Hi! This is a little drabble about young Falice. I needed to post at least a little something about one of my favourite couple before 3x04 of Riverdale. I know all my headcanons will probably be crushed by this episode, but hey that doesn't mean I can't ignore it and write OS and drabbles about Falice. Please leave a review if you likes this story!

i. your eyes

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

While they were never really together, everyone knew how much Alice Smith and FP Jones loved each other. They were not the type to hold hand in public or demonstrate any affection in school.

Except from the way they looked at each other.

When Alice entered a room, anyone could see FP's eyes starting to glow. Every single time his eyes land on her, you could see all the love he had for her. She was his queen, his everything.

If anyone came too close from Alice or flirted with her, FP's eyes would become dark. He could have killed the poor guy that even tried to court her. Didn't they know she was his? But they weren't together, so he just found another dumb reason to fight those stupid guy.

When he showed up at the Wyrm or at school with bruised knuckles and bloodied jaw, Alice's eyes would always become wide in panic. Little did she know that all of those fight were for her heart. As she would help him with a bag of ice placed on his jaw, sitting on his lap, she couldn't help but think of how sexy it was.

The sex was always good. Sometimes slow and loving, sometimes hard and savage. But everytime, as Alice laid in FP's arms, she would look a him, dreaming of what a life with him could really be like.

But it was all just that, dreams.

Then came Hal, who suddenly started taking interest in Alice. He was everything FP was not. Rich, cool, from the northside. He wasn't mad at Alice for choosing Cooper over him. He could promise her a future that he couldn't. Every time he saw her with him, he gave her a sad look, wishing he could himself make her this happy.

When Alice told Mary she was pregnant, not telling her who the father was, Mary could tell easily that it was FP's from the sad look Alice throw his way all day.

The day she left for the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, Alice looked one last time his way, tears in her eyes. He didn't know she was leaving, throwing her a simple questioning look. She just shrug her shoulder, before leaving the room.

When she looked at her baby boy, all she could see was his father's eyes as she gave him away to the sister.

When she came back to school, after being absent for five months, something had changed. It took her a while to realize what it was. FP didn't look at her the same way. Where there once was love, lust and passion, now there was nothing. He had gotten over her.

Brokenhearted, she just smiled and faked it. Which would later become her speciality.