"Cheryl is your friend now, right?" Archie went into his sister's room before he had to go to the tree tapping ceremony.
"We talk a lot." Abby looks up from To Kill a Mockingbird.
"Has she said anything to you about the tree ceremony?" He asked.
"Just that she wanted Tomoko to cover it for the paper. Even though Tomoko can't go to it because it's exclusive, so it's just Cheryl's side of it. She said you're escorting her. The way she talked about it, does she know you're doing it to get into the summer program?" Abby spun in her chair, so she was facing him.
"What do you mean the way she talks about it?" He looks concerned.
"She went on about you being such a great guy. That you're kind and generous. Just be careful with her, alright? She's in a vulnerable place right now." She told him.
"I know, she's still a wreck over Jason." He nods.
"It's more than that Archie. Don't you notice there is more Blossom in town than any other year for the tree tapping? Hell, more of them came out for this than Jason's funeral. They want to take Cheryl's spot as successor now that Jason's gone. She's being pressured by her parents to keep it. For some reason, they think you're a key piece in that. So, be careful because Mrs. Blossom is a crazy person." She advised him.
"Veronica said the same thing. What the hell happened at that sleepover?" He pushed his eyebrows together.
"A lot of toxic behavior to put it lightly." She thought of the horror that was Thornhill.
"I can handle myself, you have nothing to worry about." He told her.
"That's why you came in here to ask me about it?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It's never a bad thing to have information." He looks down at his watch. "I gotta get going. I'll see you later." He walks out of the room. Abby stared after him, hoping that she was wrong for both Archie and Cheryl's sake.
Abby was stirring a big pot of mac n cheese. She grabs a spoon and scoops some to hold it out to Sweet Pea. "Tell me if this needs more salt." She fed it to him since he was busy putting double chocolate chip cookies into Ziplocs.
"Just a little more." He told her.
She nods and pours more salt into the pot. She was nervous making a pot this big because if she screwed it up then it would be a lot of wasted food and money. Since this was for chastity, it would be really bad. She checks on the other pot of mac and cheese. "You sure this will be enough for fifty people?" She looks back at him.
"Yeah, it's how much we always make. Are you sure I can't have one of these cookies? They smell amazing." His mouth was watering from the aroma.
"Yes. I made the dough and rolled the balls out. It's exactly a hundred. That way everyone gets two cookies. I'll make another batch for you later." The oven dinged, making her take out another batch of cookies and putting them on the side to cool off. Sweet Pea got up to grab the other pan of cookie dough from the fridge and put it in the oven.
"We make a good team." He wraps his arms around her waist from behind.
"That's because I'm able to work with anyone." She teases.
"And so modesty too." He gave her a squeeze before going back to stuffing cookies into bags.
"Is the mac and cheese ready? Because the containers are here." Joaquin and Fangs came in carrying boxes.
"Yeah," She nods. With their help, the containers got filled with the side dish. "Aw, did the kids in the trailer park draw these?" She looks at the paper bags to see they had childish drawings on them.
"Yeah, give the brats something to do." Joaquin nods.
"Adorable." She put the containers of mash potato, grilled chicken, mac and cheese, and salad into the paper bag with the Ziploc of cookies and a water bottle.
After they got the fifty bags loaded. The boys carried the boxes of food out. "Will you be here when I get back?" Sweet Pea asked before he took the last box outside.
"If you want me to be?" She shrugs.
"Yeah, I do." He shot her a smile before going out of the door.
She was playing Cooking Diary on her phone when the trailer door opened and Sweet Pea came in. "Hey," She killed the ap and put down the phone. "How did it go?"
"It went. Meals on Wheel is never a problem." He put a bag of Chinese food on the coffee table. "Where Fangs?" She opened the chow mein container and used chopsticks to eat some.
"Our third wheel is at the Whyte Wyrm." Sweet Pea opens a container to eat some sweet and sour pork.
"He is not a third wheel." She scolds him.
"Feels like one to me." He rolls his eyes.
"You're just lucky he didn't ask me out first." She winks.
"Lucky, cursed, who knows how to look at it." He shrugs. She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. He flicks a piece of pork at her, hitting her cheek and falling in the chow mein. They ate the rest of their meal in that playful spirit.
Abby leaned back on the couch while Sweet Pea threw the trash away. He came back into the living room to sit next to her. He puts his arm on the back of her seat. "Want to Netflix and chill?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"We could just chill." She shrugs innocently.
"My kind of girl." He gently pushed her to lie on the couch. He lies on top of her, connecting his lips to hers. They make out for a while having their hands roam the other's body over their clothes. Sweet Pea thrust against her, allowing her to feel his dick through his jeans. She undid his pants to put a hand down them. He stops kissing her to rest his forehead against hers when she wraps her hand around his generous length and jerks him. "A little tighter and faster. Use your other hand to play with my balls." He hisses.
She followed his instructions. "I want you to take me." She looked into his shocked eyes. He was surprised because this was the first time they ever went this far. Being her first boyfriend, he wanted her to feel comfortable, so he let her make all the first moves.
"Yeah?" He asked, wondering if his lustful haze was messing with him.
"I want to feel all of you inside of me." She gave him a hard jerk causing him to curse.
Her hands were forced out of his pants when he stood up. He grabs her hand to pull her up. "Come on, the bed will be better for this." He pulls her to his room. They undress each other between kisses before falling onto the bed. He kisses along her body stopping to pay attention to her neck and breasts. He was laying kisses along her inner thighs as he slips a finger in. She let out a whine when he added another and began to move them in and out, scissoring them inside her randomly. When he felt her juices dripping down his wrist, he added another finger and used his other hand to massage her clit. She let out a breathless gasp as she cums on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.
"Grab a condom from the nightstand." He nods to it. She sluggishly rolls over and opens the drawer to grab a plastic square. She hands it to him. He rips it over and slides the condom onto himself. "Come here." He grabs her ankles and pulls her, so her ass was on his lap. He ran his dick along her folds coating himself in her juices, then he pushed himself into the tight velvet heat.
He used all his muscles to stay still and allow her to adjust. He waited for her breathing to go back to normal before he began to thrust. He listens and watches her, allowing her body to tell him what angle and speed were best suited for her. He smirked when she saw her back arch off the bed. He put one hand on her hip and used the other to tug on her nipple as he thrust harder at that same angle to get a louder reaction.
She grabs onto his arms as another orgasm rocks through her body. He kept going, only allowing himself to cum after she came down from her high. He pulled out after he went limp. He took off the condom, tied it up before throwing it in the trash.
He got back in the bed to wrap his arms around her waist and be the big spoon. He kissed the back of her head. "Are you okay?" He asked, knowing the first time was different for girls than boys. For boys, it was supposed to be done as soon as possible with anyone. That is how he did it, with some older stripper that used to dance at the Whyte Wyrm. For girls, it was supposed to be done with someone important and be romantic. He heard a few stories of girls crying after their first time, regretted it, and resenting the man.
"Amazing, sore but amazing." She put her hands over his.
"Good." He pulled her tightly against him. "I plan to make you feel amazing a lot."
"Mr. Andrews! Nice haircut. You're looking extremely DILF-y today. Is Archie home?" Abby heard Cheryl say to her father at the door from the kitchen. It made her whole body cringe.
"Cheryl, yes. Um, come on in." Fred said as the girl was already walking past him.
"The Ice Woman cometh," Jughead whispers, making Abby slap him in the back of the head.
"Hey, Cheryl." Archie and Abby greeted her.
She put a guitar case on the counter and opened it. "As a major thank you for coming to the maple banquet with me tomorrow, I wanted to give you this. A 'Les Paul. In our signature color. You're welcome." Archie stared down at it in awes. "Okay. That's all. I'm going now. My claustrophobia acts up in small houses. See you tomorrow." She kissed Archie on the cheek.
"I'll walk you out." Abby walks after Cheryl. She stepped outside with her onto the porch. "It's fucked up that you need Archie to solidify your place as the successor."
"I don't know what you're talking about?" She shrugs.
"Please, you never showed an interest in Archie before. I don't get why him though. Reggie is on the same class level as you. Wouldn't he be a better choice?" Abby wonders.
"Because Archie is able to make people believe in him. I believe in him and so do my parents. Besides, if this all works out then we could be family." Cheryl gave Abby a sweet smile before walking out of the yard and getting into a candy red impala.
Abby watched in horror as the impala drove away. She went back into the house to see her dad walking up the stairs. She went into the kitchen where Archie and Jughead were. "Have you been giving Cheryl the wrong idea?" She asks her brother.
"What? NO! Why would you ask me that?" He shook his head.
"She just told me that we could be family if everything works out." She pointed towards the door.
"She's messing with you. She knows why I'm doing this favor for her." He did nothing that could make her think he was romantically interested in her.
"Then she deserves an academy award." She could see the warmth in Cheryl's eyes when she spoke about Archie.
"Archie, you treading in shark-infested waters," Jughead warns.
"Why do you all think I can't handle myself?" He glares at his best friend and sister before storming out of the kitchen.
"What are we going to do with him?" Abby looks at Jughead.
"All we can do, hope for the best." He bites into his pizza slice.
Abby and Tomoko were spending the night at Trev's house. "So how did your interview with Cheryl go?" Trev asked.
"As good as I thought it would. She made it out to be some fairy tale. The family gathering together after a tragedy. I didn't even know if Betty would print it. But, I email it to her anyway." She sighs.
"It kind of surrounds Jason, which they've been printing every type of story they can on him, so there's hope." Abby shrugs.
"I'm just happy they aren't trying to include me in their weird murder board." She thought they were crazy about getting involved in that.
"They're not going to do that, they need you to write the rest of the pieces." Abby pointed out. There were only three of them, but Betty and Jughead mostly focus on Jason related things. Leaving Tomoko to write most of the paper. If she wasn't so passionate about it, she would have quit.
"I think Betty will print it, I mean they need the space filled." Trev agreed with Abby's point.
"I'm going to take a bath." Abby got up and grabbed her clothes.
When she closed the door to the bathroom, her phone rang. She looks at the caller ID before answering it. "Hey, Cheryl."
"I wish it could have been you here tonight." Cheryl sobs into the receiver.
"Cheryl, what's going on? Are you okay?" She asked, not understanding what she was saying.
"I thought Archie would be like you, but he's not. He is only here to get something. He's like everyone else. Why is life so cruel? That the only person who ever showed me care can't be with me when I need her the most." She explained through her tears.
"I'm here." She told her.
"Not in the way I want you." She whispers.
"I can't be there physically, but I am here in the only way I can be. Look, you don't need Archie. I know that and more importantly, you know that. You could run that business better than anyone could." She was afraid of this happening when Cheryl told her that Archie was escorting her.
"You really think so?" She asked.
"I know so, you can keep a herd of teenage girls in line. You organized dance on such small budgets and made them seem like five-star events. You're at the top of your class." She listed the other girls' accomplishments.
"I wish I realized what a gem you were earlier, Abigail Andrews. I got to go. I'll see you later." She hangs up the phone.
Abby felt unsettled as she put her phone on the counter. After that sleepover, she worried about Cheryl living with those horrible people.