( you have a gorgeous smile. )
❝ Then why not both? ❞ Cheryl leaned her palms against the desk pleasantly and tilted her head to the side. A smile played across her lips; she hadn’t expected him to say yes — for the same reason she never expected people at her birthday parties, or for anyone to ask to pair with her on class projects.
But Archie had. Maybe just once, and only to apologize for Jason’s tragic death, but he had.
And now, without much hesitation (because there had been some, and she had noticed — deliberating the pros and cons which, to her, was ridiculous, when plenty of guys would’ve jumped out of their seats just for a chance to be asked, but that was something she’d come to expect from Archie, but nonetheless), he had said yes.
❝ Quick bite to eat at Pop’s — you can pay, like the gentleman you are — we’ll take it to go and then you can show me how you write your songs. I can call an order in. ❞
Cheryl’s eyes looked over him, roaming in that subtle way that they tended to do, dark brown and wanting. Then she curtly smiled and turned; she would meet him after school and walk with him to Pop’s either way; all she’d want is a strawberry shake with extra cherries. Her eyes would travel over him in that same way, and she’d bite her lip.
❝ I don’t think I ever thanked you properly. You’ve been so sweet to me and I don’t know what I’d have done this year if you weren’t around. Truly. I’m sure you expect I’ve got some ulterior motive — ❞ She wouldn’t mention the dare that had led her to ask him in the first place. ❝ — but I just want to say thanks. You were nice to me and you believed me when nobody else did. You’re a good person, you know that? ❞
a lingering BEAM. one that held no animosity. sincere. KIND.
expressions that were not always WELCOMED by the other
students. ones that would throw inconspicuous glares at her
back. people could be so PETTY. specifically teenage girls.
as the fiery steed had learned through simple chit-chat. the
grudges women could hold was – still a mystery to the naïve
boy. but when it came to CHERYL. it seemed many held a
rather heavy acrimony. popularity would do that.
focus had moved to FIERY RED lips. watching the movement as vocals
slipped through like a flowing stream. auburn perception could peer upon
such beauty for weeks. MONTHS. yet, attention must also be paid to the
phrases slipping from exquisite features. saccharine tone prompts pause
of movement. chair now poised in place. she wants to hear his MUSICAL
talents. ones that have not been demonstrated often. the request brings
a bright GLEAM to content orbs, chest & arms shifting to reduce the gap
between the two.
❝ yeah, i mean, that sounds G R E A T ! ❞
there was a CHANCE he would write something for the cardinal splendor.
though, that secret was best kept deep within the confines of trivial mind.
it was always better when it came as a SURPRISE. spontaneous.
the remainder of the school day would hold little excitement. only when the
pair finally met, did the FOOTBALL PLAYER truly hold glee. the walk would
be long enough for the boy to extend an elbow, allowing her to hold on. to
keep her CLOSE. he would wait for her to order before getting something
for himself. & of course, he would pay – taking her hand in case she even
ATTEMPTED to grab her purse. sight would occasionally wander, lasting
just a tad longer than expected. simply to admire her.
& with the sudden moment of appreciation, there’s a bright SMILE.
❝ not at all, i’m sure your intentions are – y’know, good. ❞
simple – perhaps naively so. a hand moves over hers.
❝ hey, it’s fine. really. anyone would’ve done it.
i’m always gonna stand up for you, alright ?
you never gotta worry about ANYONE. i’m
always gonna protect you, i’ve got your back.
now, how about we chow down? ❞
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