Alright, so this is the almost long-awaited sequel to ARCHIE! This is in Archie's POV.
"ATLANTA!" I heard Theresa yell.
Great, what does she want now? Poking my head out of my room, I see Theresa scolding Atlanta.
She's holding a basket full of pink clothes. Huh, that's weird... I knew she liked pink, but I didn't think that she liked it that much...
Then, I noticed the barely concealed grin on Atlanta's beautiful face. I bet she slipped in a red sock to get back at Theresa for the night before, when she put my arm over Atlanta's shoulders, and pushed us closer together.
Not that I'm complaining, but Atlanta's been acting weird all day. Maybe she knows that i like her? I mean, I tried very hard last night to keep my cool, and not take Atlanta closer into my arms...
No, bad thoughts Archie!
Hey, Atlanta's looking at me strangely...she must have asked me something while I was off dreaming in la-la land. Snapping out of my reverie, I answer her.
"What?" I say.
She rolls her eyes, then answers.
"I said, do you want to come for a run with me?"
Jumping off my chair, I head to the door, the soft, rhythmic sound of her feet informing me that she is close behind.
Bursting outside, we head to the park. Most of the run goes by in a comfortable silence, only broken by the twittering of birds and the pounding of our feet.
After awhile, we sit on one of the many park benches, stopping to catch our breath.
A shadow suddenly blocks out the sun. Looking up, I see a man that could rival even Herry in size.
Looking at Atlanta, the man grins, barring his yellowed smokers teeth.
"Hey there, Strawberry...why don't you ditch grape-head over here and come with me?" He said, his voice deep and greasy, his oily skin reflecting the shine of the midday sun.
Wait, whose grape-head? Oh, yeah, me. Maybe Atlanta's right, I am a dork...
Frowning, I look over at Atlanta, who is also frowning.
Wait, am I just imagining it, or is Atlanta sliding closer to me. Catching my eye, she sends an unsaid message. Taking the hint, I put my arm over her shoulders.
"No, its okay...me and grape-head over here where just about to go and make out, so if you would kindly leave us alone?" Atlanta said, her voice sickly-sweet.
Taken aback, the man lumbered away to a group of girls that I recognized from our school. As soon as they saw him, they each took out a bottle of pepper spray, aiming for his eyes.
Turning around to face Atlanta, she turns at the same time to face me. Because of the proximity of our bodies, and the perfect timing, our lips brush, causing an electric pulse to surge through my spine. We both recoil as if bitten by snakes.
Both blushing furiously, we get up and head back to the brownstone, our home.
Geez, how oblivious to my feelings can she get? I'll have to talk to Theresa, see if maybe she could help me...