Downtown, 3:52 PM.
"Sit still, Archie!"
"I'm trying, I'm trying."
'Well, try a little harder, would you? At this rate we'll be here all day."
"Oh, I'm so sorry if I make you miss your chick flick marathon with Theresa."
"Chick flicks? Please. Try Scary Movie Four."
"Well, if you get too freaked out don't come running to me."
"That's the last thing on my mind."
Archie and Atlanta squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get into just the right position.
"I still can't believe you threw out our first photo." Archie sighed, his voice full with disappointment.
"I still can't believe that you kissed a siren."
"Don't remind me." Archie smiled a little when he heard the hint of jealousy in Atlanta's voice.
"Archie?"
"Yeah?"
"Look at the camera, not at me."
"Right." Archie felt the heat rising to his cheeks as he realized he'd been staring. In front of them, the photographer turned multiple dials on his camera to adjust the lens. Archie shifted uncomfortably, moving slightly closer to Atlanta. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice.
"Atlanta?"
"What?"
"Promise me that you'll keep this photo. No matter how much you hate me at the time."
"I-I promise." Was Atlanta blushing? No, it was probably just the light. The photographer stepped back, surveying the pair of teenagers in front of him.
"You two make such a cute couple. Move a little closer together, please."
"No!" Archie stammered, turning a brilliant shade of red. "I mean, we're not dating. I mean, we're just friends! I-" He was cut off, however, when Atlanta slid towards him, brushing against his side as she did so. The photographer smiled.
"I understand. Are you ready?" Archie nodded, but Atlanta shook her head. She grabbed Archie's arm and put it around her shoulders, much to his embarrassment.
'We're ready, now."
"On the count of three, say 'Pepsi'. Got it?"
"Yeah."
"Atlanta, I-"
"Not now, Archie!"
"Three…"
"No, I really need to say something."
"Can it wait thirty seconds?"
"…Two…"
"No."
"Archie, unless Cronus is right behind me, I don't need to hear about it."
"…One…"
'Atlanta, I-"
"Archie!"
"I love you."
The camera snapped. Atlanta stopped, speechless. Archie looked away.
"Not much of a photo...Shall I take another?" Neither Archie nor Atlanta heard this statement, however. The photographer shrugged and began to pack up his camera.
"You-You what?" Atlanta felt faint. Her heart was pounding. She moved closer to Archie, who looked as if he was going to be sick.
"I love you."
Atlanta's Dorm, 9:45 PM.
"Ugh. Sorry Atlanta, but it's not the best photo."
"I know, I know." Atlanta sighed as Theresa examined her picture, eyes narrowed.
"And you're sure this is what you and Archie want as your friendship token?"
"Positive."
"Okay, then…but why?"
"Let's just say…it's one of the best things that has happened to me in a while."
"You two look like you're arguing."
"We are." Theresa looked confused. She shook her head.
"Atlanta, you're my best friend. But I have to admit, you don't always make much sense. Goodnight."
Atlanta laughed as Theresa left the room.
"Yeah. Goodnight."
When she was sure that the older girl had gone, Atlanta picked up the photo once more. She turned it over, smiling. Taped to the back the back was another photo. It had been taken just a few minutes after Archie had confessed. The photographer had been rather annoyed, as he had just finished packing up the camera for the day. It had taken five dollars and a bus token to convince him to unpack his equipment again.
But it had been worth it.
The photo was of the pair's first kiss. Atlanta felt an unfamiliar sensation run down her spine as she remembered.
"Yeah." She said again, more to herself then anyone.
"It's the perfect memory."
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A/N- And there you have it. I can't believe that I actually finished this fan fiction. Please feel free to let me know what you think- reviews are always welcomed.
ArchiexAtlanta forever!
