Fred Andrews was tired.
He was tired of constantly hearing them giggling, breaking lamps (which is up to three now), "going at it", as he had heard people call it. But whatever you do call it, Fred was tired of it.
When it happened the first time, he knew he had heard them by mistake. He had told Archie that he was going to be at the office until 10pm, but when he came home early with Pop's takeout to surprise his son after a long week, he didn't know that he would actually be the one receiving the surprise, not Arch.
But then it started happening more and more regularly. The first time, he knew that the so-called "Varchie" didn't know that he, in fact, was home. But a couple times, almost a few, Fred himself would open the door for Archie, when Veronica was at the door, so it wasn't so much that they didn't know that he was home, but more likely they just didn't care.
But Fred cared. A lot, actually.
Don't get him wrong, Fred was thrilled that Archie was so happy and irrationally in love, a task that had been getting harder and harder for Fred himself. Fred was a little jealous of the tight-knit bond that the two of them shared. In a way, he didn't blame Archie or Veronica. After all, they are in high school, but just because you're in a relationship doesn't mean you have an exception to manners, and have to constantly be hooking up.
Fred also did the same thing when he was Arch's age, with Hermione a little, but he always doubled and triple-checked that no one else was home, or else it was just too weird. He would always be embarrassed if one of his relatives was remotely near-by to hear him and a girl in a room. He would always be terrified that they were going to get caught, and unlike other people, that didn't rattle his engines.
They weren't like most couples, that's for sure. Whenever he was able to get out quietly enough, he would tell Alice and Fp, and neither of them had heard Betty and Jughead together (Although Fred had the slightest feeling that they were "getting it on" too, stop he didn't think they would say anything either way, but he wasn't too sure).
At least they knew how to behave.
These days, all teenagers cared about was having sex. There aren't any heart-to-heart conversations , and the feeling of joy when when you see that special someone after a long time, and missing them for so long. Or at least keeping the spark by waiting until that monumental moment came where everything was perfect, and when it was finished, you would part ways, come back after a day or so, and just talk like nothing had changed. But you both knew that, they had changed for the better.
But now only Archie and Veronica knew.
And Fred.
And Betty and Jughead.
But it still didn't stop them. At least they were in love. Maybe they were endgame
Fred sure hoped. But there was one thing he knew above all other things:
Fred Andrews was tired.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my short story! As a fan of Riverdale, I like Varchie, but I was so tired of all the sex scenes they had, and wanted to write something that expressed my angst. And then I remembered Fred was always usually at the house...
Anyways, please comment what you think about the story, and/or any stories you would like to see done! -G
