laced veins , discontinued.

your touch

smut warning ,, enjoy :9

the morning arises.

richie's pov : 

"alala.. "

what the hell?

i turned my head just a bit, a little bit because i didn't want eleanor to know im awake, but mostly because i had no energy to turn. i had completely forgot she was here. "lalala... sugar plum's castle, gum drop shop.. sugar crush car crashes, there goes the cops."  she tiredly and half asleep sang, i almost burst into tears as i cackled at her. "what the fuck!" she flinched at me, covering her exposed chest with a blanket. "what time is it?" she groaned. "are you just going to pretend that didn't happen?"

"exactly."

i playfully rolled my eyes, gripping my phone. "11:42" she burst up from her- MY bed, almost rushing to find her shirt. i almost noticed immediately, she had no pants on. i quickly turned away, "where are your pants?!" i shrieked, red covering my face. "i got hot, sorry." she shrugged. i sneaked a quick glance, she had light pink and white laced panties. there was a small red heart on her thigh, i couldn't lie, it was really hot. 

"is that real?" i turned to her, staring at the engraved heart "so you were looking." she scoffed. "me and my boyfriend got matching ones," she laughed. it only made my smirk drop, boyfriend? "ex boyfriend." she corrected. "uh, what was his name?" she glared at me, slipping her sweats on. "mike, mike wheeler. he actually looked somewhat like you!" my eyes widened like eddie's mom's legs whenever she sees me. joking. mike wheeler was my buddy in social studies during the 7th grade. he stopped hanging out with me once he found out i saw 'his gfs' boobies. "i know him!" i screamed, "you're lying." she laughed, slipping her shirt on. "i have to go, i have to tutor some guy down the street at twelve." weird. 

i followed her downstairs, my top half still bare. "richie, where's your shirt?" my mom sighed. i gave her a shrug, following eleanor to the kitchen. "you better get ready, your tutor should be here soon." as i reached for the freezer, eleanor turned to my mom. "he's getting tutored?"

"yeah, richie isn't as smart as he looks. those glasses of his just make people think that way." she said as if i wasn't right next to them. "funny, i have to tutor someone on 29 neibolt street too!" she was talking as if there was a battery in her throat. her sleepy voice was like a dead zombie, but i didn't say anything. i opened the freezer, reaching for four eggo waffles.  "do you want some?" i turned to eleanor. she nodded, scratching the back of her neck. i popped the waffles into my toaster, yawning as i poured a cup of mango juice. "im gonna call your tutor's number, hun. she should be here by now." my mom reached for her phone, dialing the number my 'tutor' had in her description. as it was ringing, a buzz came from el's pockets. she reached for her phone, answering it. "hello?" her retched voice echoed to my moms. "oh!" 

eleanor's pov ;

"you've got to be joking." i sighed, turning to richie. he gave me an awkward grin. "you told me you had straight As in the 6th grade!" "that was the 6th grade!" he spat back. we continued to argue back and forth, until eventually mrs. tozier stepped in. "richie, go put a shirt on!" richie scoffed, making a weird groaning sound. i followed him in his room, preparing for the next 3 worst hours of my life. 

"mom, you can pick me up at 4-6, i have to tutor richie. he's the one who i had to tutor, apparently." i sarcastically phrased, my phone against my ear. i didn't want richie hearing, my mom speaks so loud you can hear her from miles away. "okay, baby. use protection." at first, i didn't get what she meant. "what? use protection? protection for wha-" richie quickly looked at me, twitching one eye. his face was completely red, i only then noticed what my mom was implying. "i have to go mom, stop talking to me about sex!" i turned my phone off, "love you!" was all i heard before hanging up on her. "uhm, okay, what subject do you need help with?" i turned to richie, genuinely curious. he avoided eye contact with me, attempting not to show his red tinted face. "im not going to have sex with you." i sighed, "can you shut up!" he flusteredly shouted, turning to make eye contact. it was cute. "all subjects." "what?"