As he approaches you he seems very in his head, fighting with his thoughts to say it or not shaking his head slightly to get rid of the negative things and just do it! Do something! “Now tell me please what’s going on” you try giving him a reassuring smile.įp sighs lightly while standing up slowly from the bed, walking cautiously to you worried of how you’ll react if he tells you he thinks he’s in love with you, and that’s a scary feeling. You catch FPS glance to your hand and move it off him taking his bottle of booze and putting it on the side bed table. “Because I care, I always care” you quickly respond to his statement and put your soft well manicured hand on his arm. “Ugh why do you have to do this” FP looks at you with a pleading look. Maybe he had another fight with his dad? Maybe with a serpent?
And lock your eyes on his now that he is actually looking at you, you try to search his eyes for any sign when could be wrong. “No you ass, your what’s important right now, and only way I’m leaving you while in this state is if you push me out and lock the door. “Friends” he scoffs “yeah well I’m fine, go back to your boyfriend girl” he responds rudely and nods his head to the door indicating your for to leave the room. “Seriously Fp don’t do that, talk to me please I hate seeing my friends down” you sigh and sit next to his slumped figure on the bed. “Nothing” Fp says in rough tone finally glancing your way and takes a big sip from his bottle.
“Fp what’s wrong?” You ask your friend coming closer to him. “Mm” is all he said with his head hung low. “Hey you okay?” You asked with some concern. Some time has passed and You we’re walking around the house looking for Fred but came across one glum looking figure slumped on Fred’s bed sipping a bottle of whiskey. So that’s what he did he made his way to the table filled with bottles of booze and he picked up one that looked more then half empty taking it for himself. Fp is focused now on needing a drink something strong to help get you off his mind and his affection he shouldn’t have for his best friends girl. “Hey” FP replies blandly and walks past Fred patting him on the back. “Hey man there you are!” Fred smiles to FP and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Well you know what they say love is pain, and as your friend there shall be times I hurt you with my amazing Witt” you laugh.įps eyes had a slight glimmer to them hearing the word Love, but it quickly changed to slight sorrow hearing the word Friend and his smirk was fallen.įps eyes left you as he saw his best friend also known as your boyfriend Fred Andrews come up to you guys smiling to greet his buddy. “Ouch now that just hurts girl” FP replies holding his hand to his heart with his smirk still present. “Oh well it was great but now your here so I can only imagine how badly things will turn out” you joked with him because he was one for the occasional trouble. He stood there hands in his pockets with a slight smirk on his face that he often had. “Hey Y/N hows the party going?” FP had showed up at your side just finally arriving to his best friends bash. You were standing outside enjoy some much needed fresh air after dancing with your friends to way to many songs working up a sweat.
#FP JONES RIVERDALE FULL#
The Party was at full swing plenty friends and even foes hung around in different areas of the house drinking and laughing. “Well I may be weird but you love me” he smiles cocky at you. “Yes babe” Fred says smiling and taking another whiff of the bottle before placing the cap back on and putting back on the table along with all the other bottles.įred walks to you wrapping his arms around your waist slowly pulling you to him for a small kiss, after your shared moment you smile up at him telling him he’s weird for his actions smelling the liquor and lame excuse.
smelling the booze is making sure there’s enough?” You hold back a smile at your silly man. “I’m making sure we have enough booze for the party” Fred responds with a shrug “Fred What are you doing?” You giggle as you walk into the room seeing your boyfriend Fred Andrews smelling a bottle of liquor. (Young FP Jones x Reader, Young Fred Andrews x Reader)
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