Hey my guys I've watched Clueless twice in the last 24 hours and I don't know whyYYyyY. Also I have no idea what the hell this is but enjoy?
"Hey, Idiot," you greeted your best friend, Richie, as you walked out of the house towards your bike. You and Richie ride your bikes to school together every morning, more often and not without the boys, since you both always manage to be running late.
"Good morning, dumbass," Richie replied, a sarcastic smile adorning his face. You rolled your eyes, shooting him a fake, sugar-sweet grin. Rolling your bike down the driveway, the two of you started on your way, riding at an obnoxiously slow pace in order to miss the beginning of first period.
"Hey (y/n), you're ass looks nice when you're riding your bike," Richie smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, sighing.
"Shut up, you fucking weenie,"you retorted quickly, only slightly amused by Richie's same old bullshit.
"What did you just call me?" Richie asked incredulously, nearly stopping his bike altogether. You simply looked over at him, raising an unimpressed eyebrow and shrugging.
"Did you or did you not just call me a weenie?" Richie asked, and you laughed, not giving him a straight answer as you brought your bike to a stop near the first bike rack you saw.
"I may have," you said flippantly, as you reached down to chain up your bike.
"You know what? Square up!"Richie said, putting up two fists, only after pushing up his thick-rimmed black glasses.
"Tell me to square up one more time and I'll kick you in the dick," you retorted, resting your hand on your hip and serving him a stone-cold glare.
"Kick me in the ding-dong, and see what happens," Richie warned, copying your stony look. However, after a few seconds, you both dissolved into a fit of laughter.
"You have no idea how much I love hanging out with you," you managed out in between laughs. Richie looked at you thoughtfully, a lazy grin on his face. Something that you couldn't recognize flickered in his eyes, and in an instant, his hands were on your waist and you were nose-to-nose.
"Kiss me, Richie,"you breathed, looking into his dark eyes. A second later, Richie's lips were on yours, soft and sweet. Your eyes fluttered closed, you only being able to vaguely recognize the feeling of your eyelashes hitting the lenses of Richie's glasses. Half a minute later, you both pulled away, breathing heavily and grinning like love-drunk idiots.
"Well I think this qualifies as the best morning of my life," you announced, earning a laugh from Richie. He slung his arm over your shoulders as the two of you walked towards the school doors, his cheeks tinted just the slightest peachy pink.
You couldn't help but see Richie's face in a new light. His pale skin was delicately freckled with mocha dots, and his dark lashes reached nearly down to his cheeks when he blinked. You were absolutely mesmerized, and you couldn't believe this vulgar dork was into you.
