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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚

Smut
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Dear diary,
I had to get this off my chest. We went to the quarry after school today and Richie looked...hot. I never thought I'd write that sentence. I mean, I've always thought he was cute, in a nerdy way. But, it's like he got really hot over night or something. He tried to grab me under the water to play fight with me and oh my god, his hands are so big and he has such a strong grip. I can only imagine the grip he'd have on my- never mind.

Dear diary,
Richie has been really flirty with me lately. He even called me doll today. I tried so hard not to blush but I couldn't help it. I could tell he noticed and he gave me this smug ass look. Not gonna lie, he kinda turned me on. Ahh, what's gotten into me?

Dear diary,
Richie looked so fucking hot today. He got this new ring that had this crimson colored gem in the center of a thick silver band and all it did was draw my eyes to his hands even more. I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel for him to touch me. Ugh. As time goes on, I catch myself fantasizing about him almost every time I look at him. I hope it isn't too obvious.

...

I was rested on my bed, reading a book when my door suddenly swung open.
I jumped in surprise then saw Richie's tall frame walk into my room. He chuckled at my reaction before greeting me.

"Hey doll, you coming to the movie tonight?"
He sat down at the edge of my bed.

It wasn't unusual for one of the losers to show up at my house unannounced. It was either to ask me if I wanted to go catch a movie, join the smoke sesh, swim at the quarry, or whatever other activity they came up with.

But, Richie barging in felt different this time due to my newfound feelings towards him. And that fucking nickname. I was convinced he knew what he was doing to me.

"Oh-uh, yeah. Let me get dressed."

I realized I was only in a tank top without a bra and lounge pants. Richie seemed to realize too. I set my book down and stood up, his eyes following my every movement.

"Or you could just go like that."

I just rolled my eyes and scoffed, unable to think of a response. He makes me so nervous now and I hate it.

I stood in front of my dresser, pulling out an outfit.
"I'm gonna go change in the bathroom."

"You know, I don't really mind if you-"

"Beep beep, Richie."

He shrugged before he moved positions from sitting at the edge of my bed, to resting his back against my headboard with his hands behind his head.

His rings clanked when he interlocked his fingers, his long legs extended down my mattress, his t-shirt rode up slightly when he lifted his arms, showing off a sliver of his bare torso. His curls fell perfectly across his forehead, stopping right above his glasses.

Fuck.

"Don't take too long. The gang's waiting."

I lightly nodded before walking out. When I entered the bathroom, I felt like pressing my back against the door and sliding myself down.
But, I pushed my thoughts aside and got dressed.