It takes about 15 minutes to get to the Starbucks. When we go in, all the baristas are staring at me. I walk to the counter with Richie right beside me. "What do you want, hot stuff, other that me looking at your amazing body?" The cashier asks, making me extremely uncomfortable. Richie senses my discomfort and wraps his arms around me, which instantly makes me feel a little bit better. "I would appreciate if you didn't hit on my boyfriend, thank you" Richie tells the cashier, he then turn to me. "What do you want to drink, baby?" he asks. "An iced caramel macchiato with double whip" I tell him and lean into his side. "He would like an iced caramel macchiato with double whip and I would like an iced white chocolate mocha and a cinnamon roll" Richie pays and we sit down. "Thank you" I tell Richie. "Well, you were obviously uncomfortable, and you're what? 18?" "17" "And at the youngest she's in her late 30s" Richie says as he pulls me closer. I lay my head on his shoulder and cuddle close. "Mike, your order is ready" one of the baristas calls. "Sorry, I'll go get it" Richie says. "Mike?" I ask, giggling. "I don't want one of them to say I'm here because a bunch of fan girls will show up" Richie explains. We snuggle close as we drink our coffee and share the cinnamon roll. Bev and Ben arrive and order their drinks. "What did we miss? We were only apart for like 20 minutes." Bev says when she sees Richie and I cuddling and Richie feeding me. "That cashier is like 38 and she was hitting on Eddie. She called his hot stuff and said that Eddie wanted her to look at his amazing body. It obviously made Eddie uncomfortable so now we're fake dating" Richie explains. I shiver and Richie looks over at me. "I'm cold" I tell him. He takes off his sweatshirt and hands it to me. "Just so you know, you're not getting this back" I tell him. "Acting or for real?" Richie asks. "For real, it smells good." I tell him, I am starting to wish this was real. "Fine, I guess you can have it" Richie kisses my cheek. "I wish this was real" I mumble into his shoulder as I hide my blush. "What, cutie?" Richie asks, then kisses the top of my head. "I wish this was real" I whisper in his ear. "We can talk later" Richie whispers back. "Bev and I are going to go to my house, see you guys later" Ben says. "Bye! It was nice to meet you, Bev!" I say. "So you actually want to date me?" Richie asks, as soon as Bev and Ben walk away. "Yeah. I promise I won't treat you like the others did, Chee" I answer. "I'm not worried about that. If you were going to, you wouldn't have told me not to touch you. So, boyfriend, come sit on my lap, if you want to" Richie tells me. I climb into his lap, and I learn I fit perfectly. "I want to go home, Chee. I'm tired." I tell Richie. "Ok, baby. I'll drop you off" Richie says. "No! I want to go with you!" I say as I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head into his shoulder. "You're clingy when yuo're tired." Richie says. "Sorry" I unwrap my arms and go to sit up but Richie holds me in place. "It's cute, just like you" Richie kisses my nose. I wrap my legs around him and kid his cheek. "Can I kiss you?" Richie asks. "We've been kissing" I say. "A real kiss, on your lips" Richie explains. I respond by leaning forward and kissing him. "Can we go home, Chee?" I ask as I rub my eyes. "Mine or yours?" Richie asks. "Yours. I need to let Ben know but I'm comfy." I say. Richie reaches into my back pocket and grabs my phone. "Does 'Hey Ben, I'm going to stay at Richie's' sound good or do you want me to write something else?" He asks me. "Send it" I say with a yawn. "Baby, it's like a 45 minute drive so you can sleep. I'll carry you inside" Richie says. "Can we snuggle when we get there?" I ask and kiss his jaw. "Of course, cutie. Let's go" he says as he carries me to the counter. He gets a drink carrier and a bag for the cinnamon roll. As Richie turns to walk out, the creepy barista winks at me and mouth bye sexy. When Richie sets me down he sees I'm close to tears. "Hey, what's wrong?" Richie asks as he rubs my cheek with his thumb. "She hit on me again. She winked and mouthed bye sexy. I never want to come here again!" a few tears escape my eyes. "I'm going to file a report against her and get her fired. I'm so sorry, baby" he wipes away my tears. "It's my fault for wearing this outfit" I say, looking down at the ground. Richie gently tilts my chin up to look at him. "No, baby, it's not your fault. She's a creep, ok?" Richie says. I nod my head and he sits in the driver seat and starts to drive. I guess I end up falling asleep because we're at Richie's house and he's carrying me to his room. I kiss the side of his neck to tell him I'm awake. "You can go back to sleep, beautiful" Richie tells me. 'Do you have any clothes I could borrow? My shorts are kinda uncomfortable." I asks, still half asleep. "Of course, they might be a little big though." He replies. "Can I still wear the sweatshirt?" I ask. "You said you're keeping it, remember?" He hands me short and turns around so I can change. "I'm dressed" I tell him. He picks me up before laying down. "Let's go to sleep" I say. He pulls me close and I lay my head on his chest. I fall asleep to Richie softly humming while he runs his fingers through my hair.
