty felt her eyelids drooping, she felt exhausted which was strange given that she’d slept all day. Wanting to go to bed but not trusting her feet Betty let her drop onto Archie’s shoulder, she’d happily take the sofa tonight after all she’d taken Archie’s night in the bed and he’d slept on a desk chair.
Betty startled as she felt the sofa disappear from beneath her, opening her eyes slightly she was greeted with the sight of Archie’s chest, he was carrying her to bed. Closing her eyes she let Archie place her on the bed and cover her with a blanket, she was quite happy to just drift off to sleep once again until she heard the creak of the desk chair. Opening her eyes she spotted Archie leaning back in the desk chair trying to get comfy.
“Archie you don’t need to watch me, I told you I’m fine.” He jumped slightly at her voice.
“It’s fine Betty, just sleep, I don’t mind.”
“Archie you can’t spend another night on the chair, it cannot be comfy.”
“I’m not leaving you on your own Betty, I just… last night was terrifying. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Betty’s heart ached, she could hear the fear in his voice, she felt guilty despite it not really being her fault.
“Well if you’re not going to leave at least get in the bed.” Archie looked at her confused.
“And where will you sleep.”
“Here, I’m sure there’s enough room for both of us.” Archie looked like he was overthinking it. “Come on Archie, I’d feel terrible if I made you sleep on that chair again.” Sighing Archie stood up and walked around the bed, Betty shuffled all the way over to one side as Archie climbed in, lying there Betty could feel how tense Archie was, he was lay as stiff as a board. “Relax Archie, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” Archie released a breath before letting out a laugh, Betty felt him visibly relax. After getting comfy Betty closed her eyes and felt herself start to drift off. Teetering on the edge of unconsciousness Betty felt lips on her forehead as a brief kiss was placed upon her.
“Goodnight Betty.” Archie said. So close to sleep Betty wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it or not, she didn’t have time to contemplate it before sleep took her quickly.
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Things changed after that night, Betty and Archie seemed to get along much better, Archie would constantly go out of his way to make sure Betty was okay, he’d pick her up from the library and meet up with her in between classes. They’d have lunch dates where they’d reminisce about their childhood and some of the trouble they used to get in. Archie opened up about his dreams of becoming a musician and Betty learnt just how important it was to him, that’s why she was currently sneaking into the college music hall to watch his entry for his musical exam. Betty still had never heard Archie play his guitar, she looked around the music hall as she tried to catch a glimpse of him. Taking a seat right at the back of the hall she waited patiently for his turn, there were some very talented musicians in his class, some sang while others played musical instruments, Betty was anxious to hear what Archie could do. Finally strolling onto the stage Betty felt her heart start to race as she watched Archie take a seat on a stool in the middle of the stage. Betty had recently been struggling with her feelings for Archie, she found herself gazing lovingly at him whenever he did the smallest thing for her, she was sure she was falling for him, she was jolted from her thoughts as Archie cleared his throat.
“I’ll be submitting an original piece, titled I’ll Try.” The assessors nodded at him and he began to strum the guitar, Betty listened intently, it felt like the whole world fell away and all that was left were Betty and Archie, suspended in time, Archie sang the words with such meaning and Betty found herself leaning forwards trying to capture every moment. And then it was over, Archie stood wordlessly and left the stage, Betty shook her head as she tried to compose herself, she hadn’t been sure what she was expecting but it hadn’t been that.
Betty had originally meant to sneak home and never let Archie know that she’d seen him perform, she always assumed there was a reason he never played in front of her, but she found herself waiting near his car for him to arrive, she felt compelled to see him. Betty watched as Archie walked towards his car, he had his guitar case in one hand and his phone in the other, Betty’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she smiled as she realised he was probably texting her to say he was on his way home.
“Archie.” His head shot up at the sound of her voice and his confusion gave way to a smile when he saw her.
“Betty, what are you.. why are you here.” Archie opened his car door and slid the case onto the back seat.
“Now don’t get mad but, I snuck in to watch you play.” Betty rushed out. “Archie that was amazing, I…” Betty couldn’t put into words what she’d just witnessed so instead she rushed forwards and threw her arms around Archie in a hug, after a few seconds Archie hugged her back.
“Thanks Betty, but it wasn’t that good.” Betty pulled back to look at him whilst keeping a hold of his forearms.
“Are you kidding me, Archie that was incredible, I.. well I loved it.” Archie smiled down at her.
“You really thought it was good.” Betty nodded furiously, she was so proud of Archie. Looking up at Archie she smiled softly, her heart was racing so fast she could feel it pounding in her ears, her eyes darted down to Archie’s lips and back up to his eyes, without thinking Betty leaned forwards and captured Archie’s lips with her own, she let her lips linger slightly before pulling back, her eyes flew open in shock, she just kissed Archie.
“Archie I’m…” Before she could apologise Archie grabbed her face and smashed his lips to hers, the kiss was furiously passionate, Betty felt her self being consumed by the kiss, reaching up she threaded her fingers into his hair and gently tugged at it, Archie gently walked them backwards and Betty’s back collided with his car, Archie’s hips pushed into her and she felt herself pushing back just trying to get closer to him, Betty’s head was swimming and her lungs were screaming out for oxygen but she was reluctant to break the kiss, afraid that this would all be over the moment they stopped. Archie was the first to pull away, he rested his forehead on hers as he tried to catch his breath, Betty’s eyes remained closed as she struggled to calm her breathing, she didn’t want to open her eyes, she was more than content to stay in this moment forever. A throat cleared behind them and Betty’s eyes flew open, Archie jumped away and turned around, sneaking a peek over his shoulder Betty could see one of Archie’s music assessors stood in front of them.
“Evening Archie, I just wanted to say well done in there, you should be very proud.” Betty felt a smile come to her face, she couldn’t agree more.
“Thank you professor, that means a lot.”
“You’re welcome Archie, well I’m sorry for interrupting.” Betty could feel herself blushing as he glanced over at her.
“Oh I’m sorry professor,” Archie stood to the side and wrapped his arm around Betty’s waist forcing her forwards a few steps. “This is my wife, Betty.” Betty’s head snapped up to Archie, he was staring at the professor with a huge smile on his face, Betty felt herself smile, she reached out to shake the professors extended hand.
“Oh, wife, well its lovely to meet you Betty.” He leant in slightly “Now I know where he gets all his inspiration from.” If Betty’s cheeks weren’t red before they were flaming now. “Well I should be off, I look forward to seeing you in my class next year Archie.” Archie’s hand tensed on Betty’s waist almost making her jump.
“Wait, are you saying… did I pass?” Betty could hear the excitement in his voice.
“Archie, you know I can’t reveal anything until the results are posted.” He said with a sly smile before turning to walk away.
“But you said… but he said see next year. Did he say see you next year?” He turned to face Betty, his face was beaming with excitement.
“Yeah, I think he did.” Betty smiled at him, Archie picked her up and spun her round excitedly, Betty could do nothing but laugh, when he placed her back on her feet Betty smiled up at him. “See, what did I say? Amazing.”
“Thank you Betty.” Archie stared down at Betty with admiration in his eyes.
“Why are you thanking me, that was all you.”
“No, my professor was right, you were my inspiration Betty, you inspired that song.” Before Betty could question what he meant he kissed her, the kiss wasn’t as passionate as the other one but it’s still managed to take her breath away.
“Archie I…”
“Betty do you know what tomorrow is?” Betty tried to think, she had so many exams coming up she wasn’t sure what day it was. She shook her head.
“It’s six months since we got married, tomorrow’s the last day we are legally obligated to stay together.” Betty was shocked, had it really gone that quickly. “Only I don’t want it to end, Betty I can’t imagine waking up and not finding you dancing away in the kitchen as you wait for your coffee, I don’t want to give up our late night cheesy action movies. I love having you around, I love coming home to find you sprawled out on the sofa, your face buried in a mountain of books, I love our lunch dates when we talk absolute nonsense for hours on end and I, well Betty, I love you. And I want you to marry me, well stay married to me, not because you have to but because you want to.” Betty looked up at him stunned, this was a lot to take in, she had no idea Archie felt this way and if she was being honest with herself, she felt exactly the same, she loved living with Archie, she loved spending time with him, she loved him. Betty felt all of her emotions come bubbling to the surface, they seemed to get stuck in her throat and her eyes welled with tears.
“I want that too.” She finally managed to say, it came out all croaky and she must have sounded so pathetic.
“You do?” Archie asked, he sounded unsure.
“Yes. I love you Archie.” A huge smile erupted over his face and he leant down and captured her lips with his, Betty poured every ounce of emotion she had into the kiss, hoping to show Archie exactly how she felt. Pulling back she gazed up at Archie, who knew that a drunken night in Vegas would end here.
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** IMAGINE REQUEST: Hi love your account!!! I was wondering if u could make a one shot with Liam. Um… I guess the scenario could be in which Liam meets your family for the first time…your whole family.**
“Family Matters“
When Liam Payne looks at you with those eyes so big and hopeful, it’s hard to turn down anything he’s asking you.
He’d figured out that it was easy to get you to say yes to a lot of things if he just looked at you like that—calling in sick to work, having a movie night at home instead of going out (even though you’d had your outfit planned since two days ago), and, probably your least favorite, letting him decide where to eat for dinner. Again.
That isn’t to say you don’t have your own little ways of getting him to agree to things; a bat of your eyelashes, a pout of your lips, or, when desperate times call for desperate measures, a low cut top that reveals just enough skin when you bend over to innocently pick up the remote that you’d “accidently” dropped in front of him. He was onto you and your little tricks.
That was just how your relationship had always been. So when Liam had looked up from his phone at you last week with a beaming smile and those damn eyes, you’d braced yourself for the worst.
Before you even let him talk, you sighed, mumbling out a quick, “What do you want now?”
He had laughed and rolled his eyes at you. “Nothing, nothing. I just got a text from your mum.”
You remember your heart had stopped beating. What the hell did that mean? Liam and your mom got on like best friends from the minute he’d first met her. It was a relief at first, but undeniably annoying when he came over because they would just talk and talk and talk for what felt like hours. One thing you’d always admired about Liam, however, was the way he was able to absolutely destroy you in your bedroom to the point where your legs were still shaking and you struggled to walk, and then five minutes later you’d find him exchanging health food recipes with your mother in the kitchen, with her none the wiser about what had just transpired. He was irritatingly charming with everyone he encountered, of that much you were very sure. Still, you couldn’t get over the fact that he and your mom were actually… friends? Did they text often?
He must’ve noticed the look on your face because he chuckled again. You asked, “What did she have to say?”
“She invited me to your “family reunion” next Friday. Thinks its time I meet everyone.”
You’d panicked. Immediately you let out a loud string of “no’s” and shook your head. He only continued to laugh, waiting until you were done to ask why you were so against it. “You ashamed of me or sumfin?”
“No,” you’d replied back, because that was in fact the opposite of what you were. You weren’t ashamed of anyone in this equation actually. It was just that your family was so big and crazy and… loud. They were loud as hell when you were all together, and what if that turned Liam off to the idea of combining your families one day?
Although, you had known that this day would come. If you ever wanted to marry Liam, you knew he was going to have to meet your family eventually. However, you’d just hoped it would be much further down the line at like, the wedding. Or even after the wedding. Or maybe never.
You loved Liam. You loved your family. You’d just never really imagined them altogether in one room.
Of course he kept pushing the issue, asking why you didn’t want him there. So when you reluctantly responded and told him the truth—that you were scared he would hate them—he only smiled and pulled you into his chest.
“M’not gonna hate ‘em. I could never. They made you.” You could see the cogs turning in his head at that last sentence. “Well… I mean, they didn’t make you. Your mum and dad did. But they made your mum and dad so I guess relatively they made you. And they make you happy. They’re a part of you.” He’d paused only briefly to kiss the crown of your head. “And anyway, they love you. And I love you. So we already have something in common, yeah? We’ll get along fine.”
And when you’d turned your head to look up at him, he was looking at you with those damn stupid eyes. You were struck for a moment, because it looked genuine. Like he actually really wanted to meet your family. He was being so nice, and you knew he was right, plus those stupid, stupid eyes….
“Alright fine,” you’d huffed out. “You can come to my family reunion.” He beamed like you’d never seen before, and although the soft kisses he peppered all over your face in gratitude should’ve made you feel better, they only made you more scared.
Today, you’re in the kitchen helping prepare side dishes with all the women and female cousins. The men are out back drinking and barbecuing, and the kids are running around chasing one another. Liam is going to arrive at any minute and you could not be more terrified.
Everyone had been teasing you all day long. You’d taken their comments in stride, of course, but it was nerve-wracking. Like being interrogated. You knew it was out of love for you (and out of sheer excitement at the fact that a celebrity was coming over and could potentially be joining the family one day?), but you sincerely hoped that the comments would stop once he arrived.
“Does he make a lot of money?”
“How serious is the relationship?”
“Didn’t they just release a new album?”
“I like that one song… what is it called? ‘Things That Make You Beautiful?’”
“How did you two meet? You weren’t a groupie, were you? Those are just awful.”
“I once camped out in the lobby of Bon Jovi’s hotel for a whole night before they told me he wasn’t actually there. Tragic.” The questions, comments, and stories (that admittedly make you giggle) just keep coming, and you answer them as best as you can. “We’re fairly serious about the relationship.”
“It’s called ‘What Makes You Beautiful’, grandma.”
“No, I was not a groupie.”
It isn’t until your mother pokes her head out from behind the refrigerator and holds out a bottle of barbecue sauce that the questions finally seem to die down. “Will you take this out to your dad, please?”
You agree, because it gives you something to do while you wait for Liam to arrive. He’d told you he was running a little bit late but that he would be there as soon as he could. It wasn’t a problem, but it did make you more anxious.
You push open the door to the yard and it’s a completely different atmosphere. The heat is sweltering—the kind of hot air that makes it uncomfortable to breathe. The condensation on the side of the cold beer bottles matches the sweat dripping from your little cousins as they chase each other around and it grosses you out. You wrinkle up your nose absentmindedly and try not to think about how bad it’s gonna smell in your house later when everyone comes inside.
Your dad stands by the grill, laughing and talking with his brother in law and someone else, and he’s poking something around on the fire. He raises the beer bottle to his lips and sees you instantly. He reaches out a hand for the barbecue sauce. “Hey, (Y/N). I was just about to go get that. You read my mind.”
The minute you approach him, you see who this “someone else” is. You had no idea he’d even arrived yet but there he is—Liam in all his tall, gangly glory. He smiles at you. “Hi, babe!” He reaches out an arm to pull you into his side for a hug.
“Hey!” He can instantly sense your confusion as he presses his lips to your forehead.
“Sorry I didn’t text ya,” he says. “I got here and the party was started. I was gonna come find ya.”
Your dad beams at you. “(Y/N), I was just introducing Liam to everyone. We were having a very manly talk.”
Liam snorts. “Manly indeed.” He turns to you, a gleam in his eye. “I didn’t know your family was into classic old films.”
You giggle. “Do you know who my parents are? Of course they are.”
He smiles, and then suddenly makes a face. “Oh! Almost forgot.” He walks over to the little coffee table on your porch and picks up a bottle of wine. “This is for your mum. Where’s she at?”
“She’s inside. Here, I’ll take it!” That was just like Liam. Always so sweet. Always thinking of everyone else.
“No, no, it’s good. Let me! I wanna see her. And meet everyone else.” He raises a hand in your father’s direction. “Nice talking to you. We’ll run into each other later I’m sure.”
“Yeah definitely!” Liam turns to go into the house, keeping a hand on your back. Force of habit, you suppose, that he has to be touching you every time he’s in public. It isn’t something he realizes he does, you think. Once, you’d asked him about it because you had assumed it was a nervous habit. You thought he just wanted to be touching you because secretly he didn’t like crowds all that much. (Not a very far off guess either. Crowds had never been his favorite things, you’d learned.) But he said it was just to keep you two together, and to show you off proudly. To tell the world “She’s mine” and all that. Of course, after that sweet confession was made he just had to throw in a dirty joke about touching you in other ways under the table later that night, and you’d blushed and slapped his arm even though you’d actually wanted him to…
But that’s beside the point.
You turn to glance at your father one last time before disappearing into the house, and he flashes you a thumbs up and a nod. Internally, you breathe out a sigh of relief. Liam had made a good impression on these people at least.
As soon as you and Liam enter the house, everyone goes silent. The older women stare at you expectantly, with the corners of their lips turned up in a way that tells Liam they were just talking about him. Your Aunt Susan lets out a quiet giggle that does not go unnoticed. Your seventeen- year-old cousin Nicole (coincidentally a Niall girl since day one) straightens up in her seat, nervously stroking her hair.
Liam clears his throat, and you realize you’ve been holding your breath. “Hello, everyone. I’m Liam.”
And then they go right back to talking—everyone at once. It doesn’t so much sound like individual voices as much as one giant buzzing noise.
And for some reason, though you’ll never know how he manages to do it, Liam answers everyone’s questions.
“Yes ma’am.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“No, I’ve never heard of that.”
“I’m 25.”
“We met through a friend.” You stand there awe-stricken at the fact that your boyfriend is juggling all of these people and talking to them all at once. It’s like any other performance for him, and he does it so damn well that you can’t help but beam proudly at him.
“This one can’t stop talking about you!” your grandma says, nodding her head in your direction. Instantly, your cheeks go crimson because why in God’s name is that a necessary thing to say? Okay, sure, maybe you did talk about him a lot but it was only when someone else brought him up first or when you had a funny story to tell that just so happened to involve him. Or when someone asked you a question about him. Or when he had done something so damn sweet you just had to tell someone before your insides burst. Or when—
Your aunt cuts off your thoughts. “Oh gosh, isn’t that the truth? You must be pretty good to this girl.”
You can literally feel Liam’s gaze on your face and it actually burns. His dimple is deep enough to get lost in and you have to resist the urge to poke it like you normally do. You roll your eyes a bit, chewing on the inside of your lip and hoping someone says something else.
“Yeah?” Liam asks, not looking away from you. “Well she’s good to me. M’crazy about her.”
Your breath hitches in your throat as the women all coo and “aw” at frequency only dolphins could hear. You let out a nervous giggle and you know that Liam senses what you’re feeling. He’s too much of a little shit to do anything about it though, because he likes seeing you all giggly and nervous and red. Says it’s “damn cute” and wants you to stay that way forever.
Your mom comes to your rescue even though she’s completely oblivious to your embarrassment. “What’s this?” She reaches down to Liam’s free hand and takes the bottle of wine from it.
“Oh, s’for you. Sorry for showin’ up late. And sorry for not bringing more.”
“You didn’t have to bring it at all!” your mom says. “But you know I will never turn down wine. Thank you, Liam.”
He nods. “Of course.” He glances down at you with a smug smile that says ‘See? Everything is fine.’ You shake your head at him, amazed at what a charming little cheese-ball he can be. Then again, there was rarely ever a time that he wasn’t being a charming little cheese-ball. This family reunion was no exception.
It doesn’t take much longer until Liam is chatting up a storm with everyone. They all seem to have settled down with their teasing, which is wonderful. In fact, they seem to have almost forgotten that you’re even there all together. You watch from your seat at the counter beside your cousin as Liam buzzes around, comparing recipes and telling jokes and stories and laughing as if he has been apart of this family his whole life. He only briefly glances over his shoulder at you every now and again to smile or wink, and your heart flutters with pride at how good he’s being. Not that you weren’t expecting him to be good. But this, you were not expecting.
This cheerful guy who knows everything about baking the cake for after dinner (he did, after all, use to work in a bakery. He’d mentioned that three times now). This guy who told stories that had the whole room hanging on every word he spoke while he carefully stirred around the mashed potatoes so your mom wouldn’t have to. This guy who talked about you like you were God’s gift to the earth, and listened intently to every story from your childhood—even if you’d rather it not be shared with him. You could not love him any more than you did in this moment.
You’re almost disappointed when your dad pops in from the backyard and shouts, “Sorry to bother you, but can I steal Liam for a minute?”
“He was just getting to the good part of the story!” your aunt calls back, and Liam chuckles.
“I’m sorry,” Liam says. He puts his hand up as if swearing an oath. “I promise I’ll finish it later. I’m all yours once he’s done with me”
He turns to go, but not without stopping at your seat and pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. With a sweet smile, he disappears out the door on the heels of your father.
As soon as the door closes behind him, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. You don’t even want to turn to look at them, but you have nowhere else to look. So you sigh and look first at your mother, hoping that she’ll sense that you don’t want to be bombarded with more questions and comments.
It doesn’t work. Your grandma is the first to speak. “Oh my goodness, I think he is just lovely.” Which is a relief but at the same time, doesn’t mean much coming from the woman who’s told every boy you’ve known in your lifetime to “take care of my grandbaby or I’ll kill you.” Hell, she’d even threatened the guy who played your stage husband in your high school play. A kind gesture, yes, but an aggravating one to say the least. Liam was bound to get the threatening speech by the end of the night.
“I agree,” your aunt chimes in. “And you can see how much he loves you.”
Your cousin, Sara lets out all the air she’s been holding in her lungs for the past fifteen minutes. “Oh my GOD, he’s cute,” she says, and it’s the first time you’ve heard her talk since she got here. “Seriously, he’s even better in person.”
You giggle. “Thank you, guys. I know it really means a lot to him that you wanted him here.“ You reach for your glass of water because you hadn’t realized that all those nerves were making you thirsty.
“Of course!” your aunt replies. “Why wouldn’t we?”
Another aunt who, admittedly, you don’t know the name of (she was someone’s like, third wife or something who no one actually really knew anything about other than she was loud and proud and here in your kitchen) wiggles her eyebrows. “Yeah, especially if he’s gonna be part of the family one day. Do we hear wedding bells in the very near future?”
You nearly choke on your water, and you let out a little sputtering cough. “Uh… that’s not… I mean, we haven’t really… he’s only 25… I—” You aren’t quite how to answer this question in front of a room full of gossipy ladies. Sure they had your best interest at heart, and they were only trying to make fun conversation, but you and Liam are so young for God’s sake. You knew you wanted to marry him, but in the very near future? Couldn’t you at least, like, graduate college first?
Your mom senses your distress and laughs lightly. “Let’s not push it, Denise.” Denise. That’s her name. Dammit Denise. “She’s so young and we’re just happy she finally found someone.”
“True,” your grandma speaks up. “We all thought she was going to be single forever.” They all giggle, and you let out a nervous little giggle as well. What was that supposed to mean?
You are literally saved by the bell when the oven timer beeps, signaling it’s just about time to eat. The ladies abandon all gossip and teasing remarks and bustle around once more to get everything together. Ten minutes later, you find yourself seated beside Liam on the couch with a plate overflowing with food. Dinner is fantastic, of course, and many adults are enjoying Liam’s bottle of wine. Liam is still talking and laughing with ease, and it’s amazing how easily he is flowing from one topic to the next. Needless to say, he fits into this family far better than you could’ve ever hoped.
After dinner, when everyone is sitting with droopy eyes and full tummies, a small crowd slowly migrates out to the backyard. Liam, you’re assuming, is apart of that crowd because, once you come back from dropping your dish off in the sink, he’s disappeared. You don’t know whether to be happy or upset. You’d invited Liam to this as your sort of “date” and yet you’d hardly gotten to spend any time with him. Which was fine, because at least you knew everyone liked him. But between the women needing your assistance and the men talking to him about… well, everything, you’ve barely been able to say more than two sentences to him.
When the dishes are washed and everyone is settled once more, you take the opportunity to go find him. It doesn’t take long once you step outside. Though the sun is setting, the air is still hot. The men and a few of their wives are sitting around the porch drinking various alcoholic beverages and talking about work. They all greet you cheerfully, but don’t really deter from their conversation.
You step off of your porch and onto the grass where the little kids are still playing. And there, you see him. Running around and giggling just like he’s one of them. He’s tied his hair up into a bun at the back of his head, but he didn’t use as much care as he normally does because a few strands whip at his cheeks as he runs. His laugh echoes and mixes in with the younger children’s and the sounds are so adorable they make you want to explode.
They seem to be playing a game of tag, with Liam being “it.” You know he’s taking it easy on them because his long legs could move him much faster than he’s currently running. And because you know that he could take one step in their four steps. Finally, he catches up to your four-year-old cousin Hannah and, in one swift motion, scoops her up in his arms. He spins her around and yells like a monster, with her squealing and giggling like a crazy person. It’s all too damn cute; Liam with children has always been one of your weaknesses that he’s never known about. It makes you realize what a great father he’s going to be someday, and GOD how you hope it’ll be your kids he’s fathering.
He sees you mid spin and laughs, slowing down. It takes him a minute to get his balance and to get his brain to stop spinning, but once he seems steady on his feet again, he puts Hannah back on the ground and walks to you with a smile on his face. He glances over his shoulder at the little kids, who now all seem disappointed that their new “cousin Liam” (as you’d later learn was what they were so affectionately calling him) was done playing. “Gimme a sec.” He smiles back at you. “Hi, my love.”
When he reaches you, he takes both of your hands in his and pulls you into him for a quick kiss, earning a chorus of “eeeewwwww” from the little kids. You giggle into the kiss, but don’t pay attention to them. When you pull away, you speak. “Looks like you’re a hit.”
“Yeah, they won’t let me go,” he chuckles. “But I love it. I’m having fun. Just miss bein’ around you.”
“My whole family loves you, Liam. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
“Yeah, well, I love them just as much.” Before any other words can be exchanged, one of the little monsters— Hannah’s six-year-old brother Josh— runs up and leaps up onto Liam’s back, causing him to emit a loud “oof” and almost topple over. He regains himself quickly, hopping a bit to adjust the kid on his back, before chuckling. “Heeeey. What are you doing?”
“Play with us!” Josh yells, kicking his legs a bit and almost hitting you.
You giggle and take a step back as Liam attempts to stop his kicking. “I will, I will! Just have to talk to (Y/N) for a bit, yeah? I miss her.”
“Don’t you guys live together?” comes another raspy little voice. Your other baby cousins—Dalton, Lea, Callie, and Hannah—have all appeared at Liam’s feet, blinking up at you with big wide eyes.
You and Liam exchange a glance before you speak. “Not… really. I have my own apartment and so does Liam. We just… hang out a lot.”
“You guys are dating, right?” It’s Lea, the ever-shy one with the cutest little lisp, who speaks.
You smile, reaching down to brush her hair behind her ear. “Yes ma’am.”
“Yuuuuck,” Josh groans.
“It’s not yucky!” Hannah shouts back. “It’s nice.” She blinks up at you. “Do you guys like… kiss and stuff?”
It’s an innocent question but your cheeks still go a bit red. You look at Liam, who’s wearing a tongue-in-cheek smirk and looking everywhere but your eyes. You let out a puff of air. “Uh…”
“No,” Liam says, very seriously all of a sudden. “Of course not. Don’t you know that girls have cooties?”
“Cooties aren’t real,” says Callie. She always has been the practical one of the family, even when she was a baby. Now, at eight, you can see she hasn’t changed.
Liam doesn’t budge. “Are too,” he retorts.
“Nuh uh.”
“Yes huh.”
“Nuh UH!”
You giggle, and little Hannah cuts off their argument. “Cooties aren’t real because mommy and daddy kiss each other and they don’t have cooties.”
“That’s because they’re married, Hannah.” Liam sounds like he’s given this some thought, and you laugh at his serious tone. “You can only kiss when you’re married.”
“Nuh UH! I just saw you and (Y/N) kiss!”
Lea gasps. “Are you and (Y/N) getting married?”
You and Liam look at each other, wanting so badly for the other to say something that’ll get them off this subject. “Uh,” Liam laughs. “Probably someday.”
“Really?!”
All three little girls look up at you with the widest eyes you’ve ever seen, and you furrow your eyebrows. It’s your turn to say something. “Um. I mean… yeah. Probably. Someday. Not like, soon or anything but—“
“Can I be the flower girl?” Callie asks.
“You’re too old to be the flower girl,” Lea says.
“Nuh uh, flower girls can be whatever age they want to be, huh (Y/N)?”
“What about the ring bear?” asks Josh, squirming around excitedly on Liam’s back.
“Can I be the ring bear?”
“I wanna be the ring bear!” Dalton yells.
“It’s ring bearer, guys,” Callie says with a roll of her eyes.
While all the little kids discuss your future wedding, you notice Liam hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You blink nervously for a moment before offering him an apologetic smile.
His nose wrinkles up and suddenly he’s squatting down to put Josh on the ground. He’s eye level with all of them now. “You guys can be whatever you want to be,” he says. “Hey, we’ll even let you plan the wedding, yeah? But I have to tell you, that day won’t be for a while. Don’t get all excited now.”
“Do you love (Y/N)?” Lea asks, batting her long eyelashes at Liam.
Liam smiles up at you with his lips pressed tightly together. He nods. “I do.”
The three little girls immediately let out a chorus of sighs. “How romantic,” Hannah says, and you giggle because at four-years-old, “romantic” is probably the biggest vocabulary word she knows how to use.
Liam stands up, his knees popping a bit until he’s once again towering over you. “(Y/N), I have to use the little boy’s room,” he says quietly. You giggle, taking his hand.
“Right on,” you mumble back. You turn to the kids once again. “Listen, we’ll be right back, okay?”
They shout back their approval and you lead Liam up to the house. The people on the porch greet Liam enthusiastically but still never deter from their conversation, much to Liam’s liking. Apparently, no one had left him alone all day so he hadn’t even had time to ask where the bathroom was. Your poor little social butterfly.
You lead him through the house, dodging in and out of people and their conversations. The poor thing feels almost guilty that he can’t stop to talk to them all. But at this point he feels like his bladder is a ticking time bomb that can’t wait much longer, something he announces to you as you pull him through the living room. You let out another giggle and a “ew, Liam” before approaching the guest bathroom towards the front of the house.
To your dismay, the minute you knock on the closed door, you hear a voice from inside call out, “Just a minute!”
You turn to your boyfriend. “Think you can wait a minute?” He shakes his head, eyes wide and you roll your eyes. “You’re really gonna make me do this?”
“Do what?” he asks, but you don’t answer him. You’re already pulling him up the stairs behind you in the direction you’d hoped you’d never have to take him… your childhood bedroom.
It wasn’t that there was anything particularly terrible about it. It was just that the last time you’d lived here was in high school. All through college you either lived on campus or in your own apartment, so clearly this place hasn’t been updated in quite some time.
You reach the closed door (second on the left) and let out a sigh. “Liam before you go in here just know that… I haven’t been up here in awhile. So it’s probably… embarrassing… and—“
“(Y/N), I love you. I really do. But if I don’t get to the bathroom in the next ten seconds I am going to actually explode.”
You giggle, pushing open the door and letting him inside. He runs immediately to the tiny bathroom connected to your bedroom and closes the door. Meanwhile, you step into the room and take this time to really admire it. You close the door behind you so no one knows you’re up here and thinks they can use this bathroom (it is still, technically your room and is therefore off limits).
The room is exactly how you remembered it. When you’d lived here in high school, you didn’t really care what you had in here. Posters of bands hang all over the walls, your stuffed animals line the shelves above your old twin size bed, and there, poorly hidden by a chair, is the stain from the time you’d snuck a bottle of wine up here with your friends and accidentally spilled it all over the carpet. You giggle at the memory. It had been so serious to you back then.
You sit on the edge of the bed, but soon give in to your temptation and allow yourself to lie backwards. You’re so tired. All the tension from being so nervous all day has really gathered in your shoulders, and God a massage would feel so good. (Perhaps something to bring up tonight when you get to Liam’s, you think.) You’ve been on your feet all day, and you hadn’t even realized they were hurting until right now. You’re about to close your eyes when you realize what you’re looking at.
On the ceiling hangs a poster of Zac Efron in his High School Musical era and you actually laugh out loud. Why had you put that up there?
About a minute later, Liam comes out of the bedroom to find you lying there and he smiles to himself. He looks around the room, too, taking in the pieces of your past like its some big secret you’d kept hidden away this whole time. Technically, you had kept it hidden away.
He comes and towers over you and you smile up at him. He’s not looking at you, however. He’s instead looking up to where your eyes just were moments ago. His eyebrow quirks up as his hand comes to absentmindedly stroke his chin. After a moment of silent observation, he nods. “He’s cute.”
You giggle, sitting up. “What can I say? I’ve always had good taste in men.”
He laughs, plopping down beside you on the bed and cupping a hand behind your neck to bring your face closer. Without any type of warning, he presses a soft, deep, still smiley kiss to your lips, and after a few moments of him sucking on your bottom lip, you sigh into his mouth. This was exactly what you needed right now.
He pulls away, smiling at you. “I love you, (Y/N). And I love your family a lot. All of ‘em.”
You bite at your lip, wanting to shout for joy. “Seriously?”
He nods. “Seriously. I could not be happier to be here with you right now.” He presses another quick kiss to your lips before continuing. “Although… it has been kinda tough being away from you all day.”
“I know,” you say, looking down. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no! No need to be sorry. Your family is great. Talking to them is great. I’m not complaining. “ He smirks suddenly, the infamous dimple making its appearance. “Plus, I get you all to myself tonight when we leave.” He leans forward to kiss along your jawline.
You turn your head, granting him easier access to your neck. You can’t help it. You let out a hum of contentment as his lips travel lower, and it takes everything in you not to allow your now fluttering eyelashes to close. “Well,” you say quietly, “you have me all to yourself right now.”
You can feel the smirk deepen against your neck. “That I do,” he says, immediately followed by another kiss. “But. I don’t want to keep you from your family.” His lips are now fastened to your collarbone, making it clear that yes, actually, he does want to keep you from your family.
You turn your head and push your forehead to his. “They’re not gonna mind. They don’t even notice we’re gone.”
It doesn’t take any more than that. Immediately, he pushes you back on the bed. It’s a bit of an awkward shuffle, but the two of you manage to crawl higher up on the bed so that you aren’t hanging off the edge. (Well, Liam will be hanging off the edge regardless. It was so damn tiny.)
The bed creaks loudly under you, but neither of you seem to mind. You’re too busy trying not to just lose all control to rip his clothes off, and he’s too busy letting his lips get lost in the dip between your neck and your shoulder. Clearly he’d been waiting for this all day.
Your skirt has ridden completely up, and Liam uses that to his advantage. While one hand fumbles with the buttons at the top of your dress, the other hand reaches down to your thigh. He rubs lightly up and down, going higher each time like the little tease he is. You shift a bit so that maybe he’ll get the hint, but all you get in response is another creak of the bed.
This time Liam laughs, though he never removes his lips from your neck. “Loud bed,” he muses. “Have to be more careful.” You feel almost paralyzed underneath him because what he’s doing feels so damn good, and he hasn’t even kissed anywhere lower than your chest yet. He shifts so that he’s basically on top of you and begins grinding his hips against yours. The ever-growing bulge is hitting just where you want it to and fuck it feels so good you want to cry out.
Your nose wrinkles up as you smile, a soft moan just on the verge of escaping. “God, Liam,” you speak in a near whisper. “Fuck.”
“M’not even doing anything yet,” he teases, because that stupid boy knows damn well what he’s doing to you. He reaches down to rub over the fabric of your underwear and you’re about to curse again, when a knock comes at the door.
You both instantly freeze, locking eyes in sheer panic. When a soft little “Liam?” is heard in none other than Hannah’s voice, you let out a breath.
“Um, he’s in the bathroom,” you call out, still frozen.
“(Y/N)?” asks Hannah, more confused now. “Are you guys both in there?” She jiggles the doorknob and you thank God in heaven that you’d locked it.
“Um, yeah,” you say. “Only because… I had to… show him where it was.”
An evil little grin spreads across Liam’s face suddenly and he ducks his head to fasten his lips to your neck once more.
“Liam,” you hiss.
Hannah continues outside the door. “How much longer do you think he’s gonna be?”
“Um,” you say, and Liam literally snorts because your voice cracks when he bites down. “I’m not really sure, sweetie. Probably not that much longer.”
“Oh….” Hannah says. “Well, okay. I’m just gonna wait for him out here then.”
“NO,” you yell out, almost too quickly. It’s partly because of Hannah’s declaration of her patience, but mostly because Liam has now moved your bra and is kissing your exposed breast and holy shit, what is it that he’s trying to do here?
The bed creaks and Hannah speaks again. “Was that the bed?”
Liam laughs quietly once again, and you know he’s doing this purely for his own entertainment. “N-No,” you stutter. “It wasn’t.”
“It sounded like a bed.” The doorknob jiggles again. “Why is the door locked?”
You let out an exasperated sigh as Liam sucks lightly at the skin of your chest. “Sweetheart, please. Can you just go back out and play again? Liam will be back in a little bit.”
“How long is a little bit?”
Liam sighs, pulling away and smiling apologetically. “This is pointless. My people need me,” he whispers, kissing lightly at your nose before crawling off the bed.
“Wait,” you hiss out quietly. “You’re just gonna… leave me here? You’re not even gonna finish what you started?”
“Who are you talking to?” Hannah calls.
Liam clears his throat. “It’s me, love. Hold on. I’m coming.”
You raise your eyebrow, clearly a little bit ticked. “Well, you could be coming if we weren’t being cock-blocked by a four-year-old.”
Liam laughs. “Cheeky.” He reaches down to—ehem—adjust himself before going to quickly wash his hands and fix his hair in the mirror. “Like you said,” he says quietly before opening the door. “I’ll have you all to myself tonight when we get back to my place, yeah?” He gives you a quick wink before opening the door and slipping out into the hallway.
He closes the door behind him, which gives you enough time to straighten up a bit and saves you from having to look your cousin in the eye while your skirt was halfway off. When you do finally decide to leave the room, Liam and Hannah are long gone. Dammit.
You rejoin your mother and the other women in the living room, and you’re glad no one questions it further when you tell them you just had to show him where the upstairs bathroom is. Out of the window you can see him sitting on the porch, little Hannah curled up on his lap. One of his hands strokes lazily through her curls while the other holds a beer bottle that someone (probably your dad) had given him. You let out a sigh. He was right. You would finally get to be alone with him for the whole night as soon as you left here. You could stand a few more hours without him.
Those few hours go by slow as molasses until finally, the crowd has significantly shrunk in size. You and Liam make the decision to leave and after saying your goodbyes to everyone left at the party, you climb into his car.
There are a few moments of silence as he pulls out of your driveway and onto the road. Probably because you’re shocked at how well that went. You glance over at Liam who’s completely focused on the road, and you can’t help but feel your heart swell with pride. You ‘re so damn lucky.
Liam smiles, but doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “What?” he asks.
You reach up to poke the dimple, something you’d been resisting all night. “Nothing. Just… proud of you. Proud that you’re mine.” You adjust your seatbelt to lean across the center console and press a kiss to his cheek. “You did so good today.”
This time, he does steal a quick glance at you before speaking. “I said it a million times and I’ll say it a million more: I love your family. I wanna be around ‘em all the time. When’s the next family reunion?”
You giggle. “Well the family reunion thing usually happens once every summer, so, unfortunately, you’ll have to wait. But every year for Christmas we do something with Hannah’s family.”
Liam’s eyebrows quirk up at this. “Yeah? I love that little girl.”
You giggle. “She loves you, too. We’ve never seen her warm up to someone so quickly before.”
“When we’re married, let’s have a little girl just like her.”
Your heart actually stops right then and there at his use of the world “when.” He wants it to happen just as much as badly as you do, and he wants to have a little girl with you. You bite at your lip, trying to find the right thing to say back to that, but all you can come up with is a quiet “Okay.”
He smiles at you, reaching over to place a hand on your thigh. “I love you, (Y/N). I really mean that. I love you. And I love your family. And I really hope to spend the rest of my life with you. And with your family.”
You giggle. “I love you, too, Liam. And they love you. I can’t tell you how huge that is.”
Instead of speaking, Liam takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips to kiss. It feels like everything he meant to say was in that kiss, and if you thought you couldn’t be more in love with him than you were earlier, you were definitely wrong.
You think back to what your Aunt Denise said about marriage and how nervous it had made you, but now… well, it just seemed silly. It wasn’t nerve-wracking at all really. It was so simple. So obvious. Of course you want to marry Liam. Even if you are young, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with.
You also know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are the luckiest girl on the planet, and you could not be happier to be his.
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The Boyz Enemies to Lovers: Juyeon (1/12)
It was a special founders day weekend at school
So you and your friends head to the quadrangle where different year levels of the campus had some fun activities and some food stalls around the field
You remembered how your friend told you about the sports a lot of the boys from the higher levels were playing
In your mind, you weren’t the type to be too interested in boys
Not that you didn’t care and the fact that you barely had any experience could also be a reason
But then again you just didn’t really think much about getting into relationships yet
Like all of your crushes are just from boy groups you see on TV performing
Relatable
So your friends told you there was gonna be a basketball game later after lunch
And since you did like basketball, you agreed on going with them
You then remembered your brother was helping out at a booth by the quadrangle for his year level
So you asked permission from your friends if you could go to your brother for a second
They were fine with it and they said they’ll be at the food stalls to try out some snacks
You walk over to the booth your brother and some of his classmates had
It was by the quadrangle so you checked out the field and saw a lot of the seniors get ready for the games later on
Your brother called you over to the booth because he actually brought you some lunch
“Why aren’t you this nice to me at home?”
“Because we’re in public”
How sweet
You decided to eat lunch with your brother and his friends
Your brother was usually nice to you, though
But sometimes he’s just often too quiet since he doesn’t know much about girl stuff
You knew a few of his friends, mostly the girls, since they pretty much understood your vibe
Having a few similarities here and there, having the same mindsets and even future college course ideas
They really took care of you as if you were their little sister too
While walking around their booth you suddenly turned your head to look at the field again
And you saw a guy with a white shirt on, holding a white flag while resting its pole on his shoulder
He walked pass the field and looked around until his eyes met yours
You felt your heart stop for a second the moment he looked at you
Because you really thought he was cute
And you’ve never felt this way to any kind of guy before
But then the more you looked at him, the more he seemed familiar
And that’s when you realized
Oh no
It was Lee Juyeon
A boy you never wanted to meet again after being classmates from preschool to middle school
In your mind, you were literally like
“HOW HAS HE CHANGED THIS MUCH??????”
“HE WASN’T THIS CUTE TWO YEARS AGO???”
You never even bothered noticing the students from the other sections in your year level
So you turned away and walked over to your brother to tell him you needed to go back to your friends
So he just said yes, letting you go as you ran off immediately to the food stalls area to find your friends
To your relief, your friends were just by the entrance and ate some tteokbokki
You panted as you got to them and looked at them eat
They were confused as to why you were looking all nervous
“Are you okay?”
“Do you want some tteokbokki?”
Because you were quite full, you didn’t feel like eating
“Guys, do you know anyone named… Juyeon… from the other sections?”
Your friends turned to look at each other and then back to you with a huge grin
“That cutie who is the new captain of the basketball team in our level? Yes we know him.”
??? Captain???
Like do you really barely know anyone else from the junior year other than your friends
You shook your head and told them immediately why you asked
“He used to tease me all the time when we were in preschool, he used to call me-“
“Cherry pie”
You widened your eyes the moment you heard someone speak from behind
And you turned to look it was Juyeon, smiling while looking at you
“It… really is you….”
“Long time no see.”
You felt your heart stop the moment you turned fully at him because he looked so much different from when you last saw him
Which was, what, three years ago?
You forced a smile while looking at him and he just chuckled
“I didn’t know you went to this school”
“I just transferred midway from last semester. Saw you a couple of times but didn’t really get the chance to say hi”
Suddenly, someone called you from afar
“Y/n! You left your wallet at the booth.”
It was your brother, giving you your wallet and then ruffling your hair
“Thanks.”
He then immediately ran back, making Juyeon curious as to who he was
He wanted to ask you who the guy was but he was too shy and it might be too personal for you
So once you put your wallet in your small purse you gave Juyeon a nod
“So, yeah… see you around?”
“Alright, cherry pie.”
You widened your eyes and turned to grab your friends to walk away with you
“Y/n why? He’s talking to you!”
“You guys need to know something”
As you both walked around you explained to them what really happened
Juyeon was your seatmate many times during preschool because you both always came to class late
So naturally as seatmates, you both became friends
One of your favorite teachers in preschool always gave you some cherry pie whenever she made some since you loved it so much
And one time whenever Juyeon saw you eat, he would notice all the filling go across your face
Because, well, you were quite a clumsy eater
Plus you were a little bit chubby as a kid because you loved food so much who doesn’t
Juyeon slowly ended up making fun of you
Teasing you for eating a lot of cherry pie and being clumsy overall
It kind of hurt you since he wasn’t really super nice to you back then too
And you tried your best to ignore him many times
But he always pops up out of nowhere, like today
All the way to middle school, he never called you by your name and just kept calling you cherry pie
So you were totally relieved once you found out he wasn’t gonna go to the high school as you
Well, until now
Your friends couldn’t help but giggle and think this was cute
But to you, this was not one bit cute either
“Don’t worry, you’ve bloomed fully into a pretty young lady so he won’t be able to make fun of you over and over again”
“We’re here to help, you know.”
True friends
The next week as school started again, you ran your way to school and to your friends who waited for you by the gates
They greeted you with a hug and at the same time walked with you to campus
“There’s a beach party this weekend, you guys wanna go?”
One of your friends said while you were all walking
You didn’t really enjoy parties but you thought it would be nice if you could go
So you agreed to go to meet more people especially from your year
Besides, you felt as if you closed yourself off from too many people too
Fast forward to lunch time, you brought lunch and just ate in the room with your friends
Chatting, talking about random stuff, really just minding your own business
You were laughing over a joke your friend said until your friends stopped to look at someone behind you while you were seated
You turned to see Juyeon, smiling while sitting on the armchair next to your seat
“What… are you doing here?”
“I was walking around and I saw you from outside. Didn’t know you were in the honors list too.”
What does he want from me
You continued to eat and just ignore him
But your friends couldn’t help but giggle and look at Juyeon
“Hey, Juyeon, are you going to the beach party this weekend?”
“I might with some friends, yeah.”
You looked at Juyeon with annoyance in your face
“Please go away”
“Am I not allowed to befriend you, cherry pie?”
“No??? And stop calling me cherry pie!”
“You’re always gonna be cherry pie to me though”
God, was he annoying you
“Alright, see you around, cherry pie. Need to go back to the room.”
He stood up and ruffled your hair while chuckling
And he ruffled it pretty bad to a point where your hair’s frizz were all over the place
“I hate him”
So for the rest of the week, you focused more on studying since it was almost midterms
And you wanted to pass at least midterms to get a scholarship
You really wanted one because the tuition fee was getting much more expensive
And you wanted to help your parents out on the expenses
But there were just times you saw Juyeon and couldn’t help but get annoyed
Pranking you out of nowhere at times
Like one time, putting a fake cockroach on your table while you were out during breaks
Calling you cherry pie whenever he sees you and even yells when he’s all the way from across the hall
Like he just wants to embarrass you just like how he used to back then
And it annoyed you to the bone
Plus, everything just went by fast in one week so it made you even more exasperated
Saturday, beach day, your brother decided to drive you to the beach where the party was gonna be held
Along with your friends too since you thought it would’ve been nice for them to hitch a ride
You all prepared the whole morning to look pretty good since the party was gonna be from 3pm onwards
Just celebrating, chilling, meeting new people and all
And it was nice that most of the people who were going were from your year level
Then again, you really wanted to avoid Juyeon
When you all arrived, your brother walked you towards the beach to help find your other classmates
They were by a kiosk where everyone prepared for some barbecue for dinner
As you walked towards the kiosk your foot almost got stuck in the sand
And you grabbed your brother’s arm and he helped pull you out of the sand in one move
You ended up grabbing on your brother’s arm for the while until you both got to the kiosk
Where some of your classmates greeted you
But then, you didn’t expect one person to walk towards you
Eyes fixed to your hands holding on to your brother’s arm
He didn’t want to think much, but he just played it off with a smile as he walked over
“Ah, cherry pie has arrived.”
“Can you stop calling me that?”
You sighed a bit and your brother just chuckled as he looked at Juyeon
“You must be Juyeon. I’m Joonyoung, but call me Jacob.”
“Jacob. Nice to meet you. Senior?”
“Yeap. We played against each other one time on basketball.”
You suddenly felt a weird aura in between your brother and Juyeon
As you let go of your brother’s arm, a friend of Juyeon called from afar
“Hey, Juyeon! Help us out with the barbecue over here!”
He just turned to his friend and gave a nod before looking back at both you and your brother
“See you around.”
He said and turned to walk to the others by the grills
You chuckled a bit because you knew that Juyeon felt intimidated by your brother
All because your brother is also the captain of the basketball team within the seniors
“Hey, I need to go back home. I’ll pick you up later, just text me.”
Your brother ruffled your hair as he walked back to the parking
But Juyeon witnessed all of this as he walked away and kept looking at you
Somehow he never felt this way before over someone
He felt jealous for some reason and he didn’t know why
So during the beach party, you were able to meet and mingle with some classmates
Getting to know a lot of them as the sun started to set and you all really had fun
As the night starts to fall your other classmates start a bonfire nearby and everyone gathers
Just chilling, talking, not really much to do too
You realized Juyeon was with his friends just right across from you
But you couldn’t see well because the bonfire was in the way
You decided to stand up and go to walk by the shore
Juyeon saw you and just looked at you walk away
He was wondering why you suddenly left so he slowly stood up and went by the grill to get something and then walked off to follow you to the shore
As you walked by the shore, you looked around and felt cold
You forgot your shawl because you sat on it by the bonfire
So you just sucked it up and kept rubbing your arms to warm yourself up
Juyeon noticed you go cold and couldn’t help but feel bad
But he didn’t want to annoy you since he finally felt like he was teasing you too much
And you’re both in high school already, which meant you both needed to be mature
Well, he needed to be mature
He held on a small, brown paper bag while following you just a few meters away
You suddenly felt too chilly and coughed a bit
And once Juyeon heard you he immediately just walked over to you and slowly took off his plaid shirt
You turned to see who was nearby and saw Juyeon shove the small paper bag to your hands
And then wrapped you with his shirt
You widened your eyes in surprise as to why he did so and just looked at him
He sighed a bit, looking at you and then slowly smiling
“You didn’t really have to put the shirt on me… nor follow me.”
“I kind of felt like I wanted to.”
The silence right after was quite awkward
You could only hear the waves crash to the shore while looking at it
And Juyeon just kept looking at you while smiling
“You know, I don’t understand why you still call me ‘cherry pie’ when it was way back in preschool. I’ve moved on from your teases and you just suddenly come back out of nowhere and do it all over again. It kind of saddens me a bit too because I thought you got over it.”
Juyeon looked at you, all stern
And realized maybe his taunts and teases did hurt you
He wanted to confess something but he was afraid
But he knew he couldn’t get another chance and just finally admitted as he took a deep breath
“Okay. I keep calling you cherry pie because… I didn’t want you to forget me. So I kept teasing you over and over up to middle school. I just… had a little crush on you and wanted to talk to you whenever I got the chance. And I never realized that until we both moved to different high schools, so I just tried to move on. I didn’t know you attended the school we’re in now, so once I saw you my feelings started to grow back and I couldn’t help but want to befriend you again but I ended up teasing you yet again.”
He pursed his lips a bit and turned his head to the sea, and you looked at him and felt really bad for some reason
Because in your mind, maybe he wasn’t such a bad kid after all
You overlooked his friendliness and slight shyness because of the way he treated you
And he suddenly confessed to you too, making you actually feel he was being honest
Judging by the way he was acting, it took him a lot of courage to do so
“We’re in high school now so I wanted to start over again. I mean, be friends with you properly. But I really couldn’t help but call you ‘cherry pie’ whenever I see you. And… yeah, like I said, I kind of had a crush on you. Maybe I still do, but I don’t know.”
“And yeah, that Joonyoung guy… Jacob, I don’t know. I know you’re with him but-“
“Jacob?”
“Y-yeah, him. I mean I know you’re in love and-“
“Juyeon”
“No, please just don’t say you’re sad for me it’s just-“
“Juyeon he’s my brother.”
Juyeon’s face got all perplexed as he looked at you
“B-brother?”
“Yes, he’s my brother. What else did you have in mind?”
“That… he’s your boyfriend….?”
“NO OH MY GOD”
You laughed so hard and his face couldn’t hide his embarrassment and shock at the same time
So you just pat his shoulder and nodded
“I’m… really embarrassed….”
“You should be.”
He snickered awkwardly before looking at you with a smile, trying to compose himself yet again
“Oh, right. The paper bag, here.”
You handed the small paper bag to him
“No, open it.”
“Huh?”
“Just open it.”
You looked at him with furrowed brows but just complied, grabbing the small box inside as you widened your eyes to see a slice of pie
“What?”
“I’m neighbors with Mrs. Kim now and she welcomed me and my family to our new home by sending over some cherry pie. I remembered you were coming to the beach party, so I took a slice and decided to give it to you. I knew it was your favorite, hence, your nickname’s’ cherry pie’.”
You couldn’t hold in your laughter and just looked at Juyeon while grinning
“For once, I appreciate you calling me ‘cherry pie’ while actually giving me a slice of cherry pie. Thank you.”
Juyeon smiled a bit before speaking
“But, after all of this… I wanted to ask you something.”
You felt your heart rate go up while looking back at him, all dazed
“W-what is it?”
He scratched the back of his head a bit out of shyness, feeling the heat on his cheeks flare up
“I know this is really sudden, but because I did hold on to my liking towards you for a long time and contemplated on confessing to you if I ever got the chance…”
“So… yeah… this is gonna be quite a cringe but…”
“Will you… be my cherry pie?”
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Post #5 The Storm
Nov 13th 2019
So this summer with the beautiful weather we go we also had two days of a storm. But this storm wasn’t ur typical storm it was a tornado. And it formed right on top of my area. So it was a regular Friday at 4 o clock everything was going pretty well we knew it was gonna rain so my dad at started to barbecue our dinner early just in case. I was sitting outside and watching my cat cause she can’t go far cause she’s declawed and we don’t want another cat you know killing her. My step mom gets home around 4:30 she says hey goes inside for a second to put her stuff away comes out and helps my dad with the cooking. I’m watching the cat chase bugs around the yard which is the funniest thing I’ve seen ever. But me and my dad look up around 5 o’clock and see it the clouds are turning and we hear thunder from the water. And as soon as we see the clouds turning in that certain way we both said oh shit and finished what we where doing. I brought the cat inside and he brought the food inside and covered the grill and we just stayed in and waited for the storm to pass. We both had no clue that tornado forming would hit us.
So as my parents where prepping other stuff for cooking my girlfriend FaceTimed me and me and her called for a good 30 minutes I went downstairs and me her and my parents are all taking. And I asked hey is their a storm coming for u and she went ya it should be hitting in an hour. I told her theirs a tornado forming but it’s definitely heading farther out. And as soon as I said that the wind picked up. The tornado me and my dad saw went out towards howick and actually hit my friend Tyler. But I had no clue their was a tornado that had formed over the water and ten minutes later half way through mine and her convo she froze. Which was odd cause I have really good internet and so does she then FaceTime call failed. And my lights went out and everything stopped and it seemed like that for everyone. So we went whatever it’ll be back and ate our food then after we ate we got bored so we decided we should go for a drive and see who else’s power is out. Now it’s been raining like hell for 2 hours now and we thought nothing off it. Little did we know driving into the town that it was flooded their where people outside their houses completely flooded out. Ambulances and fire trucks everywhere whole streets and neibourhoods flooded and looked like a hurricane hit. As later decided to drive the opposite way down our road and not even a five minute walk from my house their it was a massive tree had taken out power lines and the road was blocked by and well then we knew we are fucked if that isn’t fixed.
Now you might be thinking how are u fucked it’s just the power is out. But not for us for us when the power is out that also means we have no water no toilets and worst of all no sub pump. Now us and all of our neibours are all prone to flooding cause the water from the storm that went into the ground around our house can’t get pumped out and we are to put it mildly are completely fucked. So we went around through a side neibourhood to get around the tree and their where people who’s houses had trees fall on them and destroy parts of them. We drove all the way down and we saw nothing no power for anyone . So we went back home to be on flood check we checked our crawl space with our sub pump and their was a bit of water in it which is definitely not good but we couldn’t do anything so we left it. 7:30 comes around we are sitting in our living room talking with the candles on the thunder and lighting and storm still hitting us. Then we see our neibour knock on the door we answer and he simply says hey do u have a generator I can borrow mine just fucking exploded in my face. And my dad went no I’m sorry we don’t even have a generator where screwed to. And my neibour stayed well I’m gonna go to canac to buy one but thanks anyway so me and my dad had an idea tommrow morning we wake up at 5 am to get a generator and get that water out. We went to bed at 8:30 that night due to the boredom. During the night I had to go to the washroom so I went outside to the stream that runs through my back yard and the stream was ten times higher then that morning and the water was rushing extremely fast. And I thought if this doesn’t get fixed soon where all screwed. After that I walked down to the tree and their where finally city officials their so what I thought was hey Maybe they’ll get this tree away and it’ll be fixed by morning so I walked back and slept.
The next morning I woke up at 5 am. My dad was still sleeping which was ok so I walked down to the tree and their it was not touched and no police city or even hydro Quebec and I just remember just saying dammit and walked back my dad got up my stepmom went to work me and my dad not showered and sweaty cause of no air conditioning went to canac a ten minute drive of seeing flooded houses and neibourhoods and we made it. We saw a hydro truck at a breakfast place so we thought hey maybe that’s them. We went into canac and we asked this young guy so we would like this generator please the cheapest one for 500$ and he went sorry where sold out of that one. So my dad says ok then I’ll take this one 800$ he says again ya where sold out to. Then my dad pointed at the 1200$ dollar one and said this one? And he just says we are out of everything we sold them all yesterday. Me and my dad both said fuck and went to chatauguay to Canadian tire. And their where generators but none that would power the house and overpriced. So then we said to hell with it and drove all the way to st Hubert and hour away to the next canac just for one of those generators and we got the 500$ one. And went home as fast as we could when we got their we unboxed it and checked the water in the crawl space. If we didn’t buy this generator we wouldn’t have had a house cause the water was extremely close to flooding us my dad crawled into the water and plugged in the generator and with the help of our neibour. Mr exploding generator man and his dog we got it set up. I started it and we only connected the fridge for our food and the sub pump and instantly the sub pump went on for an hour. After that me and my dad went to my abwelas(grandma in Spanish) and ate and showered and got changed. On our way back we finally saw them hydro Quebec and they where cutting the tree. Me and my dad got gas and filled the generator and started it back up.
A few hours pass of getting to know our neibours cause we had only moved in a few months ago and we got to know and meet all of them and I made a joke to them saying hey you knows what’s funny about this as soon as this power comes back on I guarantee none of us will ever talk again cause where gonna be inside. Hey at least I made them laugh. We asked the hydro guy when do they think they’ll be done and th way said by 5:30 pm and it was 2 pm so not bad a few hours pass and the tree was gone and the line was up they where just cooking it. We where talking to one of the hydro workers and he said they reason their so late is cause everyone was busy in this area so they called us in from Quebec City so we have been driving all day and night And he seemed exhausted. It’s 5:29 and me my dad and mr expoding generator man our watching them work then we see the hydro guys finish it up and call the city to turn the power back on and it took a few minutes but when they did the lines exploded which he explained is normal but everything seemed fine then he checked our power and everything snapped right back on all of our neibours lights where on cause the power had gone out at 6. And all of our neibours where celebrating and we disconnected our generator and went inside to fix everything me and my dad went to my stepmoms parents to meet her and we talked with them for an hour then we ate at an Italian restaurant and went home and showered I had never passed out harder that night of just exhaustion of working with my dad driving everywhere that day. And looking back at it I take it as a great bonding moment with my dad. And I moment of noticing u don’t need to have a good time without electricity and tv and video games and internet just being around with family is fun. And my final thought I don’t know how the fuck my abwelo(Spanish for grandfather) lived in a shack in the desert for a big part of his goddamm life I never wanna do that shit again I’ll give up my internet and light and tv and video games no problem but don’t fuck with my air conditioning.............. your still here? It’s over go home. Go....... chica chicaaaa.
P.s sorry was late on it had a bit of a family emergency that involved my stepmom my dads car and a wall. She’s ok not hurt at all but I can’t say the same for my dads car anyway sorry about being late will try to be on top of it next time.
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Kitchen Nightmaresa– Los Toros Mexican Restaurant Update
On tonight's Installment of Kitchen Nightmares , Gordon Ramsay Will Be Currently in LosAngeles, California to Attempt to Rescue Los Toros Mexican Cafe. Los Toros Mexican cafe is in existence for many years in San Fernando Valley and a owner who's confronting a great quantity of personal credit card financial debt and overworked is discovered by Gordon Ramsay. Gordon comprehends the cafe is currently carrying a toll on the well being of your owner.
Let us look at a few advice, critiques, and upgrades such as Los Toros Mexican cafe as 2 4 hrs to Hell and rear along with Gordon Ramsay left each the alterations towards the cafe (observe -- all of reviews have been post-makeover).
Favorable Critiques:
"The service and food really are all good. I enjoy ambiance and the decoration. That I need they'd a margarita menu although they produce a margarita. Even the tres leches cake is good . however, it can possibly be described as considered only just a touch larger. My two hints is to get your own cauliflower not to be quite as watery- that the consequences is simply overly narrow for the idea at which you can not receive any supper in your processor, then make it into a own mouth without even building a wreck. I might urge there will be an hostess to you and allow you to know the length of time the wait goes to become. "
"This really is amongst many most useful Mexican dining places available to really move! It truly is crucial try out! Even the margaritas are the finest in the city! Even the bartenders are really so inviting! I used to be stung with Steve, by that he left me the very optimal/optimally margarita I have ever needed!"
"Bomb foodstuff agency is excellent however be ready to wait around for above one hour Friday and Saturday evening! However, margaritas are all amazing and might urge!"
"Rico is on his own match. Do not state there has never been time that I've arrive at Rico and Los Toros have never approached me with a grin and ship heap of hints for drinks. Absolutely an extraordinary moment to maneuver and also have some (or longer ) when he is all close to."
Negative critiques:
"Exactly what a joke...have never been in certain time as a result of this being dreadful however my daughter claimed Gordon Ramsey altered up it.... .HA! Still stinks!!!! It shifted if whatever has been shifted! Awful!!!!!! Proceed everywhere!!!!! The reception acquired a facelift however what is the exact 2 thumbs-down"
"Thus dissatisfied within the total support. Went to get a Sunday evening meal and waited 45 minutes to the foods (celebration of 4), also if we obtained it all was chilly. Because it'd have taken still yet another thirty seconds we did not whine. We've never been in a while also it is likely to soon be before we reunite "
"That place is becoming really dreadful. It was a tasty dinner or lunch at a real milieu, also whilst it has an section of Mexican charisma, the foodstuff and beverage tastes as it originated from the can."
"This location appears to deficiency cleanup. Bad lighting potential out of discovering that the absence of tidiness to continue to keep patrons. The menu can be actually really just a little strange they've chosen to incorporate whole page increases making it hard to understand what is in the menu. The meals didn't appear to become clean of this barbecue. That the margarita made that the celebrities to the area. 'd we never arranged beverages this might have turned into a celebrity inspection. Hats off for conserving the 9, into your bartender. Conduite please near for a couple months and find that place.cleaned up"
"the spot looks somewhat cleaner compared to the previous time that I had been , however, also the caliber of foodstuff continues to be lousy. Till now is the time to 16, the servers will be impolite and cover you no more attention off. The beans are rubbery and very tender. The meals comes outside chilly. I will never come straight back although I've already now been here several of times to take to and offer them the opportunity again. "
"Shame for you Los Toros! Come guys... a Mexican family-owned cafe which functions this type of pitiful explanation for Mexican-food isn't simply black. This equates into simply benefit and greed from the behalf of the owner family. This really can be the sort of cafe which monies it's clients to become dumb users who presume that only since they function chips, dinner, lunch, and margaritas this is a valid Mexican cafe "
*testimonials out of Yelp
Additional Information and Backlinks:
The 2 4 Minutes to Hell and Rear Make-over occurred in ancient December 2018.
This is your Los Toros Mexican Cafe site along with Face-book webpage .
The face-book page generally appears to market a great deal of these beverage specials/margaritas.
Below would be the Yelp testimonials (3 out of 5 celebrities using 1300+ evaluations ), Tripadvisor testimonials (4 out of 5 celebrities 140+ evaluations ), along with also Google testimonials (4.2 from 5 celebrities together with 1200+ evaluations ) to get Los Toros Mexican cafe.
'' there are lots of latest 1-star testimonials on Yelp and Nicolas does answer a number of the critiques on most of three inspection websites.
Decision:
The testimonials for Los Toros Mexican Cafe because the 2 4 Hrs to Hell and Rear Make-over together with Gordon Ramsay are blended together with there really being a Fair Amount of reviews that are negative. Folks today appear to enjoy the margaritas and there certainly really are a great number of mentions of this restaurant. There are complaints concerning delay periods, the ceremony, food and atmosphere.SHARE
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Kitchen Nightmaresa– Los Toros Mexican Restaurant Update
On tonight's Installment of Kitchen Nightmares , Gordon Ramsay Will Be Currently in LosAngeles, California to Attempt to Rescue Los Toros Mexican Cafe. Los Toros Mexican cafe is in existence for many years in San Fernando Valley and a owner who's confronting a great quantity of personal credit card financial debt and overworked is discovered by Gordon Ramsay. Gordon comprehends the cafe is currently carrying a toll on the well being of your owner.
Let us look at a few advice, critiques, and upgrades such as Los Toros Mexican cafe as 2 4 hrs to Hell and rear along with Gordon Ramsay left each the alterations towards the cafe (observe -- all of reviews have been post-makeover).
Favorable Critiques:
"The service and food really are all good. I enjoy ambiance and the decoration. That I need they'd a margarita menu although they produce a margarita. Even the tres leches cake is good . however, it can possibly be described as considered only just a touch larger. My two hints is to get your own cauliflower not to be quite as watery- that the consequences is simply overly narrow for the idea at which you can not receive any supper in your processor, then make it into a own mouth without even building a wreck. I might urge there will be an hostess to you and allow you to know the length of time the wait goes to become. "
"This really is amongst many most useful Mexican dining places available to really move! It truly is crucial try out! Even the margaritas are the finest in the city! Even the bartenders are really so inviting! I used to be stung with Steve, by that he left me the very optimal/optimally margarita I have ever needed!"
"Bomb foodstuff agency is excellent however be ready to wait around for above one hour Friday and Saturday evening! However, margaritas are all amazing and might urge!"
"Rico is on his own match. Do not state there has never been time that I've arrive at Rico and Los Toros have never approached me with a grin and ship heap of hints for drinks. Absolutely an extraordinary moment to maneuver and also have some (or longer ) when he is all close to."
Negative critiques:
"Exactly what a joke...have never been in certain time as a result of this being dreadful however my daughter claimed Gordon Ramsey altered up it.... .HA! Still stinks!!!! It shifted if whatever has been shifted! Awful!!!!!! Proceed everywhere!!!!! The reception acquired a facelift however what is the exact 2 thumbs-down"
"Thus dissatisfied within the total support. Went to get a Sunday evening meal and waited 45 minutes to the foods (celebration of 4), also if we obtained it all was chilly. Because it'd have taken still yet another thirty seconds we did not whine. We've never been in a while also it is likely to soon be before we reunite "
"That place is becoming really dreadful. It was a tasty dinner or lunch at a real milieu, also whilst it has an section of Mexican charisma, the foodstuff and beverage tastes as it originated from the can."
"This location appears to deficiency cleanup. Bad lighting potential out of discovering that the absence of tidiness to continue to keep patrons. The menu can be actually really just a little strange they've chosen to incorporate whole page increases making it hard to understand what is in the menu. The meals didn't appear to become clean of this barbecue. That the margarita made that the celebrities to the area. 'd we never arranged beverages this might have turned into a celebrity inspection. Hats off for conserving the 9, into your bartender. Conduite please near for a couple months and find that place.cleaned up"
"the spot looks somewhat cleaner compared to the previous time that I had been , however, also the caliber of foodstuff continues to be lousy. Till now is the time to 16, the servers will be impolite and cover you no more attention off. The beans are rubbery and very tender. The meals comes outside chilly. I will never come straight back although I've already now been here several of times to take to and offer them the opportunity again. "
"Shame for you Los Toros! Come guys... a Mexican family-owned cafe which functions this type of pitiful explanation for Mexican-food isn't simply black. This equates into simply benefit and greed from the behalf of the owner family. This really can be the sort of cafe which monies it's clients to become dumb users who presume that only since they function chips, dinner, lunch, and margaritas this is a valid Mexican cafe "
*testimonials out of Yelp
Additional Information and Backlinks:
The 2 4 Minutes to Hell and Rear Make-over occurred in ancient December 2018.
This is your Los Toros Mexican Cafe site along with Face-book webpage .
The face-book page generally appears to market a great deal of these beverage specials/margaritas.
Below would be the Yelp testimonials (3 out of 5 celebrities using 1300+ evaluations ), Tripadvisor testimonials (4 out of 5 celebrities 140+ evaluations ), along with also Google testimonials (4.2 from 5 celebrities together with 1200+ evaluations ) to get Los Toros Mexican cafe.
'' there are lots of latest 1-star testimonials on Yelp and Nicolas does answer a number of the critiques on most of three inspection websites.
Decision:
The testimonials for Los Toros Mexican Cafe because the 2 4 Hrs to Hell and Rear Make-over together with Gordon Ramsay are blended together with there really being a Fair Amount of reviews that are negative. Folks today appear to enjoy the margaritas and there certainly really are a great number of mentions of this restaurant. There are complaints concerning delay periods, the ceremony, food and atmosphere.
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Kitchen Nightmaresa– Los Toros Mexican Restaurant Update
On tonight's Installment of Kitchen Nightmares , Gordon Ramsay Will Be Currently in LosAngeles, California to Attempt to Rescue Los Toros Mexican Cafe. Los Toros Mexican cafe is in existence for many years in San Fernando Valley and a owner who's confronting a great quantity of personal credit card financial debt and overworked is discovered by Gordon Ramsay. Gordon comprehends the cafe is currently carrying a toll on the well being of your owner.
Let us look at a few advice, critiques, and upgrades such as Los Toros Mexican cafe as 2 4 hrs to Hell and rear along with Gordon Ramsay left each the alterations towards the cafe (observe -- all of reviews have been post-makeover).
Favorable Critiques:
"The service and food really are all good. I enjoy ambiance and the decoration. That I need they'd a margarita menu although they produce a margarita. Even the tres leches cake is good . however, it can possibly be described as considered only just a touch larger. My two hints is to get your own cauliflower not to be quite as watery- that the consequences is simply overly narrow for the idea at which you can not receive any supper in your processor, then make it into a own mouth without even building a wreck. I might urge there will be an hostess to you and allow you to know the length of time the wait goes to become. "
"This really is amongst many most useful Mexican dining places available to really move! It truly is crucial try out! Even the margaritas are the finest in the city! Even the bartenders are really so inviting! I used to be stung with Steve, by that he left me the very optimal/optimally margarita I have ever needed!"
"Bomb foodstuff agency is excellent however be ready to wait around for above one hour Friday and Saturday evening! However, margaritas are all amazing and might urge!"
"Rico is on his own match. Do not state there has never been time that I've arrive at Rico and Los Toros have never approached me with a grin and ship heap of hints for drinks. Absolutely an extraordinary moment to maneuver and also have some (or longer ) when he is all close to."
Negative critiques:
"Exactly what a joke...have never been in certain time as a result of this being dreadful however my daughter claimed Gordon Ramsey altered up it.... .HA! Still stinks!!!! It shifted if whatever has been shifted! Awful!!!!!! Proceed everywhere!!!!! The reception acquired a facelift however what is the exact 2 thumbs-down"
"Thus dissatisfied within the total support. Went to get a Sunday evening meal and waited 45 minutes to the foods (celebration of 4), also if we obtained it all was chilly. Because it'd have taken still yet another thirty seconds we did not whine. We've never been in a while also it is likely to soon be before we reunite "
"That place is becoming really dreadful. It was a tasty dinner or lunch at a real milieu, also whilst it has an section of Mexican charisma, the foodstuff and beverage tastes as it originated from the can."
"This location appears to deficiency cleanup. Bad lighting potential out of discovering that the absence of tidiness to continue to keep patrons. The menu can be actually really just a little strange they've chosen to incorporate whole page increases making it hard to understand what is in the menu. The meals didn't appear to become clean of this barbecue. That the margarita made that the celebrities to the area. 'd we never arranged beverages this might have turned into a celebrity inspection. Hats off for conserving the 9, into your bartender. Conduite please near for a couple months and find that place.cleaned up"
"the spot looks somewhat cleaner compared to the previous time that I had been , however, also the caliber of foodstuff continues to be lousy. Till now is the time to 16, the servers will be impolite and cover you no more attention off. The beans are rubbery and very tender. The meals comes outside chilly. I will never come straight back although I've already now been here several of times to take to and offer them the opportunity again. "
"Shame for you Los Toros! Come guys... a Mexican family-owned cafe which functions this type of pitiful explanation for Mexican-food isn't simply black. This equates into simply benefit and greed from the behalf of the owner family. This really can be the sort of cafe which monies it's clients to become dumb users who presume that only since they function chips, dinner, lunch, and margaritas this is a valid Mexican cafe "
*testimonials out of Yelp
Additional Information and Backlinks:
The 2 4 Minutes to Hell and Rear Make-over occurred in ancient December 2018.
This is your Los Toros Mexican Cafe site along with Face-book webpage .
The face-book page generally appears to market a great deal of these beverage specials/margaritas.
Below would be the Yelp testimonials (3 out of 5 celebrities using 1300+ evaluations ), Tripadvisor testimonials (4 out of 5 celebrities 140+ evaluations ), along with also Google testimonials (4.2 from 5 celebrities together with 1200+ evaluations ) to get Los Toros Mexican cafe.
'' there are lots of latest 1-star testimonials on Yelp and Nicolas does answer a number of the critiques on most of three inspection websites.
Decision:
The testimonials for Los Toros Mexican Cafe because the 2 4 Hrs to Hell and Rear Make-over together with Gordon Ramsay are blended together with there really being a Fair Amount of reviews that are negative. Folks today appear to enjoy the margaritas and there certainly really are a great number of mentions of this restaurant. There are complaints concerning delay periods, the ceremony, food and atmosphere.
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