Riverdale Fanfiction Challenge. The Yearly 365 Challenge. Prompt #214 (First Line) – It's not every day you wake up in a puddle of blood.
It's not every day you wake up in a puddle of blood.
Hal slowly blinked his eyes as he moaned. His head felt like it was slammed with a sledge hammer. As his brain took in the site that was literally right underneath him he chocked up vomit.
"Told you that was going to happen." FP's rough voice spoke from behind the still vomiting Hal Cooper.
"Shut up FP. It's not every day you wake up in a puddle of blood." Fred glared at the lanky teen leaning against the wall with a joint in his mouth. He moved over to his best friend. Placing his hand on Hal's back.
"Speak for yourself." FP smirked.
Fred finally was able to move Hal off of small pool of pig blood and vomit. He made sure to keep Hal's back to the site as the other boy finally got a hold of his stomach once more. "Easy there Hal. Easy." He said in a soothing voice as he helped his best friend sit up with his head between his knees. "Just take deep calmly breathes."
"Told you that Hal wasn't the type of guy for this Andrews." FP took one last drag off the joint before pocketing the cockroach.
"You never said there was going to be blood in this trick of yours." Hal spoke up.
"Didn't need to." FP pushed off the wall. "Come on gents lets get out of here." He calmly walked towards the door of the basement. "I can't stand the smell."
"Are you ready to be moving?" Fred asked in a low voice.
Hal lifted his head. "Yeah Fred. I need fresh air."
Fred stood up and made sure Hal was standing. He didn't like the pale coming back to Hal's face. "Come on just in three minutes time we'll get out of here." He hopped Hal would make it before he got sick again.
"Let's go." Hal said as he started to walk forward. He kept his eyes straight at the open door. He knew that if he looked at the pig blood and his vomit then he would be spewing once more. He just needed fresh air to get his stomach back.
Alice rolled her eyes at the sight of the two teens walking from the warehouse basement. She frowned darkly at the sight of the vomit on Hal's shirt. "Couldn't you have found a way not to have vomit on your damn shirt Hal?" She snared at the clean cut peppy Hal Cooper.
Hal blushed.
"Shut up Alice." Fred glared into the angry eyes of sixteen year old teen rebel Alice Smith.
Alice stepped up chest to chest with Fred. Her right hand rose and hooked around the ginger haired teens neck. Her mouth moved a few inches from Fred's. "Make me." She husked against his lips.
Heat filled Fred's eyes. "You aren't my type."
She smirked. "Why Fred whom do you want to pretend that I am. Mary or Hermione?" Her fingers lightly tickled the back of Fred's neck hair.
Fred's hands rose and he gripped Alice's arms. He jerked her away from him. "Stay away from me Alice."
Alice shrugged as she pulled out a packet of cigarettes from her leather Serpents jacket. She pulled out a cigarette; and placed it between her lips. She pulled out her lighter as she replaced the packet back in her pocket. Lifting her hands to cover the flame from the breeze. Her eyes remained locked on Fred's eyes as she lit her cigarette. Lowering her hands once more. "Your loss." She moved over to stand in front of FP. She swung her arms around his neck and pulled herself tightly against him as her mouth met his.
FP wrapped his arms tightly around Alice and pulled her tightly against him. His tongue quickly slammed inside her hot mouth. He smirked as he felt her tongue try to fight his tongue for the right to lead the kiss. His tongue quickly over powered hers and he deepened the kiss as his tongue hit the back of her throat roughly.
Alice moaned.
Hal turned his hurt eyes to the side as the two Southside Serpents made out.
Alice hooked her left leg around FP's hip. Pressing her core tighter against his building burgle. FP finally pushed her away from him. "Don't worry baby I'll give you what you crave later on."
"Yeah you will." Alice breathed as she caught her breath.
"You were NOT up front with us." Fred's angry voice shot out.
FP turned back to the two peppy teens from the North side. "How were we not up front with you boys?" He asked in a mocked injured voice.
"You never once said anything about pigs blood." Fred waved his left hand back towards the warehouse basement door.
"Hey I never planned for the bucket to drop while we were still underneath it." FP sighed as he lit up another joint. "If Hal had successfully tied the knot properly then we would be long gone before the bucket tipped. Hello. The plan was too have the bucket tip over on Smith, and his gang when they came looking for our damn flag."
"Look as fun as this truly is. We need to find another place for our flag. Seeing how this is just destroyed." Alice sighed as she started walking away from the warehouse.
"I need to change." Hal spoke up.
"No time." FP replied as he started to follow Alice. He smirked at the thought of Hal Cooper stuck in his pig blood strained shirt with vomit down the front of it.
Fred looked at his best friend. "We don't have time to go to your house Hal. But don't worry I'll find a clean shirt for you."
Hal sighed as he nodded. "This wasn't what I was expecting." He walked beside Fred as they followed the two Southside Serpents.
"I'm sorry that I made a issue about us teaming up with them." Fred sighed as he matched Hal's pace. "I honesty thought that we could bond with this game of capture of the flag. But I was wrong." He frowned darkly at FP and Alice's backs.