Disclaimer: I, Fiction 101, do not own the TV series Twisted or the characters within it. I also claim no ownership rights to the Instant Star song 2 A.M.

A/N: I think Archie genuinely cared for Lacey and this is my take on how he felt after watching the infamous Dacey video.

Summary: In which Archie receives early morning text messages.

2 A.M.

If I said I was truly over you

My heart would say amen

But I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 A.M.

My phone vibrates and I don't have to look at it to know who it is. It's strange that so much has changed yet still remains the same. It's 2 A.M, our hour, and like clockwork you reach out to me.

Do you hate me, Arch?

Am I pissed? Of course. Am I hurt? Hell yeah. Am I embarrassed? No shit. And if I'm being honest it would be easy to hate you, Lacey. To regret every moment that I spent getting to know you. Learning to like you. Falling for you. What I'm doing is much harder. It's harder caring about you, in spite of the pain, the anger and the sting of rejection. It's harder to lie awake wanting the hour when you were mine and I was yours. It's hard waiting for 2 A.M. because after you ended things my days grew shorter. My world lost an hour. For me there is no 2 A.M.

I hate what you did. I hate that it was with him. But no, I don't hate you, I could never hate you.

Instantly, my phone vibrates again.

Can you forgive me?

In a perfect world there would be nothing to forgive. We'd still be going strong as Archie and Lacey. Unfortunately, the world isn't a perfect place. People mess up, I can attest to that. I skew up all the time. But not like this, not the way you did, Lacey. My mistakes don't cause this much heartache and shame. Just the thought of you with someone who isn't me, someone like him, someone who's killed... Was it really that bad being with me? Were we really not working out? Or was it just him; his presence that you couldn't resist? Couldn't overlook? Couldn't stay away from?

Not today, Lacey. I can't forgive you today.

This time it's nearly twenty minutes before I receive another message.

I'm sorry.

I look at the two words scrawled across my screen and hesitate before finally deciding to shut off my phone. I know you're sorry, but since there is no longer a 2 A.M, I simply don't have time to care.

If I admit that I can't get used to this

Will my heart break again?

As I fall,

Into the waiting arms of 2 A.M.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, I hope you enjoyed this short peek inside of Archie's mind.

If you've read any of my other "Twisted" stories please let me know which one you would like for me to update first in 2014. Happy Holidays!