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Long legs dangled over the bed that Archer was lying on. A book held in front of his face reading away leisurely. He was still not ready, dressed in a t-shirt and still damp shorts. The tall teen spent the day together with his ride or die, Marisol Castillo, on the beach. They had decided it was necessary if they were to make it through this evening. 

A low grunt left the boy as he threw his book to the side. His green eyes staring up at the ceiling before turning his head toward his closet where his outfit was hanging on the door. Slowly the curly-haired boy stood up walking over to the simple navy jacket and a light blue buttoned-down shirt. Letting his fingers trace the collar of the jacket. With a sigh, he peeled the t-shirt of him and started to get changed.  

Archer ran his hands through his hair for like the twentieth time as he stood in front of his mirror making sure that everything looked ok. He had intentionally not washed his hair after his beach excursion because he loved what the saltwater did to his hair, even though there was some amount of sand in it, a small price to pay for that whole beach-bum look.

When he was satisfied with how he looked he grabbed his phone checking if April had texted that she was outside. Obviously she wanted to be the one that picked him up and not the other way around. The motorhead girl wouldn’t be caught dead stepping into the rusty blue deathtrap that Archer called a car. Her words, not his. 

He pocketed his phone and made sure he had everything before he headed down the stairs to wait for fo his date. To his dismay, his mother was waiting for [i]him[/i] at the bottom of the stairs.

[color=369951]“Oh you look so nice Archie!”[/color] she exclaimed holding her hands together in front of her in excitement. When Archer had said he was taking April to the valentines day dance his mother had become beside herself with joy. Which annoyed him more than he could ever explain. It showed that his mother still had a small part of her that thought maybe he wasn’t gay after all… maybe it [i]was[/i] just a faze. 

[color=369951]“Garrett! Come here!”[/color] she called out to her husband. 

Archer could already feel a migraine coming on as he heard his father walking up toward them. Archer plastered on a thin-lipped smile as he turned to face his parents. To his surprise, his father wasn’t wearing his usual scowl. His mother must have told him her theory and lit that small light of hope inside of him as well. 

[color=389984]“So Archer! You have fun with that girl tonight… not to much fun eh?”[/color] Garrett jokingly commented putting an arm around his wife.

Trying to stifle a laugh Archer bit his lip. [color=35996B]“Yeah uh I don’t think that’ll be a problem dad. You-”[/color] his sentence got cut short by the doorbell ringing. A smirk creeping across his face as he turned to open the door. There was something that they were bound to notice and the shock value alone was making up for the pounding in his head.

[color=35996B]“Hey, April!”[/color] Archer smiled as he put a hand on the small of the girls back ushering her in to display her in front of her parents in all of her pregnant glory.

His parent’s faces quickly went from happy and excited to dread in about a nanosecond. A huge smile was plastered on Archer as his parents stood silently looking at the pair.           

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