Fuck you, bro (Richie Tozier x Male!Reader)

•Twenty Seven•

Word Count: 1012

Warnings: Cussing, awkward social situations, slight mention of trauma, inappropriate jokes.

Song for chapter 27 - "Cheryl" by Yung Gravy.

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"Sup?" I asked.

"...look, about the," Richie spoke up and I dreaded the words that may come out his mouth. I did not want to talk about this.

"Osculation-"

"The huh???????" I looked at him weirdly. The fuck does that mean.

"Uh, kiss." He hesitantly explained.

"Ohhh, who the fuck calls it that? What are you, some old British man? Jesus, who's the nerd now..." I was so taken back by the word, that I forgot this was supposed to be dramatic.

"Shut up, bitch, I'm trying to speak seriously!" He looked at me with a constipated look and I almost busted a lung from how hard I suddenly started laughing. He did join me and it took a moment for us to calm down. This seemed to break the ice, because it was easier to freely talk now.

"Anyway, it's fine. I'm not against it, if you thought that."

"What-"

"I MEAN, I'm not against gay people! I'm NOt- I'm definitely, haha, not gay or anything." I almost tripped over my own feet. Richie looked at me with disbelief. Well, I guess there was no point in keeping up the charade, I made it too obvious. Even he figured it out.

"ALRIGHT, FINE! I like you too." I admitted. He stared at me for a moment.

"Can we make up, make out- I MEAN, can we stop avoiding each other now?" I pleaded. He agreed and we just shared an awfully awkward hug. Fuck, the amount of times I've used the word 'awkward' to describe situations really says something, huh?

"I- uh, isn't this kind of inconvenient?" He asked, pulling back from the hug.

"What'd you mean?"

"What I mean is, you're moving away. We're not really going to see each other, unless you visit me or I visit you. I doubt that'll happen often. There was no point in this, I'm sorry." He put even more distance between us.

"What do you mean no point? By admitting we like each other it boosts our ego for the future and we don't necessarily need to be in a relationship, we can simply acknowledge it. Of course a relationship won't work out, but that's not always the most important thing. I mean, we're not avoiding each other, so that's a good thing, right?" I assured him.

"Well, I guess. But isn't that what people who like each other do? Get into a relationship?"

"As I said, it's not the most important thing. Sure, it can be painful, but it shouldn't be. We admitted it, that's what's most important." I did not know where this sudden enlightenment had come from, but I was spitting knowledge like I was some sort of God spitting bars.

"Alright, for one last time, though, can I uh.."

"Can you what?" I asked, knowing what it was, but obviously not wanting to make the first move.

"Can I," he interrupted his speech again by snorting, "osculate you?"

At this, we had a five minute laughing fit AGAIN.

"But seriously, though, can I?" He asked me again after we had stopped laughing.

"Uhh, suuure" I hesitantly permitted access to my face. He also hesitantly leaned in. The first kiss was quick, so we didn't have time to process it much. This one, though, was extremely sloppy and weird. I mean, we were both out first kisses, so it was bound to end up bad, but I still felt elated that this moment had finally come. He seemed to feel the same.

When we broke up the kiss, we had no idea how to proceed further with socialization. Usually in books and movies, it's like the people know what to say to each other and it's a "comfortable silence", but fuck no. Who the fuck thought of that? That is more common in established relationships. This was more accurate. I would rather label it an awkward silence rather than a comfortable one.

"Do you want to stay here...?" He asked me. It was afternoon, so it wasn't too bad of a choice for a few hours at least.

"Su-yeah, sure, but what're we gonna do? They're all gone and I don't know what else to do, except watch TV again."

"We don't have to do anything, we can fucking sit or lay down on the ground, or whatever. I don't know. Maybe just talk. Where exactly are you going to move to?" He went over to sit down on the carpet, I followed him.

"Seattle, apparently." I shortly replied.

"Wow, I heard that place was really wet!" He winked and cackled.

"Yeah, everyone there is really wet, if you know what I mean."

"You know what? I missed this. We haven't actually just sat down and joked around like this in a long time." He said, subconsciously progressively getting lower on the floor, almost laid down on it.

"Yeahhh...man, high school sucks. I miss when we were all together. The Losers club, I mean." I suddenly felt deep nostalgia.

"Isn't it weird how most of them moved out right away, though?" He asked.

"Not really. There was enough trauma for years from that damn clown. I'm pretty sure Stanley and Eddie dealt with it the worst, so no surprise there." I debunked his suspicion.

"After you leave, I'm just going to be stuck here. Mike is busy all the time, Beverly's dad would be on my ass and Alyssa is just one person, which I'm not used to." He was completely sprawled out on the floor now, sulking.

"Hey! I'm sure you'll find someone else. High school relationships have a rare chance of working out anyway. Maybe we'll meet again someday, though. Just look on the bright side." I crawled over closer to him, laying down on the floor beside him.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna hope everything turns out at least not completely shitty." He frowned turned over to face me.

"It'll be fine, Richie." I assured him, suddenly remembering about his parents. I hugged him and we stayed in that position on the floor for a while.

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Sike bitch you though this was all going to be dramatic? Nah, you guys deserve a break every once in a while. Anyway, I hope your next 24 hours are spent happily.