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| 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂𝚎 𝗍𝗈𝗓𝗂𝚎𝗋

𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗪𝗘'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦
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based on some of the lyrics from not allowed by tv girl

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age: 16

having a crush on richie tozier was difficult, especially when you two are just friends.

"hey, y/n!"

you turned around to see richie running up from behind you to catch up, "hi, richie!" you said with excitement.

"i haven't seen you all day, jesus!" he says, out of breath.

"yea, haven't seen you either." you say back.

i mean, you did. you saw him in the halls right before 3rd period when you were at your locker. he was leaning into some girls' locker, flirting with her. he, somehow, didn't even notice you.

"so, 6:00?"

"i don't know," the girl replied back to him.

he shot up finger guns and backed away, "right, okay, see you then?"

"in your dreams, tozier."

"okay."

you secretly watched and slammed your locker shut, walking back to class, glad she didn't say yes.

"so, uh- you uh- you busy tonight?" you asked.

he shook his head, "umm, no. not really,"

you quietly sighed in relief, "maybe we could go get milkshakes at the café in town."

he shrugged, "sure,"

"6:00?"

"sure, yeah, whatever, see ya then!" he yelled as he was running ahead to catch up and talk to more people.

5:38 pm ;

you were putting on mascara when you got a phone call from richie,

"hey!" you answered.

"hey, uhm- fuck, i can't make it tonight,"

you blinked multiple times before finding the right words, "shit, that's uh- it's uh- it's fine."

"yeaah, sorry, i totally forgot, this girl makayla and i are going to the movies,"

you bit your lip, "oh,"

"i hope we're still friends..i hope you don't..mind?" he said through the phone.

"yeah, all good," your voice cracked, "no problem."

"okay.." he hung up and you put the phone back down.

you sighed and grabbed your makeup wipes and starting taking it off.

what would you expect from the richard tozier? he's always just been your friend.

next day ;

next day at school, he acted like he totally didn't cancel last minute and you acted like you totally didn't cry after the call.

"boo," he grabbed your waist from behind you while you were at your locker and you let out a small yelp.

"fuck you trashmouth, jesus!" you giggled as you forced him off of you.

"damn, i really scared you, huh?" you slammed your locker shut and you two started walking.

you didn't really speak much, though. you were a bit pissed.

"so uh- you know we have the same math class, right? mr c?" he said.

"mhm,"

"i need your help, i can't get what we're learning for the fucking life of me. could you come over, after school and help me study?"

time skip ; you and richie have been hanging out after school for at least a week now, your  feelings only grew for him.

the day after the math test you have been helping him study for ;

"y/n!! guess what!" he ran up to catch up with you.

"what!" you turned to face him.

he showed you the test, "92%! i passed!"

"yayyy!!" you said, excited for him. he pulled you in for an unexpected hug. you squeezed him tight and so did he.

you pulled apart and took a deep breath, and went in for a kiss.

"woah woah..woah.." he backed away, "y/n-"

"oh. shit, sorry. sorry um.."

"i don't- i don't like you in...in that...that way," he mumbled.

you blinked away tears and fixed your hair, "yea, sorry i don't know what i was thinking."

"i hope we're still friends," you said.

"uh, yeah. i hope you don't mind?" he replied back.

you shrugged, "mhm, yeah, all good. okay- um- i gotta-im gonna go.." you quickly turned around and went to your next class.

a/n: this is bad i apologize