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A few days had gone by, and my thoughts were spiralling out of control. The best thing for me to do was have some me time. I was sitting on the dorm roof, looking at the beautiful city lights. This was the one place no one came anymore, because it brought back to many painful memories. I sat there thinking about the events that had passed over the past three months.

We had met Cronus for one last fight. Although we had been winning, in the end Cronus got what he wanted. Odie was the first to go, he had always helped us out when we needed it most, but a large boulder to the head ended his life.

Herry tried to out-strength a giant, but in the end, the giant had thrown him against a solid brick wall and he had suffered a really bad concussion and soon after, he died.

And then there was Atlanta. She was always one of the first to get in on the fights, but this was her last. I thought she would've survived, but I was wrong. She had suffered internal bleeding from a blow to the stomach. She died shortly after.

Archie, Jay, Neil and I were the only survivors of that terrible attack, but only two of us were unharmed. Neil's luck had seemed to have run out. He had received a blow to the head that had put him in a deep coma. The doctors told Hera that he could be like that forever and the chances of him waking up were slim.

When Jay learned of the deaths of his friends, he went into a breakdown. He constantly muttered to himself and kept indoors a lot. He got worse and worse until I finally told Hera and she agreed to send him away. He was now in a psycho ward on the other side of town. Not much could be done about his condition; he just didn't want to believe the worst.

So now it was only me and Archie. The team had been broken apart, and it got worse with just me and him in the dorm. Fights became something that came everyday. Archie was angry and sad about Atlanta, and I was upset about Jay. Nothing could bring them back, and we both knew it. Archie would constantly blame himself for Atlanta's death.

"If I hadn't broken my ankle, I could've stopped her from hitting that car," he said sadly from time to time. I just hoped he wouldn't end up like Jay, blaming himself for all that happened. Although Archie and I never got along, I needed someone with me, now more than ever.

*

As night swept over the city, I decided that I should go back inside. I closed the door behind me and walked slowly down the hallway to my room. I hadn't touched any of Atlanta's things, and didn't plan to any time soon. I sat down on my bed and gazed at her things, my eyes sweeping from her pillow to the photo on the bedside table. I picked it up and gazed at the happy faces of my friends. Atlanta loved this photo. I put it down and sighed heavily. I hadn't been out in the town properly since the accident, only to the school and occasionally to the mall. I stood up and decided to find Archie.

I entered the kitchen to find him hunched over some noodles. We glanced at each other, our eyes locking for a split second, before I opened the fridge and gazed in. Nothing really appealed to me so I shut the fridge and sat down opposite Archie. He didn't lift his head for so long, that I thought of leaving. He looked up at me, tears over his eyes.

"Why did we survive?" he asked me. I looked down at the table in thought. Why had we survived? I thought of our three lost friends, and the two that were slowly slipping down the same path. Archie had broken his ankle, because his brace had snapped, and I had dislocated my left shoulder.
I suppose that question and swum around my mind many times, but I'd never really thought about it until Archie asked me.

"I don't know," I replied and looked at him. He hadn't been the same since it happened, but I couldn't blame him. He had lost Atlanta, and everyone knew they both loved each other. Now he was stuck with the drama queen that he didn't even get along with. What was I supposed to do?

*

Later that night, for some reason, I couldn't drift off to sleep. I threw my blankets off and looked at my clock. 2:30 Am. I got out of my bed and tiptoed to my door, opening quietly. I slipped across the hall to Archie's room and opened the door slowly.

"Archie?" I said.
"Yeah?" he replied. I shut his door and stood with my back to it.
"Can I stay with you?"
He was quiet for a moment, probably considering my proposal.
"Okay, come over here," he said and opened his blankets up.
I jumped under the blankets with him, my back to his chest. We lay there for a few minutes, neither of us really tired.

Believe me; I had never had any feelings for Archie. We fought like cat and dog at times, and the team even said we let them down sometimes. I think I was one of the only people who couldn't stand Archie's stubbornness when he took it too far. But while I lay here with him, I felt something I'd never felt before, some kind of feeling, whatever it was, I didn't know. I suppose I felt a lot of things in that moment, one of them being how fast my heart was pounding.

Archie's arm fell across my abdomen and he pulled me a little closer to him. This wasn't right; it was Theresa and Jay, and Archie and Atlanta, not Archie and Theresa. Archie had liked Atlanta for as long as I can remember, so why was he doing this?

I found myself turning around so I was facing Archie, our bodies closer than before. I could feel his breath on my face, and it was sending shivers all over my body.
I wanted this to stop at that moment, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know what came over me, but I said it.
"Kiss me."
He leaned in and stopped a few inches from my lips. "Are you sure?"
I replied by putting my hand to the back of his neck. He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back, if not harder. Some kind of built up energy was released with our first kiss. His right hand travelled down to my waist, his other hand on the back of my neck. He rolled over some he was half on top of me. We continued kissing until he slipped my nightie off my shoulders. I took off his shirt and we continued kissing. His tongue entered my mouth and danced with mine, teasing me. My hand ran through his purple hair as he started kissing my neck. I moaned in pleasure.

Why was I doing this? I felt as if I had betrayed Atlanta somehow. Her and Archie were for each other and I come into the scene and wreck that. I didn't know if this was right, should I stop?

I kissed Archie one last time and then pushed his chest away from me so we broke apart.
"What's wrong?" he asked, rolling to the side. I put my nightie back on and sat up, tears escaping my eyes.
"Theresa?"
"This isn't right, we shouldn't be doing this," I told him. He was quiet for a moment.
"So what was this to you, some sick game?" he asked angrily.
"No," I moaned, "why would I do something like that?"
"You come into my room and ask to sleep in the same bed, and then kiss me? If you don't want this, leave," he said. Was he hinting that he wanted this? I turned to him and didn't move.
"Archie," I whispered. I never got to tell him what I was going to say, because he put his lips to mine and we lay back down, the pleasure returning once more.

I wanted to try something different since J/T and A/A are alway together!

Please R&R