Send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (accepting)

14.) a sad / crying kiss. 

Reggie struggled with this feeling before. The feeling of being unimportant, the feeling of not mattering. Side piece central and he was smack in the middle of it. Josie was on her way out, so Reggie felt the need to press his lips against her as a means of goodbye. He didn’t realize he was tearing up ( gross! ) until after he pulled away from her and saw his tears left shining on her cheek.

Reggie turned his back to her, fast as he could, and started wiping at his eyes. “Holy fucking shit-“ He cursed. “Allergy season is one son of a bitch, am I right?”

random sentence starters (accepting!)

Nobody wears a shit-eating grin like Reggie. Nancy gets a chance to see his trademark up close and personal. “Is there something I want?” He repeats her question, as if it wasn’t clear what she was asking. It was a fair question to ask anyone who had been shooting you longing glances for the past five minutes, as Reggie had been doing to her.

Reggie made a face like he was thinking but he so clearly was not. He didn’t look like he thought much at all. “You.” He decided on quickly.

“Reginald,” he said in a teasing voice as if he was flirting. “A compliment…for me?” He teasingly put his hand to his forehead and pretended to fan himself. “You shouldn’t have!”

He leaned his head back as he laughed at his own joke before listening intently to what Reggie was saying. Was Reggie right? Sure. Should he have maybe suggested this before they got high in Archie’s treehouse? Probably.

“You know I’m going to suggest food, right? Especially in this state?” Jughead said with a small chuckle after trying to give Reggie a serious look. “But joke’s on me, I’m as broke as Archie,”

Reggie spared Jughead a glare out of the corner of his reddened eyes. “Really, I shouldn’t have.” He echoed. Especially not if Jughead was going to use this opportunity to be a fruit loop. 

He thought for a moment but, boy, was it hard to. They should have had this discussion before they got high but maybe they wouldn’t have thought about it without the weed? “I could eat.” He decided. “Not Pop’s.” He stipulated quickly with a raise of his index finger. 

Jughead gave him a glare before taking the blunt from him when he was done with his drag. He didn’t have to sign, but he gets at least a weekly text from the guy asking how to sign something vulgar? He should just take a basic course.

A hit was taken before handing back to Reggie, shaking his head at his pal down there. He couldn’t see why he went through all this trouble for these two when there are at least what? 4 billion other girls on this Earth?  “It’s not that Betty’s desperate, Reg,” he said, fixing his cap to cover the aids like he’s done since he was a child. “This is what’s likely to happen,”

He turned a bit to face Reggie and brought his hands up to his chin before batting his eyelashes “Oh Archie!” he said it what he hoped was a different pitch. “You’re grounded again? Well, I’m sure if I talk to your ma, I can set up a picnic or something in your living room and we can just watch TV or something,” He puckerd out his lips while his eyes roll.

He moved his hands away from his chin. “Betty would be creative about trying to still squeeze a date out of Archie. Ronnie’s more likely to find another guy and tell him to call her back when he’s got that moolah.” He shrugged after speaking. It was pretty obvious to him.

Reggie inspected the joint with a DISTASTEFUL up turn of his nose. They were done here. He rubbed the lit end on one of the wood planks that made up the floor of the treehouse. He flicked what was left of it downwards, sending it flying towards Betty, Veronica and Archie’s feet. They didn’t even notice. Again, Jug was right here and, AGAIN, Reggie wasn’t going to say that out loud.

“That was a good Betty impression, man.” He smirks at Jughead, being sincere in the compliment, as specific as it was. “This is so boring... you know, we all come together to do something and it always devolves into yelling and fighting over Archie’s ballsack.” Reggie pushed himself to his feet and dusted off his designer jeans. “And then it’s just you and me, left by the waysides!”

“We should ditch these losers.” Reggie suggested. He sounded like he was standing on top of a soapbox, giving a speech strong enough to rouse even the most disenfranchised of hearts into action. “Explore our beloved Riverdale and have fun before we rot listening to the same contrived love triangle for the 80th time!”

A  pregnant pause. Reggie clicked his tongue. “You got, uh... any ideas, man?”