betty hates weddings. they remind her of everything she’d never been allowed to have. her own insecurities forced her to ignore potential romance, or anything of the sort. it was unfair, she knew, but she had other, more important things to focus on. school, her future career, her friends. speaking of her friends—it can’t be. a flash of red hair, a crooked smile. loads of men had red hair, she knew that, but there was something about this ginger head that caught her eye. swallowing the lump in her throat, the blonde rushed forward, one hand reaching for his. “archie?” she breathed, green eyes wide with surprise. “archie andrews?” it’s a dream, isn’t it? it has to be. months passed and she hadn’t been so lucky as to come across anyone from home, never mind this someone from home. her hand finally gasped his, a wave of memories washing over her so hard it almost physically hurt her. yeah, it was archie. “hey, red.” [ @archandrwss ]
