I posted this on my imagine book about a month ago, and I haven't had wifi for a while, so here it is now.
This imagine was requested by my IRL friend, Alex.
Her words:
"I dare you to write one of your... Thingies about that old guy [Skeet / FP]"
"He's not THAT old, Alex."
"47 isn't old?"
*Silence*
"Shh. Let me write."
Pretend that you and the gang are over 18
THIS IS FOR YOU ALEX!!!
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I sat next to Jughead, watching his every move. He sat on my bed in my room, running his hands through his hair and breathing heavily.
"Jughead."
He wouldn't look up.
"Jug!"
He finally looked up, his face full of anger, but at the same time, sadness.
"Thank you for telling me this. I can tell you've kept this bottled up for a while." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, slightly smiling.
"Thank you for listening."
I grabbed my (F/C) water bottle and tied my shoes. After opening the door, I began my evening run. It consisted of running around my block, water break, running into town, stopping at Riverdale High, water break, run to Sweetwater River, water break, and run home.
In 20 minutes, I was already halfway to Riverdale High. On the way there, I saw the remains of me and Jughead's childhood.
The Twilight Drive-In.
My mother would take me and Jug there to hang out and watch the movie that was being shown. Jughead was like the brother I never had. My mother had basically adopted him into our 2, now 3 person family. My mom never really asked why didn't his father take care of him, but it didn't matter; Jughead was part of our family now.
The deserted Drive-In brought back so many memories. From the Popcorn Incident, to our pact we created.
I began to look around the Drive-In. After turning a corner, I saw the movie room. I had remembered when Jughead and I would sneak in there and do random things in there.
I began to laugh. Not just by the memory, but of a certain something on the wall.
It read: Jughead Jones wuz here
And some of his signature crowns around it.
I was just about to run, when I heard some motorbikes and men laughing. I silently gasped and stayed where I was. I moved to a part where I wasn't seen by the men.
I was silent, listening to who these men were and what were their intentions with the Drive-In. They spoke for a while, either talking about the Drive-In or things I've never heard of before. They all somewhat spaced around this one guy who I presumed was the leader. He looked the leader type: Not too tall, big amber eyes, stubble around his chin and jaw, and confident in what he did.
Whatever he did.
After analyzing him, I was going to make a secret escape and try not to get caught by... Whoever they were. But something they said made me stop in my tracks.
"How's your son, FP?"
"Jughead? He's fine."
So THIS was who Jughead was talking about.
Flashback to the conversation
"Jughead, you know you can tell me anything, right?" I said, and sat next to him on my bed.
"I... Know.."
"Is it your family?"
"Yes." He whispered.
"Do you miss your mom and Jellybean?"
"No. Well, yes, but that's not what I'm angry about."
"Your... Dad?"
He was silent. I gave him one of my French fries that was in a bag from Pop's. Jughead smiled at me thoughtfully.
He began talking about his dad, how he isn't a good father, and who he actually is. While he was talking, I could tell he was breaking down with each sentence.
End of flashback
So THIS is FP. FP the unfit dad. FP the gang leader. FP the cute Serpent.
I gasped at my thoughts.
No.
I shouldn't.
I'm not going to like FP.
He's terrible to Jughead!
But...
Those cute big eyes...
And the stubble....
OH THE STUBBLE.
No!
I grunted.
"Hey! Who's there?" I heard FP say. I parted my lips and looked around for a quick escape.
I was going to run to the left, but I heard men in that direction. Going to the right would get me caught by FP. Turning around and running wouldn't get me anywhere because they're probably faster than me.
So I stayed where I was. I tried to be a little confident, but I heard a switchblade open, and my confidence immediately drained.
When FP came into view, my knees almost immediately buckled.
He looked so confident. It gave him a... Badass look to him.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Y-Y/N."
"What are you doing here?" His voice softened a little when he heard me speak.
"I-I was... Going out for a run and I saw this place. I had remembered when I would come here with Jughead-" I covered my mouth before I could say anything else.
"You know my son?" He hardened again.
"Yes." I tried to be confident, but this man in front of me made it VERY difficult.
"How is he?" Back to soft.
"He's... Okay. He.." I was about to say what Jughead told me the night Before, but stopped myself. "He's actually doing things.. Like, with our group of friends." I smiled, trying to hide the fact that I was slightly lying.
FP smiled with me as well. It became silent for a moment, until FP spoke.
"Do you need a ride? It's getting dark, and-"
"Sure!" I said, interrupting him. "I mean, yes. Thank you."
I felt a slight blush tint my face. I had a feeling that he could probably see it, even when it was slightly dark out.
He walked over to his motorcycle.
Shit, I forgot they rode bikes.
FP had got on and turned on the engine. He turned around and laughed a little. "What are you waiting for? Get on!" He yelled, trying to be heard from the loud engine.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, and walked over to the bike. After putting a leg over the bike and sitting down, I hesitantly put my arms around his waist. As soon as I did that, the bike roared to life and it sped down the street. I yelped a little and held onto his torso for dear life. He laughed loudly, and I could feel him shake with each laugh.
"Don't judge me." I muttered, slightly smiling.
"Oh, I'm not judging honey." He replied, still laughing.
Oh my gosh that laugh.
And "Honey".
TRIGGERED.
We began talking about random things, such as what he did with the Serpents and what I did sometimes. But it then became silent.
We drove in somewhat silence.
"(Y/N)?" FP's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"I guess you like holding onto me, but..." He smirked and gestured to my house.
"Oh!" I laughed, and unwrapped my arms from his waist. "I was just thinking."
FP got off of his bike and walked me over to the door.
"Thank you for driving me home." I said, smiling.
"Anytime."
It became silent.
"Well, I have to go..." I took out my house keys.
"Okay."
More silence. It was as if he didn't want me to leave. And I liked that. If only we could talk longer.
I unlocked the door.
"Bye FP." I said.
"Bye (N/N)." He smirked, using my childhood nickname I told him about. We laughed together.
"Sythe" I muttered, laughed, and closed the door. I heard a loud laugh, and some footsteps. His motorcycle engine roared to life and sped away into the night.
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