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Betty stood behind Archie as he unlocked his apartment door. While he was distracted she decided to quickly text her sister
Betty Bold, Polly Italics
"Hey, just to let you know I'm at Archie's house. Not sure when I'll be home"
Polly quickly texted back "Don't worry B, have all the fun you want I won't wait up
Betty rolled her eyes "It's not like that and you know it. I'm ENGAGED to Drake
I didn't say anything, have fun Betty
"Welcome to casa de la Andrews" Archie smiled as he pushed the door open to his apartment and gestured for Betty to walk in
She smiled and nodded as she passed by him and entered the apartment
She stood in the small apartments living room and watched Archie walk into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and began looking in it "You thirsty?" he asked
Betty nodded "Yeah, I could go for a drink"
She could hear him rummaging around in the fridge. Then he walked into the living room holding 2 beers in his hands. "Sorry, I ugh don't exactly have a well-stocked fridge. I haven't been shopping in a while" he excused
Betty laughed and took the beer from his hand
"I can get you a glass of water if you'd rather" he said quickly
Betty shook her head and popped the top with hands "Nah, it's been a while since I had one of these" she took a long sip of the beer "Ahh. Tastes so much better then the wine I've had to drink lately"
Archie laughed and opened his own beer. He sat on the couch and patted for her to sit next to him "Never took you as a wine drinker"
Betty shook her head "I'm not, but with being the CEO of OceanGate hotels fiancé I have to attend a lot of fancy parties with him. Beer isn't exactly considered classy" she explained
Archie nodded "Tell me about Drake, what's he like?"
Betty smiled and looked down at the cold bottle in her hands "He's ambitious and organized. He's very persuasive and can basically win anyone over. Which is what makes him such a great business man"
Archie looked at her and bit his lip "Does he make you happy?"
Betty looked up at him "What?"
"Does he make you happy?" Archie asked again
Betty nodded "Yeah, he does" she said almost as if she was telling herself that. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through it for a second "This is us last month, he had business stuff in the Bahamas and I got to go" she showed him a photo of her and Drake on a sandy white beach. Someone had taken the photo for them, she had on a floral bikini while he wore blue swim trunks
"You look great B" Archie said without thinking
Betty looked at the photo "Thanks" she said before setting her phone down "We weren't completely alone; his secretary came with us. It was nice though because she was able to take some cute photos of Drake and I" Betty explained
"You're not his secretary?" Archie asked
Betty shook his head "I used to be, but then Drake thought it'd be best if we worked separately. Gave us a break from each other" she explained "So he made me the manager at one of their hotels and hired Trish"
Archie nodded "So I'm just interested, why did you quit writing? You were so good at it"
Betty shrugged "I was working for a newspaper called Miami Daily when I was living with Ronnie, then I met Drake. He was supervising multiple hotels being built in the area and was temporarily living there. We started dating and a few months later the hotels were complete. It was time for Drake to move back home and the choice was either break up or go with him." She let out a light laugh "Pensacola doesn't exactly have a ton of writing opportunities, so Drake encouraged me to work with him"
Archie watched her take another sip of her beer "I just never would have imagined you giving up writing"
Betty shrugged "Well when you love someone you'd be surprised what you're willing to risk"
Archie nodded "Yeah I guess your right" he took a sip of his beer
"So, Arch tell me bout you?" Betty grinned looking at him
He smiled "Not much to say, took over my dad's company so he can relax a little, he still works in the office and helps me out, but the pressure isn't on him nearly as much"
Betty nodded "He deserves that, he's always worked so hard"
"Yeah, he has" he agreed "So that keeps me busy, dated a girl named Lisa Evens for a little while she was a little younger then me" he said taking another sip of his beer
Betty gave him a concerned look
"It was legal, she was 21 and I was 26" he assured her Betty nodded and relaxed "But she didn't want it to be serious and I did so we broke it off after almost a year, I haven't been with anyone since" he told her
"You'll find someone I promise" she said resting a hand on his leg
Archie glanced down at her hand and she quickly removed it
"What about your music?" she asked awkwardly
Archie shrugged "I honestly haven't picked up my guitar in 2 years"
"Why not?" she asked
"Just, haven't felt inspired I guess" he admitted
Betty finished off her beer and looked at Archie who was finishing off his
"How bout another round?" she asked jingling the bottle
He smiled and took the empty bottle from her hands "You got it" he stood up and returned a moment later with two new bottles
"So, both of us didn't continue with our dreams" she sighed as she took the bottle from Archie
He nodded and sat down next to her "I guess so"
"But that's life" she smiled taking a sip
An hour later they were both sitting on the couch cracking up
"So, let me get this straight, the way you found out about Jug and Cheryl was you walked in on them, and the first thing you said was "Since when do you dig red heads?" Betty said through laughs
Archie nodded "It's all I could think of"
Betty continued to laugh "Arch you're a mess" she rested her head on his shoulder
Archie threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, they both laid there in silence for a few moments. "I should text Polly and ask her to come pick me up. We've both had too much to drink to drive" she said lifting her head up and scooting away from him
Archie nodded in agreement and watched her text on her phone
When Betty left 30 minutes later Archie walked into his bedroom, he stood there for a second almost lost in thought staring at the object in the corner. He made his way over to his guitar and picked it up off the stand. He whipped the dust that had accumulated off it and held it in his hands smiling at the instrument before he slowly began to strum a couple cords.
When Betty got back to Polly's place she found herself lying in bed looking at possible journalist jobs in Pensacola. She found one writing for the local tourist magazine. It wasn't the hard-hitting writing job she dreamed of in high school. But suddenly the thought of any type of reporting at all was appealing to her