Chapter 4- Sobriety Takes All Everything You Got

Saturday at Five Sharp, Fp rolls up to Thistlehouse on his black motorcycle and sighs as he looks over at the tall building in front of him. He finally works his courage to knock on the massive door and waits until someone answers.

"Welcome to my humble home, Mr Jones" Cheryl greets as she ushers him into the house and closes the door behind them.

Fp sighs and walks into the gigantic portrait of The Blossom twins. He faintly looked around the abnormally large and narrow hallway. He never was in a rich person's home. Even the Andrews house wasn't as expensive as Cheryl's mansion. He felt like he was overstepping as he glanced over and up the walls. It was rather odd for someone rich to be nice and welcoming to trailer trash into their comfy house. He would never comply to their outrageous expenses. For crying out loud, he worked in a diner. He couldn't afford pop's or even the clothes on his back. He could only get Pop's with his employee discount. Which he cherished with his life.

Cheryl could see his amazement and fights her comment that was ready to leave her tongue. She knows that his life isn't like hers. He didn't grow up with all the money. She didn't grow up poor or loved. She opens her mouth slowly and clicks her teeth. "I know it's a lot." He nods his head and looks forward.

"It sticks out with like a sore thumb." He added as he sits down on her expensive loveseat. His fingers soothe over the leather and instantly looks like he has his leather serpent jacket. It got damaged in the fire but his son was getting repaired. Oh that was until he fucked everything up.

They bring to talk about his life and then it switches to his drinking. "So, you started drinking after or before your wife left. Oh sorry I meant before you fell for Alice." His eyes widened in shock.

"What are you talking about? I didn't fall for Alice." Cheryl rolled her eyes and scoffs. "You just said her name and I saw the look on your face when Betty told you. And who rushes into a fire for a stranger." He looks over at her and he sighs. "Normal people, Cheryl. But I had to. I was actually there to check on her." She quirks her lips and rolls her eyes. "Sure..."

"I did. I'm telling the truth. Anyways, I need to see her to—" He was caught off by Cheryl's voice.

"To tell her you love her. Come on. I'm not blind. Not like Hobo and bride of Hobo." He looks at her with cold eyes. She puts her hands up in defense. "Okay, okay! Jughead and Betty. Are you happy now?" She backtracks with a slight attitude. He smirks and she groans.

"Yes I'm happy now. And no I wasn't." He denied again as he looks around the room, avoiding Cheryl's eyes.

Cheryl gets tired and drops the subject. But she knows that he's in love with Alice. He's just in denial. And was in hard core. Her focus was his drinking and her next one was getting Alice and Fp to realize their feelings for each other. She's frustrated by the predictment and wants to figure away to set them up. And then she gets a plan.

The first session goes well and now it's time for Fp to head back to his crummy trailer. Alice would call it a tin can. He wouldn't disagree with her. It did look like a metal tin can.

After Alice left the diner. She went home until 9 P.M. She hopped into her car and drove all the way to the Southside. She remembered how she grew up on the southside. It had been so weird for past couple weeks. This Fp Guy was constantly on her nerves and she could barely stand him. Though he was very hot and damn looked amazing. She turned her head and couldn't believe who she saw.

"You got to be kidding me?! Stalking me now?!" She snapped as she saw his grin. Fp couldn't wipe his grin off his face. She actually thought he was stalking her.

He slid into a random bar stool and smiled." No actually I wasn't stalking you. I go to this bar, you know." Alice rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Yeah right... Like I told you what happened isn't going to happen again. So give up and leave." Fp rolled his eyes and scooted closer to her.

"I would if you would come with me..." She couldn't believe this man. She told him she wasn't interested and there was harassing her.

She held up her hand, started to get off her stool and glared. "I'm going to leave and talk with that guy over there. Now bye bye." She hissed as she walked over to the other side of the bar.

Fp felt his grin fall from his face. He turned to look where she was heading and fought the anger, jealously and sadness that was flowing through his body. He fought urge to drink. Cheryl Blossom's words replaying in his head as he stared at Alice. She was talking, laughing and darn right flirting with the guy. He clenched his fists tightly and felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to see the last person he expected to see. "I knew I would find you here." He hadn't seen him in sometime. It was almost strange.

"Fred. It's been awhile..." He said awkwardly as he stared at his old friend.

"Yeah It has been. Jug and Betty are safe the way." Fred blurted out of nowhere and Fp actually felt worse than he had been before. "Also I know you miss Alice. You wish she could remember you. And you feel guilty you didn't notice." Why did Fred have to be right? He knew him too well. They were like Jughead and Archie. Used to be best friends and then Fred gave up on him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Fred almost rolled his eyes but he didn't. He knew how stubborn Fp could be and he kept pressing. "Come on, you look just as jealous as you were when she walked in with Hal on Homecoming night." He added as he saw Fp look down.

He couldn't believe that Fred could read him so well. "Whatever." He muttered as he took a shot into his mouth and swallowed the ammo to his drugs. Fred eyed him with disappointment and left the bar.

Then Fp realized what he done and cursed loudly. His furry only got worse when he saw Alice making out with the random stranger in the ally. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Of course she wasn't going to remember him. He returned to the bar and slammed down more shot that he ever had.

Jughead was sitting on the couch in Archie's room playing video games, When Betty knocked on the door. Him and Archie paused their game and looked over at Betty. Her eyes were red and filled with fire.

"Jug, Mr Andrews told me he saw your father at the Wyrm. He was drinking." Jughead almost wanted to punch the TV. He gently dropped his control and looked over at Archie. Archie could see the pain and anger in his eyes. He knew that Jughead was on his final straw. He wondered if Mr Jones and Jughead could ever make up. He hated seeing his best friend like this.

As Alice stood there talking to the guy, laughing and smiling. She felt so confident. Nothing was going to mess that up. She shot down more tequila shots. She was slurring her words and stumbling all over the bar. She grabbed onto the man and smashed her lips onto his. Fumes of Tequila and whiskey linger together as they take the back exit. Fp clenched his jaw and downs more shots to forget the horrible feeling in his stomach, heart and head. He was fighting the hurt in his heart. He couldn't believe she was openly making out with him.

He started walking back to exit. He heard moans and contorted his face. He just kept walking through the back hallway. He then heard cries and he picked up his pace. He threw the door open, finding Alice yelling and the guy's evil smug grin on his face. It only triggered Fp's face to turn bright red and throw the guy off of her.

"She said no! That meant no!" His voice was dangerously low and his teeth were showing through his tight unfriendly smile.

The guy's grin dropped from his face and Fp loosened his grip on the guy's neck and he ran off. Alice was shocked by how quick her one night stand saved her. She hugged him tightly and took him over to bar. Fp was surprised but didn't turn down the offer. He took her hand into his and she smiled. After many shots and more shots. Things were starting to heat up. Both Fp and Alice were too drunk to think yet again.

Fp had an idea, Alice grinned and they left the bar. It was probably the worst and best idea all in one. Fp was too drunk to make his own decisions. He knew he would regret it yet again but he wasn't thinking. It takes two to tango.

He grabbed his keys and jingles them into the lock. She giggles when the keys get stuck and finally stumbles over to help him unlock his own door. He groans and she giggles again when they finally get the door open again. He pins her to the back of the door that was now closed. She tugs off his jacket and straddles her legs around his waist. He backs them into his bedroom, chucking his shirt in the middle of his living room. Not having a care in the world. Yes he knew he would regret this in the morning but he didn't care. His mind was wrapped up in something else way more in important.

Rain pelted down on his tinned roof and they continue their drunken shenanigans. She unbuckles his buckle and he throws her down on the bed. Not wasting anytime fidgeting with buttons. He snakes his hands down her hips and tears off her precious pink panties and tunneled into her. Her moans only made him want her more. She loved the feeling and let him service her in all the ways he could. He spreads her legs and pushes himself further in until he hits her G-spot. She orgasms and He feels her nails dig into his bare back. She arches her back and moans out a name. Fp hears his name and loves the way it purrs off her lips and keeps himself going. Her lips suck down his neck and all the way down. He pulled out and she works his warm cock.

After awhile sweat drips down his back and his chest is heavy from all the activity. She leans into his chest and curling her hands up. She sighs as she feels her eyes shut. He smiles as he hears slight snoring beside him. He knows that in the morning will be hell. But he says fuck it, bring on the hell.

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Sorry for the short chapter. New one will be up soon- Aut