A short story of two girls having a fight over chocolate.

Obie tries to grow up with debatable success. Archie doesn't even make an attempt. Post-novel. Undertones of ArchieObie.

Carter would tell people years later that a trip to the grocery store changed his life. Carter-centric ft. Archie.

Or, "How Obie Figured Out He Liked to Kiss Boys, And More Specifically, That He Liked to Kiss Archie." ArchieObie. Post-novels.

"We never really get out of high school, do we?" Archie, Obie, and growing up.

Nobody has seen Archie Costello since he graduated from Trinity. [oneshot] [obie-centric]

He's a scrawny little eighth grader with a mind more manipulative than his face could ever betray, looking for protection from the constant pushing and shoving. What Archie Costello didn't expect was for the need for companionship to be mutual. Pre-Chocolate War, possible Archie/Obie.

The papers will say that he died in his arms, like Juliet Capulet gone wrong. Jerry/The Goober.

If not fearing death makes him inhuman, then so be it. Archie-centric.

"I'm trying to say that I hate you, I hate you more than I've ever hated anybody in my whole goddam existence, but it just isn't coming out." "Perhaps that's saying something about your feelings about me." Archie/Obie-ish, post-Beyond The Chocolate War.

It's a law of nature, the all too true fact that there will always be someone to prey on the predator. One-sided Archie/Obie.

Sometimes you wish your life was as drably normal as everybody else's. Archie always manages to convince you otherwise. Archie/Obie, slight drabble.

In which Archie Costello contemplates life after Trinity. Vignette, post Beyond. Reposted.