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Gang World

Forsythe Pendleton Jones ii x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1607 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader goes to school with young FP Jones. He wants to protect her from the Ghoulies, but the only way he can do it is by claiming her for his own. 

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He was charismatic, and intimidating, like a whirlwind that could decimate anything in its path. That being said, you were hooked, almost immediately.

His name was Forsythe Pendleton Jones the second, and he was perfect-or he would have been if he hadn't been from the wrong side of the tracks, whatever that meant.

You came from a world of hypocrites who thought that because they'd had money and lost it, they were better than those who had none in the first place...hypocrites you called 'mom' and 'dad'.

When you'd gotten the news from your father that you would be packing up and moving to the other side of town due to the crash of your father's law-firm, you had nothing.

The best thing about the whole situation turned out to be the new school you got to attend. In reality, the school was fine and didn't have all that many redeeming qualities, except for the students who were already enrolled.

Namely one student in particular, FP. There was just something about him that drew you in, probably that he was strikingly handsome with a bad-boy reputation to boot.

So it didn't surprise you that he was a bit of a lady killer as far as the south side was concerned. But out of all the people who would happily shack up with FP, he had decided that he wanted you.

Which didn't make any sense to you.

There were a ton of amazing, beautiful women at this new school but what you didn't realize was that  you were new and different, whereas he'd known the rest of these girls since middle school. You were interesting, spunky and full of life, in a way that he'd never experienced.

Luckily, he never told you that because you probably wouldn't have liked being compared to the newest toy on the playground.

FP sat beside you in biology, and the whole time he felt like his stomach was doing back flips. You seemed to have taken well to the gang culture on the south side, but he needed to make sure that you didn't join up on the wrong side because if the ghoulies took you, he was never going to have a chance.

You jumped up at the sound of FP clearing his throat loudly beside you, accidentally scaring the hell out of you. It took you a few seconds for you to recover before you realized he was looking at you.

...but that couldn't be right. You'd hardly spoken to anyone since you'd got here so you doubted that he even knew your name. Until of course, he said it.

"Hey Y/N, I've been meaning to talk to you about something...meet me at my table during lunch" his voice was relaxed and calm as if you were asking him for his autograph or something and then as soon as he'd finished speaking, it was as if you were perfect strangers again.

One thing you could say for the south side without a shadow of a doubt, was that they had some very strange social customs.

With all things considered though, you tracked down FP's lunch table with minimal trouble, looking for the group of leather wrapped delinquents above all. You could feel all their eyes on you as you neared the group, curiosity shining in their eyes as you approached their domain.

You only stopped when you couldn't continue any further toward them. There was a brief moment when you had search the crowd of faces for FP but you found him in the center of the pack finally-who could have guessed?

"Excuse me" you spoke, only serving to further your point yourself out to the now silent gymnasium. You could have heard a pin drop if you wanted to, but you weren't bothered by it.

You'd grown up in hoity-toity neighborhood where if you carried the wrong handbag into the next season, you were socially ostracized. This environment may not have been the same as what you were used to but that didn't mean you had to be afraid of a few teenagers with switchblades.

"Glad you found us" he smiled, clearly teasing you because he knew that his gang was the most prominent clique at south side high school. You smiled back but in truth, you didn't want to have a whole conversation with FP in front of his whole gang...but it couldn't be helped.

"It would have been hard not to" you allowed, letting a slight smile fall on your lips lazily. It was possibly you were so confident because FP had invited you to spend lunch with him, whatever it was, you wear soaking it up.

Without missing a beat, FP stood up, ushering his friends to the side to make room for you to pass by them to his side. All the actions taken within the gang were unspoken like a well oiled machine. You wondered for only a moment if he was going to ask you for a split second to join him but you weren't willing to wait for his invitation.

All the boys moved away from you as you sat down beside him. "Is there a reason you wanted to see me?" you asked, crossing your leg at the ankle without thinking about it. That movement was something that amused FP and the serpents, just because you were different than what they'd ever seen.

You knew they were staring but you didn't care, you didn't need to gain their approval for anything. FP could tell and while it amused him, he stopped them with a snap of his fingers.

With that single action, every serpent in the area cleared out, moving over to the table near where you were sat. Finally, you and FP were alone and he could tell you what this whole thing was about.

"Sorry about them, they can be a little overbearing sometimes" he shrugged, FP wasn't actually a fan of the whole gang mentality if he was being honest but his old man's right hook could be very convincing.

You didn't mind them, it would just take some getting used to. Gangs weren't something you'd really been exposed to in your life, so you'd need a bit of a grace period. "It's no big deal, they seem to really like you though" your voice was sweet with a bit of humor thrown in just to let him know that there was nothing nefarious going on in your head.

It couldn't possibly be easy for him to deal with all the stress of leading a group like the serpents. "Yeah, that's actually kinda what I wanted to talk to you about, there's nothing going around here- the ghoulies-"

You'd heard about them. Their gang wasn't nearly as old as the serpents were but they were the main proprietors of a drug called Jingle Jangle. They also had a lot shadier of a post as far as you could tell.

You nodded, telling the sandy haired boy that you understood so that he could continue his point.

"Well, if they get wind of you around here, unprotected, you could be in a lot of danger" for a moment you wondered if he was just kidding around, trying to prank the new girl but there was something on his face that told you that wasn't the case. What would the ghoulies want with you anyway?

The whole thing was way over your head but it didn't matter. FP seemed to have a plan...there was just something in his eyes. "So how do we keep that from happening?" you wondered, feeling much more out of your element than before.

Luckily, FP was an expert on these kinds of things and had thought through a plan to keep you safe and protected.

"Well, if you pledge loyalty to the serpents, then we can keep you safe" he allowed, somehow more shocking than the early statements. You hadn't thought about joining the serpents before this, and you weren't sure if it was something you could even do at all.

Why would FP want you to join the gang in the first place? You weren't anything like the rest of the girls that hung around them on the daily basis, and you didn't know if their ridicule would be worth the protection.

...but getting beat up and harassed on the daily didn't sound ideal either. "you want me to become a serpent?" you asked, it clearly wasn't an option but if FP was going to suggest something like that, you would like an explanation.

That wasn't exactly what the man'd had in mind, if he was telling the truth. Eventually, you could go through initiation and become one of them but at the start, you'd have to fall under another umbrella.

"Not exactly, if you stayed with me though, the ghouls would know better than to even look in your direction" he explained, doing his best to talk to you in a way that wasn't creepy. Gang world was a different thing than you'd ever been exposed to, and it would all seem a little strange until you got used to it.

You hated that it made sense. If you were protected by the serpents in any capacity and the ghoulies made a pass at you, they'd risk starting an all out gang war. It made sense, and right now, it was your only chance. "Okay Jones, I guess we'll give it a try" you agreed, letting his drape his serpent jacket across your back in one solid movement.

You belonged to the serpents now, as far as the rest of the world was concerned.

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Just Dinner

FP Jones x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2600 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Jughead bringing Betty home to meet you and FP for the first time, which is a HUGE deal

(I didn’t include the actual dinner, but I would be open to giving it a shot in a sequel if you babes want to see it)

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What he’d suggested wasn’t that big of a deal, not really.

Young people frequently brought their partners to meet their parents, and after as long as they’d been seeing each other, you shouldn't’ have been shocked that Jughead wanted to take his turn.

He and Betty were getting pretty serious and it was only natural that he take the next step with her, in terms of introducing her to the two most important people in his life outside of his favorite fictional characters and the few close friends he had.

You and FP were going to love her and Jughead was confident that she’d love you too.

It was bound to be a perfect match, albeit strange, just like the two of them were in the first place.

“So, I was thinking maybe I could bring Betty back here for dinner after the dance, If that’s okay?” Jughead had hummed, his words reaching both you and his dad where you were in the kitchen as he passed.

He was heading out for school, and didn’t even bother to give you a second to respond. By the time you’d registered what he’d said, he was already gone.

Not that you were any less thrilled at what he’d asked.

It was finally happening.

Jughead was bringing a girl home.

It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, and in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t. 

He didn’t really ask you to do anything, or need anything from you. He just brought it up in casual conversation, like it was nothing.

He’d always been like that though, and whether or not he thought it was worth making a production for, you knew that it was.

You had heard so much about Betty from him, and you were actually going to meet her, and you physically couldn't have been more thrilled.

Of course, you didn’t want to make a scene over it, not at first. 

You knew that the bigger deal you made out of it, the more uncomfortable Jug would be but it was hard not to be excited. You felt like it was your duty as a stepmom to make it perfect.

After all, you and FP had never done this before, and neither had Jughead.

Not one of you had any idea what you were doing and you didn’t like that very much. 

It made you feel out of control, like anything could go wrong at any second, and that just wasn’t an option.

You needed this to be amazing.

Which, naturally, made you incredibly nervous.

Of all the things that you’d had to face living in this town, nothing had ever really struck you as much as what was going on tonight. 

As far as you were concerned, it was one of the most important things parents could do for their kids.

How were you not supposed to be anxious about that?

“Is the glassware too formal? We can’t just have dinner on paper plates” you asked, buzzing past FP on the couch with the aforementioned glassware in hand.

You just wanted everything to be perfect.

...but it was proving much more difficult to dress up the trailer than you’d anticipated.

No matter what you did, it still looked like two grown men lived here, and while that was normally no big deal, that wasn’t the atmosphere you were going for tonight.

Not that your darling husband seemed to care.

He was perfectly content to just let you rip your hair out like nothing was wrong, like this wasn’t the one thing parents were supposed to actually prepare for.

“I doubt the kids will care what we’re eating off of” FP allowed, taking another swig of his beer, thinking back to a few hours ago when he told you that this was just a casual thing and Jughead would love whatever you put together.

Nothing ever had to be as big of a deal as you made it.

He was sure that whoever Jughead brought through the door, she was going to be just as lovely and down to earth as you were. He hadn’t really raised his boy to care about things like paper plates, after all.

He certainly didn’t.

For your first date in high school, you and FP had eaten burgers and fries in the back of his dad’s pickup. 

He’d taken one hell of a beating after the old man found out about that, but it was worth it.

Even years later when you’d reconnected, he didn’t give his current way of life a second thought.

“But what if they do? This is a huge deal for Jug and I don’t want to be the one to mess it up” you kept on, peeking around the corner once again from the kitchen just to give him that look he already knew was coming.

He loved you, FP loved you more than everything in the world, but sometimes you really needed to take a chill pill.

Anything you did tonight would be far better than what dinner around here normally was. 

You’d set the table and everything, which beat out eating family still on the couch in front of the Tv.

It was going to be okay, as long as you just calmed down and realized what it was Jughead actually wanted. All he really wanted was for the two of you to sit down with his girlfriend for some dinner.

That was it, and FP had every confidence the pair of you could pull that off.

“Honey, everything is going to be just fine” he assured, the most earnest look in his eyes that you’d ever seen. Obviously, he believed what he was saying to be true and you wanted to.

More than anything, you wanted to believe him but you both knew that he couldn’t be completely sure of what he was saying either.

Betty wasn’t from this side of town and no matter what he said, you knew that there was a lot more riding on this than you wanted to admit.

It wasn’t just a parental duty, it was an image thing too.

You needed to do everything you could to prove to Betty that you weren’t just some Southside trash, like everyone may have believed.

That meant that there would be no paper plates and no serpent talk.

You needed to all be on your best behavior, even if it was a little out of your comfort zone.

“Would you please just help me with this? Please” you hummed, truly going for broke as you tried to get him to help you. You felt like you were juggling everything and failing at all the elements at once.

You just needed him to help you make sure everything was alright, then, maybe, you could relax, but not a minute before.  

“Sure thing, sugarbear” he groaned, standing up from the couch and joining you in the kitchen, though he wasn’t entirely there to just help you out.

You knew that as soon as you saw the look on his face. The wheels were definitely turning in that head of his.

“How about I trade ya, you finish this and I’ll figure out the plates” FP grinned, handing you his beer with a wink, clearly proud of himself as he took the stack of plates from you.

You were going to kick his ass.

Still, even being a sarcastic pain in your neck, you knew that FP would do everything he could to help you out. 

He might not have been the most refined of men, but he would always do everything in his ability to make life easier on you.

Even if he thought this was silly.

The truth was that even if FP was a little confused about why this was so important to you, it was endearing to know that his kid meant so much to you. 

Granted, he would sort of expect as much given how long you two had been married.

You had been in Jughead’s life for quite some time now and he wouldn’t have included you if he didn’t trust you to handle it.

He believed in you, and that was all that mattered.

Whatever tonight ended up being like, FP was confident that Jughead would be just as proud as he was.

After all, when Juggie asked this morning, he directed his attention toward you, likely well aware that his dad wasn’t going to realistically put as much into this as you would. 

FP did alright, but his idea of a notable family night would be ordering pizza.

That just wasn’t exactly what Jughead had in mind.

Not that he really would have wanted you to drive yourself crazy over all this either.

“There. Don’t you feel better?” FP joked, watching as you tipped the bottle back, polishing off what was left of his beer as you forced a deep breath from your lungs. 

Objectively, you knew that he was right and that no matter what you did, it would be perfect.

You just had to let yourself relax so that you could actually get this done.

Together.

After all, it was just dinner, it wasn’t the end of the world.

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“You’re sure this is enough?” you sighed, looking over the spread you’d managed to put together with your loving husband.

If you had it your way, it would have been a four-course meal with the best china and polished silverware, but you understood after a conversation with FP that would have been too much for such an extravagant display.

It would literally kill Jughead if he walked in here to find you two, dressed to the nines, sitting around a candlelit dinner.

He’d never get over that.

This would be much better, because it was subtle and casual, like dinner at home always was.

“Yes dear, it’s fine” he grinned, reaching out to take your hand in his own, which he used as leverage to pull you into his lap. 

A soft groan left his lips when your initial weight settled on his frame but you both blamed that on the fact that he was an old man.

You usually did.

In fact, at this point, that was sort of the running joke in your marriage every time something like that happened.

“You better hope so. The last thing I want is for our lousy dinner to ruin Jughead’s relationship” you grumbled, settling further into his hold as best you could. You just had so much nervous energy built up and you didn’t want to sit and wait.

They would be here any minute and you couldn’t help but feel like there was something you were missing.

Something that could be better.

Still, before you could absolutely drive yourself, and more importantly, FP out of your minds, the door rustled open with the sound of Jughead’s house key.

They were here.

Finally,

“It’s fine,” he repeated, giving you a gentle smile as you got up from his lap, tapping your ass gingerly as you moved. 

You both had no idea what was going on as of right now but there was one thing you did know, no matter what kind of job you’d done in here, they were coming in.

This was what it was.

“How’d it go?” FP spoke first, a gentle smile on his face as he thought over everything you’d manage to get done since they’d left. 

School dances had always been fun, at least, he thought they were.

After a certain point, he stopped going and started focusing more on the future he wanted for himself, or more accurately, the future he didn’t have any choice but to accept.

A future that never really included things like school dances or introducing pretty girls to his parents over dinner.

That wasn’t in the cards for him but thanks to you, it was for Jug.

“Alright. We had a good time” Juggie allowed, not shocking you with how quiet he was being, and always was. 

He never really had much to say but that didn’t make the things he did say any less impactful. He expressed himself in other ways, focusing more on the written word.

You were sure that while he didn’t have much to say to the two of you now, he was bound to write something up tonight about how wonderful Betty looked and how the music sucked.

It would be just as profound and full of teen angst as anything else he’d ever written and you’d love every word.

“My feet are killing me” came a second voice, the soft melodic tone of Betty Cooper, who followed Jughead closely into the door, without a second thought.

You were sure that this was a little strange for her, having never been here before or met either of you, but you were determined to make this as painless an exchange as you could, for everyone involved.

“Come on in, make yourself comfortable” you tried, doing your best to be as normal and natural as you usually would be with a gentle grin. 

You had no idea what you were doing, and really, it was sort of hard to hide it.

You weren’t like the mom’s on the North side that had breakfast together once a week and socialized through the high school like she was used to. 

The two of you were outsiders, southsiders to a T, and this kind of family dinner wasn’t something you knew how to do.

The closest you got to family dinner growing up was when your mom was working the bar at the Wyrm. 

Sometimes you’d drop by, play some pools with some of the older serpents and get a sandwich or something for dinner.

It was about as extensive as it got, but you had given yourself just about as much as you could with what you did know.

...and it wasn’t too bad.

You and FP had finished off a pretty nice looking roast, with a side of mashed potatoes and broccoli, all hot and ready on the dining table that you’d set as well as you knew how. 

All in all, it didn’t look too bad and you were sort of proud of how it turned out.

You just hoped it was good enough for Jughead.

“I hope this is okay. Your dad picked out the plates” you allowed, addressing your words to Jughead as Betty made herself at home on the couch, just as you’d instructed. 

Of the two of you, you assumed that she found FP less threatening.

He was far more like what she was used to in Jughead anyway.

There was a humor in your tone as you admired those stupid paper plates on the table, setting on top of the fine china in what he’d called a ‘happy compromise’

It looked ridiculous, but when it came down to it, you were so thrilled about the help that you didn’t even bother to argue with the man you loved.

You couldn’t help yourself.

“It’s great”

That was all Jughead had for you but considering who you were talking to and the history you two shared, you knew that you didn’t need a ton of words to understand that you’d done pretty well.

He liked it and from where you were sitting, that meant everything.

“I’m glad. Now, there’s a beautiful girl in the living room waiting for you” you grinned, heading that way with the young male in tow, ready to start the evening you had ahead of you.

It was bound to be a ton of fun.

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House Party pt.2

FP Jones x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1082 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader has FP in her room, because apparently the party downstairs no longer interests him.

Part 1

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There was a new, stiff air in your room as you turned back toward your bed with FP in tow.

What was normally your only comfort zone, now felt like a strange new land, not even the air felt the same. Though it was possible that had something to do with the tightness in your chest.

FP made you so nervous, even under such casual circumstances.

You felt like you were in a dream, like you could wake up any moment, and you’d be all alone. However, when you shook yourself from thought to find him still sitting there, you decided to rule that out.

He was definitely here, but he also probably thought that you were crazy.

“Sorry, I just usually don’t have company” you explained, somehow hoping that would make you sound like less of a loser. It wasn’t working, or at least, from where you were sitting.

You figured it was just a matter of time before he got up and walked out. However, all FP did was laugh, a deep sexy sort of laugh.

To him, there was something refreshing about how real you were and the small shrug you gave after sold him even more.

You were adorable.

“That must make me pretty special, huh?” he teased, sitting down beside you on your bed, a small smirk on his lips. It really wasn’t fair. As you sat here looking at him, you found it hard to believe that he was so good looking.

If Julie could see you right now, you’d never live it down. You were way out of your depth with him here.

...And that wasn’t lost on you either.

You couldn’t have seen this coming when you woke up this morning, that was for sure.

“Yeah, I guess so” you shrugged again, heat flooding your skin. If visitors to your bedroom needed to be ranked, he’d certainly be the most exciting.

“And what about this guy? He seems pretty special too” FP laughed, reaching out to the other side of your bed to fetch your favorite teddy bear.

As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough.

“Oh God, you must think I’m so lame” you huffed, burying your face in your pillow. You could not believe this, this just could not be happening.

You refused to believe it.

“No, it’s cute” he replied, his voice a little quieter this time. For some reason, his confidence wavered just a little when it came to admitting that.

It was just something that he felt like he had to do with you. There was just something about you that knocked FP off his game.

In the best way.

You were cute.

It was far from what you’d expected but rather than bring attention to that and die of embarrassment, you decided to move onThankfully, FP didn’t seem to mind.

“What are we watching?” he wondered, shifting in the bed again to rest up against your headboard. The action surprised you, though it probably shouldn’t have by now, as FP wasn’t the sort of man to understand boundaries.

However, what got you the most was how he referred to the two of you as ‘we’

You knew that you were reading into this too much and that he was only hanging out because he was bored. It wasn’t like he actually liked you, that was something you didn’t want to forget.

You would just get hurt if you did.

Still, you grabbed the remote from your nightstand and unpaused the movie.

Julie hated that you watched these kinds of movies, she thought they were a waste of time. They freaked her out, but that didn’t seem to be the case with FP.

“Oh, I love this movie” he hummed, opening a can of soda for himself and then one for you. It had been a while since FP had seen the Exorcist but it was something he really enjoyed.

He just didn’t get a chance to do it often.

In fact, when he stopped to think about it, he rarely had a chance to relax or do the things he wanted to at all. If it wasn’t about the gang, he didn’t do it at home.

That was just the way it was.

That being said, it was really nice to just sit here with you.

“You do?” you asked, doing your best to not sound too surprised. You just didn’t think of him liking that kind of stuff.

For you, it made sense. You were a little bit odd to begin with and always had been. It made sense that horror movies were up your alley.

...But FP was cool.

He was popular and hot, with a literal gang no less. It just hadn’t occurred to you before now that maybe you had anything in common.

“You sound surprised” he commented, only slightly watching Reagan spit up split-pea soup on the priest. Most of his energy was focused on looking at you from the corner of his eye.

Neither of you really knew anything about the other but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be worth it to learn.

You seemed pretty cool so far.

“I don’t know. I guess I just figured you wouldn’t like it because you’re you” you shrugged, feeling more and more awkward as the moments ticked by.

Fp nodded, briefly giving your words some thought. It didn’t make a ton of sense to him, at least not in the way it did for you.

“Me?” he repeated, giving up on the moving, turning his body fully to look at you now.

Really, it was hard not to be kind of offended by that. Clearly, you seemed to think there was some huge difference between the two of you.

FP just didn’t get it.

“Yeah, y’know, you’re all hot and stuff. I didn’t think you’d be into the Exorcist” you sighed, truly just going for broke. If he hadn’t walked out before, he certainly would now.

You were sure of it.

“You’re not so bad yourself” FP shrugged, that sly smirk returning to his face. Rather than focus on the clear difficulty you were having with your social standing, he decided to focus on the part he liked.

The part where you called him hot.

You were pretty sure that in the moment, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t decide if he had really said it, or if you’d made it up but there was no real way to misconstrue it.

FP was definitely flirting with you.

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House Party

Young! FP Jones x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1570 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader has a huge crush on FP but she doesn't think he'll like her because she isn't like the girls he usually dates

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As far as reputations went on the south-side, FP Jones was infamous. He was the youngest of his family to ever take over the serpent's gang and he didn’t go anywhere without a posse to prove it.

He was incredible, but you knew that he would never give you the time of day.

It just wasn’t how it worked.

In fact, you would be shocked if he even knew your name-even though you two had went to the same school all your lives and you lived in the same neighborhood.

You simply didn’t command attention like he did. No one paid attention when you walk past, and quite frankly, you preferred it that way.

Slipping under the radar was just how you rolled, it was much easier than having to deal with the ghoulies hanging on you, like they did with the popular girls or getting catcalled in the street.

In fact, you were hardly ever bothered when you walked the halls of Southside High school...until today.

Your step-sister, Julie had decided to throw a party and because she was much more popular than you, people actually showed up. However, when the doorbell rang for the fifteenth time tonight and you looked around to find Julz doing a keg stand-you decided to get the door.

It was probably just the rest of the football team. Apparently, they had stopped to pick up some beers and seeing as most of the south-side was here, you knew better than to leave them on the porch.

That wouldn’t go down well.

However, when you opened the door-there were no jocks to be found. Instead, one man stood in its wake, brown hair parted down the middle and a leather jacket hanging from his frame.

you were so shocked at first, blinking slowly as you tried to figure out if this was really happening or not.

It was FP in the flesh, the guy you’d been completely and totally infatuated with since middle school. You didn’t even know that Julie knew him, led alone that he would come to some party she threw.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, the words slipping from your lips before you even meant for them to.

He looked confused at your question, mostly just trying to figure out where he’d seen you before. Though, that look of confusion quickly morphed into a smirk that could have stopped your heart.

“This is where the party is right?” he checked, looking past your shoulder to the rowdy scene behind you. It was tame, compared to the things that he was used to but it could be interesting.

...If nothing else, he knew that he could find you if he got bored.

You nodded, trying to still your shaking hands as you let him in, pulling the door open all the way to make room for him before closing it. FP watched you, amusement in his gaze as he studied you.

He thought that you were in one of his classes, probably English though he didn’t attend very often.

One thing was bothering him though...he had never seen you at one of these parties before. By his standards, they were more like social gatherings but he didn’t mind.

It was better than going home to his drunk dad and a pile of dirty laundry he had to take care of-even if it wasn’t as eventful as a rager at the Wyrm.

FP just didn’t get it.

You’d never been at any of the other high school parties and now you were getting the door? It didn’t add up. However, when he took another look at you, he realized you weren’t attending this party at all.

Dressing your frame was a t-shirt, which hung low on your shoulders and fell just above your hip line and a pair of shorts. It wasn’t exactly typical of what girls wore to these things but there was something endearing about it.

You weren’t like any of the other girls here, and he thought it was cute, in a quirky sort of way.

“The drinks should be in the kitchen, I’m sure you’ll be able to find Julie” you gestured, instantly regretting coming down to get a glass of water and a snack.

You should have just stayed in your room where you belonged, because FP had just seen you in your pajamas, and probably thought that you were a total loser...not that that was a secret to begin with.

“You know Julie?” he wondered, not putting the pieces together. Julie was at least three years older than you two were, and he wasn’t sure how you knew her.

She didn’t usually make friends with underclassmen unless they could do something for her.

There it was.

That was the line that you dreaded in every conversation.

Your mom marrying Julie’s dad had been the worst thing to ever happen to you because every guy that talked to you now wanted to get to her. You should have known that FP would be no different.

Still, it sucked to hear it out loud.

“She’s my step-sister” you grumbled, hating the words as they bled into the air, seeming to stain the environment all around you.

FP could hardly believe it, he didn’t even know Julie had a sister...led alone the fact that you were that sister. If he had known, maybe he would have crashed one of her parties before tonight.

“Cool, are you gonna hang around? I don’t really care for anyone around here” he asked, making your stomach flip. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought that FP was flirting with you.

...but that wasn’t possible.

Guys like FP didn’t go for girls like you, it just didn’t happen. Guys like FP dated girls like Julie with size 2 waists and a collection of pumps. You couldn’t even remember the last time you wore something other than jeans and sneakers.

Usually, you didn’t have a problem with it but every once and awhile, moments like this came along and reminded you all about everything that was wrong with you.

...Everything you desperately wanted to change.

“I was actually gonna go watch a movie upstairs, I’m not much of a party goer” you shrugged, assuming that you’d just blew it, not that you really cared. As far as you were concerned, FP would be all over one of the seniors before midnight.

He didn’t actually want to spend any time with you. Who would with all the other exciting things he could be doing?

You could have sworn that you saw his face fall a little before he finally nodded.

“Well maybe I’ll come visit you if this gets too painful” he winked, leaving you to it. You let out a deep breath as he walked away toward the living room, your skin felt like it was on fire.

You couldn’t handle this.

Before you could have an actual stroke, you headed back upstairs, hoping to leave all memory of this whole thing behind you in favor of watching MTV until you went to bed.

Julie had a habit of not clearing out until the very last minute and it was likely that the party would go all night long. If you were lucky though, you wouldn’t have to go back downstairs until morning.

...Or at least that was what you were hoping.

Of course, nothing every worked out like that in real life so half way through watching a taping of the exorcist, there was a knock at your bedroom door.

At first, you assumed that it was just Julie, telling you she was going to leave with some guy she just met but if that was the case-she would have just yelled through the door.

This had to be someone else.

You groaned, rolling out of bed and pausing the tape, before making your way over to the door. You weren’t used to being interrupted when you were trying to chill but for all you knew, it could have been an accident.

There were a few different rooms on this floor and they could have just made a wrong turn at the stairs. You wouldn’t know unless you checked.

However, when you opened the door, it wasn’t  an accident at all. Standing there in the hallway, holding a couple sodas between his right arm and his chest, was FP.

You had no idea what he was doing here, but you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him. Even if he got lost and was looking for another room, it was nice to see him again.

As nervous as he made you.

“Hey, the bathroom is down the hall” you gestured, pointing in that way as if that was what he was here for. You had no idea what he was here for but you knew that it wasn’t looking for you.

There was no way he would come all the way up here to find you.

“I actually came to see you” he grinned, holding out a can of pop for you with that same charming smile on his face. You were shocked, mostly, when the words left his mouth but you knew better than to argue.

It may not have made sense to you, but for whatever reason, Fp Jones was standing at your bedroom door and you weren’t going to close it in his face.