Shut Up, Tozier || R•T [✔]

Comfort

It's easy to say, Sam couldn't sleep. She tried to focus only on the kiss, and not on the encounter, but she couldn't. It was one o'clock in the morning, and Sam was mentally kicking herself for being awake and crying her eyes out. 'You're stronger than this!' She kept telling herself, yet the tears kept flowing.

After a long while of thinking, she decided to call Richie. She was going to call Beverly, but she remembered that her telephone is in the living room. To be safe, she didn't want to wake up Beverly's dad and make him angry. So Richie it was. (She knew Stan would never answer the phone at one in the morning.)

She gingerly picked up the phone from her bedside table. She opened a drawer, pulling out her address book and dialing the number under Richie's name. It rang.

Sam's heart started to speed up, she started to cry slightly more when the phone wasn't being picked up.

"Hello?" A tired voice said from the other line. Sam gasped, seeing as she hadn't expected him to answer.

"Hey, uh. Richie it's Sam." She said, she tried to hide the sadness from her voice.

"Hey... Sam? Have you been crying? Is everything okay?" Richie asked slowly, concern clear in his voice. Sam smiled slightly about how much he cared.

"Um... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called. I'm fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Sam choked out.

"No Sam Wa-" But Sam quickly hung up the phone.

Sam spent about the next 10 minutes with her knees to her chest, crying even harder than before.

Knock. Knock.

Sam let out a slight shriek and shot her gaze to the window. Richie. Her face softened. She walked over to the window.

She was about to unhook the lock and open it before the visions of fake Richie sifted through her mind. Her face became washed with fear, she looked back up at Richie. Tears streamed down her face still.

"What's my favorite color?" She asked just loud enough for him to hear.

"Yellow...?" He said slowly. Sam hesitantly opened the window.

Richie stepped in. He gently grabbed her shoulders and looked at her tear-stained face. He brought his hands up to her cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. He kissed both her cheeks before pulling her into a hug.

"I came down here as fast as I could." Richie said.

"I can tell by your heartbeat." Sam responded, sounding much weaker than Sam wanted.

"Just try to get some sleep okay?" He said, pulling her from the hug to look back into her eyes. "I'll stay here so you can." He smiled sympathetically. Normally, she hated being treated like she needed help like some dying animal, but this was Richie. This was probably the nicest thing Richie has ever done for anyone. Plus, she had to admit, she was glad he would be there.

Sam smiled. Richie smiled back, leaning forward and giving her a slight peck on the lips, catching Sam off guard.

Richie's eyes widened. "I-I'm sorry I should've made sure you were okay with that first and I-" He was cut off by Sam pressing her lips against his again shortly.

"Let's just get some sleep okay Richie?" She smiled slightly. Richie smiled too, nodding.

Richie began making a spot for himself on the floor with a cover that he found.

"You can't be serious." Sam said sternly. Richie looked up confused.

"What?"

"If anyone is sleeping on the floor, it's me. That's what. You came all the way here, I won't let you sleep on the floor. Get up." Sam said, moving from her spot on the bed, trying to take Richie's.

"Absolutely not. I'll be fine." He said. Sam stuck out her bottom lip. Richie stared at her pouting face, trying to deny it. "Fine! But your not sleeping on the floor." He said, grabbing Sam's wrist and pulling her to her bed.

Richie lied down, Sam close behind. At first, they tried to keep their distance from one another. Awkwardness setting in. Finally Sam had had enough of it. She wouldn't be able to sleep with this thick air anyway.

Sam rolled over, wrapping an arm around Richie's waist and wrapping a leg around one of his. She cuddled into his chest. She relaxed when she felt Richie's face in her hair. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Thank you for coming Richie." Sam whispered as she no longer felt scared, and her eyelids became heavy.

"Anytime Sam. I won't hesitate." Richie said. Sam couldn't help but notice that whenever Sam was in distress, he didn't make jokes. She didn't bother bringing it up though.

Sam fell asleep drawing shaped on Richie's chest. It surprisingly really helped relieve her stress.

The last shape she drew before she fell into a deep sleep;

A heart.

And you better believe Richie noticed.