(She doens't wanna) Marry Me
She wants it perfect, she planned everything, the thing that changed? The groom...
Archie and Betty are childhood best friend and Archie has always been in love with Betty...
The first memory Archie Andrews have with Betty Cooper, the girl she grew up with, it’s playing to dress up in the little girl’s house when they are six years old. He knows it’s not the first moment they share together, since their parents have been neighbors from before they were born, and they were to the same high school, when neither Archie or Betty and her sister were even a thought in their parents mind.
Archie remembers being in the backyard of the little blonde’s house, in a play date their parents arranged, it was a weekly deal for both pairings, in which the couple not looking after the kids that time, could have a date and in that way keep the romanticism alive in their relationship.
The trunk with all the costumes that Betty had was placed on the small porch’s floor.
She wants to get married; she wants it perfect
She wants her granddaddy preaching the service
“What are you going to be?” the melodious voice of the tiny girl it’s heard around the backyard, while both her and the small red-haired little boy were looking into the options they had.
“I don’t know” Archie looks the customs, weighing which option was the best to wear. Tentatively he takes a sword, thinking about dressing up as a knight.
“I know! We can dress up as a wedding!” Betty starts to bounce up and down on the spot she was standing; clearly excited about the incredible idea she just came up with. “That way we can practice, Archie!” his cheeks start to get hot.
“P-practice?” the small boy stutters a little before what his best friend had just said. Betty’s eyes were shinning.
“Of course, Archie, after all you and me are going to get marry when we grow up, right?”
Hearing her saying that makes his face take a color almost as red as his hair, his eyes opens as if they were about to pop out of his head, while he looks at Betty, who just smiles at him.
She has a pretty smile; he can’t help to think when he sees her.
“Oh… of course, Betty, you’re my best friend, after all, who else would I marry?”
