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Rebound Love	By : sandyl666 Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 13319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The comics Archie and Co, with its plot, characters, setting, etc does not belong to me. I guess they belong to John L. Goldwater, and a few others but I'm unsure. I make nothing by writing this fiction, and I don't plan to.

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Chapter 2

“O-kay... I really need to clean up,” Betty told herself. Her study was a disaster. There were things strewn about, things she'd left where they were because she had been rushing to get to work.
She rolled up her sleeves with a sigh and got to work.
By the time she had put almost everything away her back was aching. But she patted herself on the back for a job well done. Just one final thing. A book to be placed on the shelf. Shrugging to herself she slid it back to its rightful place... only to realize this was a big mistake because her shelves were covered in a thick layer of dust. She groaned to herself. Now her goody goody nature wouldn't allow her to just walk away from the room without dusting it.
Sighing to herself, she got out her duster and began dusting the shelves. But it wasn't enough. The dust blew onto the books and she made a sound of frustration. Eventually she pulled out her books one by one to dust them. And Betty had a lot of books. Which would be expected from an author.
The monotonous job was boring, but it had to be done. Some books she actually re-discovered and set away for the time being, to be read again. She'd almost forgotten she had them. The task was being completed quickly... until she came across her photo album. Her senior year photo album.
Without meaning to, she inhaled sharply at the tsunami of memories impacting against her. It had by far been her most memorable year of her life to date. With a smile, she set aside the duster and opened the large folder of photographs.
On the first page, she saw the gang, eight year ago, squished into their usual booth at Pop's and grinning at the camera. Her finger stroked across the faces. Jughead, Veronica, Archie, her and of course... Reggie. And she knew Pop was behind the camera, had been looking upon that very scene when the picture was taken.
Her finger lingered on Reggie, noticing how much he'd changed. She would know. She saw him no matter where she went. At the TV station, where she worked, his posters were everywhere. It was like being in Reggie's childhood room. On the streets of LA his posters were everywhere too, on the buildings, on the buses, on everything really.
And she couldn't lie. While she would never admit it to his swelled head, he had gotten even more gorgeous.
Then there was Veronica.
Betty often saw her on magazine covers. She'd taken over the Lodge corporation, and somehow had blossomed in doing so. She managed somehow to get even richer. But Betty somehow wasn't that surprised. As spoiled and lazy as Ron was, she was ridiculously persistent. She always got what she wanted, and her shrewdness aided her supremely. She'd been named among the top ten bacholerettes of all time more times than Betty bothered to count.
Of course, it wasn't like Betty was a stranger to that listing – since she'd gotten her own TV show, she got on the list about as many times as Ron did.
But Betty didn't like to brag.
Betty's finger moved back to Archie, and her heart thumped just at the mere sight of him. Last she'd heard he was Ron's secretary. At least, unlike Reggie, she got rare calls from him. About his job, however, she'd heard from Ron who she still got calls from regularly. Ron was the only one she really kept in contact with, aside from a few e-mails from Jughead.
She was jealous of all the time Ron and Archie must spend together, but Ron had assured her on several occasions that she was no longer interested in Archie. 'Juvenile' was how she had described him. Betty couldn't be happier to hear that.
Then she moved on to the last person in the picture. Jughead. What a sweetheart. He wrote e-mails occasionally to her, which was a shocker. He was the last person she'd expected to stay in contact with, but he diligently – diligently for Jughead, which was about once a month – wrote e-mails to her about his life. He owned a canned hamburger factory, which he manned with total dedication. She remember how he'd sprung a shocker on her in a recent e-mail. He was living with Ethel, and they'd been a couple for nearly a year now.
She was super-happy for her tall friend who had spent countless attempts trying to get him, and finally succeeded.
And of course, there was Pops. Still hadn't retired, Ron had informed her, and still running his shop. Though it had been franchised now, and all of them were still super-popular. How could they not be? Pops knew his stuff.
Betty turned the page, unable to help the huge grin plastered on her face, chores completely forgotten.
The sports carnival. All the setting-up, and scheming on her part as well as Reggie's, to get Archie and Ron to be their respective partners in the three-legged race. Ultimately, the plan backfired, and they became partners, while Archie and Ronnie partnered up. But this was okay, because they were both superb athletes, and Archie was, well, Archie. It went without saying that she and Reggie won as could be seen in their victory photo. Right below it was a picture taken by her dad in amusement, portraying a livid Ron yelling at Archie, who seemed to be wincing and trying to protect himself from her rage-fueled onslaught.
Betty giggled at the memory and moved on.
A gig of The Archies, in which they played for nearly two hundred people. Reggie and Betty had recommended that they pair up and do duets. Of course, Betty with Archie and Ron with Reggie. It wasn't any song either, but a soppy romantic one.
But in the picture it showed her and Reggie together on stage, their lips parted, singing with all their hearts.
Ron had insisted on re-doing her hair, missing her duet. Betty had to take over. Ron had miraculously returned during Betty's and Archie's duet, and finished it with Archie.
Betty remembered how frustrated she'd been at this point, and crying into Reggie's shoulder. Her fellow plotter had simply held her close and let her cry. They'd gotten even closer that day.
Then there was Ron's sweet seventeenth. Every birthday was sweet for her – her loaded daddy let her hold as big a bash as she wanted. This one Betty hadn't exactly schemed, but when Reggie suggested they play Seven Minutes in Heaven cross Spin The Bottle, in which the two whom the mouth of the bottle points to are shoved into the closet together, she had agreed vehemently.
Needless to say, this plan hadn't worked out very well either. Closing her eyes, the memory played out behind her eyelids.
Betty stared into the darkness. Nothing but darkness around her. The occasional tickling of fabric against her face was there, of course, and she could hear her partner's even breathing.
“Well, that was a bust,” Reggie commented.
“No kidding,” Betty said.
They burst out laughing then. As terrible as the failure had been, at least they had each other. That was enough for them to see the humour in just about anything.
“Man, who knew the bottle had it out for me?” Reggie whined.
“Oh, don't be ridiculous, Reg,” Betty said, rolling her eyes.
“You're rolling your eyes now, aren't you?” He asked, as usual, right on the money. She laughed, affirming his guess. They'd spent so much time together he could predict her every reaction.
“So what do we do now?” Betty asked, stretching lazily. They had seven minutes to kill, after all.
“Eh. We could always make out,” Reggie said, his tone taking on a mock-lecherous quality. Betty laughed at this, because she knew she wasn't like Reggie's many hoochies, whom he bedded for the fun of them. And to imagine it was Ron instead. Betty was special – she wasn't a lover despite being female, but a very close friend. Someone who could be comfortable with him, and he with her. “Seriously though,” Reggie said. “Let's make out when they send someone to open the door,”
Betty blinked in the direction of his voice.
“You mean...” She began, catching his meaning far faster than he had expected her to.
“Yeah,” He said. “Let's get them to burn in jealousy.”
“I don't know, Reg...” She said, knowing that not only would it be overstepping the bounds of their friendship, but also testing a love that may not even be there? It gnawed at her... What if Archie wouldn't react to Reggie kissing her? What if instead he'd wished them happiness?
It would break her heart.
“You can do it, Blondie,” Reg encouraged. Betty nodded then. “Okay then. Let's do a trial,”
“A what?”
“A trial. You don't want to be freaking out when Archie opens that door, do you?”
“...No...” She admitted. He nodded, then placed his hands on either side of her face, cupping it. She jumped at the contact. His hands were large and warm – like a man's. But they weren't Archie's.
“Just trust me, Blondie,”The nickname somehow gave her courage, and she nodded, allowing him to feel her consent through the feel of her head moving. Mere seconds later, she felt it. The soft pressing of lips against hers. It was hot and moist, and it felt way better than she had been expecting. However, she just couldn't get into it. This was Reggie. Her friend. She didn't feel for him that way.
He deepened the kiss, and she couldn't deny it – she felt surprise at the amount of passion behind it.
“Ron...” Escaped his lips for a moment and it clicked for Betty. So that was why. She didn't feel offended that he was imagining her as someone else. Not at all. She knew how much Reggie loved Ron. If anything, her thoughts were something along the line of 'Why didn't I think of that?' and she begun to imagine him as Archie.
Archie with his red hair and freckles and boyish nature. His lovely lips mashing into hers insistently, demanding more. Making her feel even more heated up, and aching all over for something more. It was Archie. Archie. Archie.
She gasped when suddenly she saw nothing but light, and detached her lips from her partner, and stared up, stunned, at Archie.
“Bets... You...”
A trickster, Reggie definitely was, but he had been right on the money. Archie had been so jealous he took Betty out on dates five times straight, ignoring all of Ron's attempts to divert his attention to her.
There were many more memories contained in that album.
Senior Prom, in which she'd finally gotten Archie as a date, but he hadn't given her his first dance, he'd been too taken by Reggie's date.
So Reggie had graciously asked her to dance, and even stolen a kiss from her. This earned her Archie's last dance, despite Ronnie stomping her foot at the two. She was quickly appeased by Reggie and his clever tongue, though.
Betty finished off the photo album with a happy sigh.
The reminiscing put her in a good mood for the rest of the day, and she finished off her cleaning, humming as she did. As soon as she put away her last book, the phone rang.
“Hey, Trevor!” She greeted her agent merrily.
“Hey Bets. Just wanted to tell you that the station's confirmed the guest on tomorrow's show,”
“Who is it?” Betty asked as she left her over-used duster to soak.
“Reggie Mantle, that famous actor. Hear he's a prima donna, though,”
“Reggie? Reggie!? Seriously?!” She squealed in her happiness.
“Yeah,” Trevor sounded taken aback. “You're his fan?”
“Best friend more like!” She practically yelled into the phone. “We went to high school together! I haven't seen him since he quit college to act in Express Lake, his debut movie. Then he got so busy he never called me or answered my calls,” Betty sighed.
“Wow, honey. You must be psyched to see him tomorrow then,” Trevor said understandingly. That's what Betty loved about Trevor. He was more of a gay best friend than an agent. The gay part was especially true.
“Of course,” Betty said.
“Alright then. Come a little early and I'll even arrange some chat time for you two,”
“You're the best, Trevor!” They chatted for a few moments, then Betty ended the call, and cradled her cell to her chest. It had to be divine intervention, to be able to see her best friend again, right after going down memory lane with her photo album.
If that was so, maybe she'd see Archie soon, too. And Ron. This thought warmed her heart and she continued humming as she moved to her bathroom, to wash off the filth of her study.
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