When Archie Andrews had too much on his mind, he liked to play his guitar.
It was his way of relieving stress and momentarily forgetting about all the things that were going on in his life right now. Geraldine. The gunshot he'd heard on July 4th. Being grounded by his dad. It was a lot to take in. But as he sat on the arm of one of the cosy student lounge sofas and bent over the body of his guitar, Archie felt his worries melt away into melodic acoustic tunes.
He strummed at the instrument strings gently whilst his fingers simultaneously travelled along the fret board, humming at the random tune he had just created. He had had a potential song lyric stuck in his head all day that he hadn't been able to get rid of – Paintings on her skin. He didn't know what or who it was about, but the musician felt another song brewing. There was nobody in the room; just him and his music.
A sudden cough yanked him out his creative process.
Archie's head shot up to see a cautious looking Josie McCoy, lead vocalist and guitarist of Josie and the Pussycats, standing a few feet away. He felt his mouth gape open as he grappled over what to say before settling for his signature lazy smile, his lips turning up slowly at the corners. It usually worked on every girl like a charm, however Josie was different. "Hey, Josie," he greeted her.
Read my glossed lips, Justin Gingerlake.
Holding up a stern finger at him, she took calculated and controlled steps toward him, closing some of the distance between them. "I love my girl Cheryl, so I am doing her this solid," Josie said to him assertively, but he wasn't listening. He was fixated on the movements of her lips.
"Read my glossed lips, Justin Gingerlake," Josie had told him on the first day of the semester when he'd first sought her out for help. She'd held out the same menacing finger as she spoke to him, it danced poetically in the air as it gestured up and down his frame.
Like an idiot he had taken her command literally. His eyes dipped, catching a glimpse of her full, plump lips, finding that they triggered a sudden insatiable need within him. But it only lasted for a split second before he controlled himself, awkwardly turning his whole head away and back to meet her rejecting russet brown orbs. He could feel his skin heating up, no doubt turning the same shade as his hair. Dude, he scolded himself, now is not the time to be checking out Josie.
Meanwhile, she was still speaking with the utmost conviction, completely oblivious to it all. "Not. Gonna. Happen." She articulated clearly, bringing up a hand and waving him good bye to really drive the message home.
Josie had paused in the middle of her speech, looking at him expectantly.
Shit! What had she just said? Archie had been so busy admiring the shimmer and shine of the tantalising pinkish hue of her lips that he hadn't even been paying attention to what she was saying. Meeting her eyes once more through his haze of hunger, he blinked heavily trying to compose himself.
The Pussycat sighed, then elaborated on her previous unheard words–she probably thought he was stupid or something. "The Pussycats are playing my mom's event, the Taste of Riverdale and we are rehearsing every night this week. Come…" She leaned forward slowly, holding up her finger to the soft smile of her mouth as though she expected him to interrupt her with the zeal of a child on Christmas morning. "…Observe. Learn."
Little did she know that Archie had fallen prey to his lustful thoughts once more. I wonder what those lip glossed lips taste like? A gratuitous voice in his head shamelessly wondered.
Her bottom lip was slightly thicker–juicier–than its counterpart, just like the perfect piece of fruit. Archie bet she tasted like strawberries or raspberries–no cherries. Either way, he just knew that the flesh of her mouth was sweet and satisfying in flavour.
She was half way across the student lounge and sauntering away from him when Archie finally released that he had been gawking at her silently for the duration of their one-sided conversation. Right! Rehearsals with the Pussycats every day this week. He made a mental note to thank Cheryl for arranging this.
Then he was hit with the sudden reminder that Dad had grounded him and he had a stupid curfew of 7:30pm. "This week I'm, uh…" Josie stopped and turned back round upon hearing him, and he fumbled over what to say as he was met with her cool gaze once more. "I'm grounded." He stated simply.
Delectable lips pursed, she tilted her head to the side and placed a hand on her hip, looking totally disinterested in his dilemma. And what exactly do you want me to do about that? Her expression screamed. Archie had the realisation that Josie McCoy wasn't fazed by him in the slightest.
She isn't gonna make this easy for me, is she? I'm gonna have to work hard or this. Well, challenge accepted. Sending her a grin, he nodded in understanding, ambiguously addressing both of the situations at hand. "Yeah, okay, not your problem. I'll make it work."
"Okay." She was well on her way again. He peered after her, watching the sway of her hips with a smirk.
"Thank you," he called out, wanting to see her, and those kissable lips one last time.
Josie spun around, backing toward the doorway. She nodded at him in response, letting her eyes dip down and then flick back up again, before turning her back on him and exiting the student lounge once and for all.
Quickly returning his attention to his guitar, Archie let out a triumphant chuckle. He needed to get to work and come up with some song ideas, Josie had given him a chance to work with her and the Pussycats.
He had to impress her.
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I've shipped these two since episode 1, lol I don't choose the ships, the ships choose me!
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