Kevin/Fangs & (past) Kevin/Moose- "A moves to a different country/ city/ area for a couple of years and one day they come back, and when B sees them they get happy again and go to talk to A only to be cut off by A's spouse: heartbroken B"
I had been hurt after Moose had ended our series of flings turned almost hidden relationship. Of course I had been, Moose was a big part of my self discovery. Then he had crushed my heart in two words: "we're over." No explanation, no nothing. Just two untouched milkshakes on a table and my heart beating too fast to say anything.
Luckily it was a week and a half before graduation and I went to Florida for college. I had always wanted to leave Riverdale but at that moment the last week and a half seemed like to much a of a wait.
Dad and Ms McCoy drove down with me to Florida and we talked about mind;ess memories the whole way there. When we got there it took a few trips from the car to my dorm to get all my stuff in. We spent the next few hours unpacking and decorating/setting up my side of the room. Then we went to dinner and finally we came back to my room. My dad and I hugged for the longest we have since I came out to him. We tried not to cry but in the end we shared a few tears. Ms McCoy hugged me too and told me to call if I needed anything.
I spent the next three days wandering around campus learning the layout and making some acquaintances. I walked into my dorm room around noon on my third day there and saw someone in the room. I only saw their side and from the amount of black they were wearing I jumped to the conclusion they were the black hood. I took a few steps in and cleared my throat.
"Uh hi there," I said, trying to keep my cool. Which was always hard for me but especially difficult in stressful situation.
The stranger turned to face me and I saw a face I vaguely recognized and I definitely recognized the jacket he was holding. A Southside Serpent one. "Keller. Got a lot of pictures from home, huh?" he said.
My heart jumped in my chest at his smooth voice and his recognition of the pictures. "Uh yeah. Sorry, didn't catch your name. What was is?"
He smirked and tossed the jacket onto his bed. "Didn't give it. Though I'm surprised Riverdale's resident friendly boy doesn't already know it."
I was frozen in place by his attitude. I was not Riverdale's resident friendly boy. I said nothing. I wasn't sure there was a good response to what he had said.
He looked at me and his dark eyebrow twitched. "I'm kidding, Keller. The name's Fangs."
I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything.
That was the start of a compatible roommate ship that slowly, very slowly transformed into a friendship. It took about three semesters before we were close friends. So close that I invited Fangs home for Thanksgiving. He accepted but then a crazy storm in Riverdale left us stranded in Florida so we drove to the beach and stayed in a motel that week. We came back to school sunburnt and with a slew of inside jokes that were the result of drunken shenanigans.
After that Fangs would drag me to party after party. Slowly, I started to enjoy the social scene. The plus side to this was that I also could convince Fangs to stay in and study sometimes which always resulted in a hour or three of studying and then laying on the floor with a bottle of scotch just talking and laughing.
One day, two weeks before our final finals (well at least in the two year degree) we must have had a study session that ended in too much scotch because Fangs and I woke up curled together in Fangs' bed. Naked.
It was awkwardly silent for about five days after that. Which was fine I guess, what did I expect. We slept together and we weren't together, definite recipe for awkwardness. It wasn't until five days later when Fangs came home with his tongue shoved down some preppy dude's throat. I felt sick so, I slammed my text book closed and left the room. I walked around the campus and the surrounding city until my feet felt like lead and I was barely awake. I dragged myself back to my dorm building and let myself into the room I shared with Fangs.
The preppy guy wasn't anywhere in sight and Fangs was sitting shirtless on his bed with his head in his hands. I almost felt bad for him. Scratch that I did. He looked up when he heard the door open.
"You're back. We need to talk," He said. His voice was hoarse and I wasn't sure I wanted to know why.
"About why you brought a guy home without any warning for me to get out?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
Fangs looked at me with a confused expression. "No. about how we had sex."
I wanted to point out that was what I had meant but then it hit me like a bullet to the stomach. (Wait, that was a bad analogy.) I had feelings for Fangs. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe, let alone speak. So I did the only thing I could think of I kissed him.
And that's how we became exclusive boyfriends. It got serious from then and we had a small wedding with a few Serpents and some of my childhood friends there. We had it in Florida, on a beach, as the sun was setting.
It was four years after we got married that we were returning to Riverdale for the first time since Fangs and I arrived at college. We were there for Archie and Veronica's wedding but we had come up a few days early to see everyone again.
I was standing outside of Pop's waiting for Fangs to grab our to go order. My hands where in my pockets the cold wind making my cheeks turn red. I saw someone walking up to me in the corner of my vision. My defenses popped up but before I realized it Moose was standing in front of me.
It felt weird seeing him. Standing there as if nothing had happened, with his hands hanging by his sides like an ape. He looked at me with such happiness in his eyes I didn't know how to tell him I was married. He opened his mouth to say something at the same time the bell above Pop's door rang. We both looked back to see Fangs walking out with a brown bag filled with rood tucked under his left arm.
I smiled. "Hey babe, ready to go?"
Fangs lit up and nodded. "Yeah, just trying not to drop this…"Fangs said, trying to shove his wallet into his pocket and hold the food. I walked to his side and took the food, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. My husband smiled at me when we pulled apart and as we walked to my truck I couldn't help but feel a little happy at the look of complete despair on Moose's face.