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A RICHIE IMAGINE!

the losers walked to the forest. all having smiles on their faces except

richie.

he was hopelessly in love with y/n l/n.

he looked at the way she smiled

the way she giggled

the way her hips swayed when she walked

the way she skipped goofily.

he was in love with her.

ever since she started calling him richie rich, he never doubted his love for her.

ever since she kissed his boo-boo on his hand, he never doubted his love for her.

i mean, what was there not to like about her?

she had a fun personality

she was popular, but hung out with the losers

she included everyone

like richie, when he first joined the losers

she was the one who said,

"hey glasses kid! wanna play with us?"

richie remembered it like it was yesterday.

he wanted to be with her so bad.

it was so easy to have her!

he looked at her again.

she was wearing a pink skirt

with a collared, white tank top.

her white shoes were messed up with mud.

he wondered if the word richie <3 was drawn on it from months ago.

her hair was tied up in a perky ponytail

her nails were painted light pink

on her wrist was a bracelet, the one richie gave her in first grade.

and her hand

her hand, well,

it was holding stan's

their fingers were intertwined.

she looked up at him.

her lips

oh, her lips.

the one richie wanted to kiss.

but instead, her lips kissed stans.

"would you two stop kissing?" bill asked the two.

"no. it's cute." beverly argued back.

i agree with bill, richie thought of saying.

"rich, you okay?" eddie asked, walking next to the boy.

"no."  was all richie replied.

authors note!
first richie imagine!
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