A/N: Okay, here is the second chapter.

Reassuring Lanta

Two-shot

Atlanta X Archie

RATED M FOR NUDITY

Disclaimer: I do not own Class of the Titans

When Atlanta awoke, it was the next day. She smiled when she remembered the previous night. She turned to face Archie as she snuggled deeper into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her tighter. She kissed him on the nose and shifted out of his embrace. He made a small grunting sound as she got up out of bed but remained asleep.

"Dork." She said to herself.

She picked up her lingerie and used the bathroom to get back to her room. She threw the items in the dirty laundry hamper and began her search for something to wear. She started with her undergarments in which she randomly chose an ordinary black bra and panties. She happened to walk by her mirror and she glanced causing her to stop.

Atlanta had never told anyone before, but she had a low self-esteem. Finally discovering sex rose her esteem a bit but she still lacked confidence in herself. She never saw herself as pretty compared to the other girls. She stood there, staring at herself in the full-length body mirror, bringing herself to the thought of why she owned the piece of discouraging shit.

Archie awoke to find nobody beside him. He had a quizzical look and tried to think if it was all just a dream. He thought it was real. It had to be. Then he found his evidence. He sat up to find that his bathroom door was open and the door that led to her bathroom was open, allowing him to see all the way through to her room. He could see her staring at herself in the mirror wearing nothing but a bra and underwear. If the previous night hadn't happened, she'd never have left both doors open and then stood there almost naked.

He squinted to see what she was looking at. All he saw was the beautiful red head staring miserably back at her reflection.

"Hmm…"

He pushed off the covers and his cheeks flushed as he noticed his lack of clothing. He quickly grabbed his boxers and threw them on before making his way to Atlanta's room. He was surprised she hadn't even noticed him yet. The mirror stood right across from the bathroom door, which he was currently walking through. She was still staring miserably.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach and placing his head in the crook of her neck kissing it lightly. She placed her hands atop of his and sighed dramatically.

"Something wrong?" He said, his lips vibrating into her neck.

"No." She said sadly. "Not really."

He looked up. Had she actually just told him nothing was wrong?

"Are you really telling me that there is nothing wrong? I'm your best friend Atlanta, I think I can tell."

She pitied herself for the great amount of observance and care that the boy had for her. She didn't want to get him all worked up over her stupid lack of confidence but as far as her luck went, she had to tell him.

"Do you think I'm pretty Archie?"

Archie raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I do! I told you last night that you were beautiful didn't I?"

Atlanta thought about it. "Yeah but for all I know, it could have been a spur of the moment thing."

"Would I ever lie to you Atlanta, spur of the moment or not?"

"No." She admitted staring down at her feet.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because, I guess- I guess I don't think I am."

The fact that Atlanta didn't believe she was pretty sickened him. He couldn't believe that the fiery, high-spirited huntress would think such a thing. For a matter of fact, he didn't think she cared. 'I guess all girls care about how they look.' He thought to himself. He sighed. Well might as well get this over with. After all, it wasn't the first time a girl had said that to him. His sister went through the same thing before she was got into the accident.

"Lanta, tell me what bugs you about yourself."

They were still staring into the mirror and their hands were still on her waist.

She took his hands and placed them on top of her head.

Her hair.

"Nobody else has spiky, neon red hair."

"But that's what makes you unique from the other girls. You're different, that's why I like you. If you didn't have red hair, your hair would be brown and you'd be just like every other skanky, stuck up, rich bitch at school. Do you want to be like them?"

She said nothing but he could tell by the expression on her face that she didn't want that.

"What next?"

She moved his hands to her breasts. Surprisingly, it didn't feel as awkward as she thought it would. He had felt them yesterday so it didn't really make a difference today she guessed.

"They're not big enough. All the other girls have huge boobs. Mine are tiny."

"Do you know why their boobs are huge? Because theirs aren't real. They're filled with silicone and water. What good is having gigantic boobs anyhow? All you get is a job on the street corner and a bunch of horny old guys oogling at you all day long."

Atlanta tilted her head to the side, thinking it over then she nodded her head.

"At least I'd have a purple haired dork warrior to beat them with their canes." She laughed, causing him to laugh too.

"You bet Lanny."

Then her smile faded as she brought his hands to her waist.

"My body isn't curvy like Theresa's."

"You don't need to be curvy like anybody. And by the way, I find you very curvy. Plus, Theresa is –I don't even know how to explain it. Her curves are almost curlier than Odie's afro. She's got too much junk in the trunk and I'm pretty sure her boobs are full of silicone too. It's like she was ripped out of a Playboy magazine and BAM! You have Theresa."

Atlanta giggled and then punched him on the arm playfully. "That was mean. Theresa is my best girl friend."

"Okay, okay. But no need to resort to violence." He laughed. "Anything else?"

She gingerly took his hands and put them on her stomach.

"Oh god. Please don't tell me you're one of those girls that counts how many calories they eat a day and then ends up up-chucking everything they ate."

"No. I'd never be able to do that. I'd die-"

"That's right. So don't you dare starve yourself." He cut her off.

"But I still weigh more than every girl in my gym class."

"That's because you're all lean muscle. Muscle weighs more than fat, you know. And I can bet that I have more body fat then you do. And you are probably stronger."

"Really?"

"Really."

She turned around to face him, his arms not even letting go of her, and kissed him.

"Thanks Arch. You always know how to make me feel better. Now lets go eat before Herry wakes up." She said as she slipped on a pair of shorts and a hoodie.

The pain of seeing Atlanta hurting had gone away when she realized how stupid she'd been. Archie grinned, satisfied with his results.

"You can't go if I don't let you go." He said gripping her tighter in his arms.

"Yes I can. I'm stronger remember." She said with a wink before biting his arm and running off as soon as she had the chance.

"Atlanta! That hurt! I'm going to get you!" Archie yelled running after her.

A/N: Crappy ending I know. In was in my mind better than it came out. RxR people. Thanks for reading!

-Brittany