'shut it, tozier. i'm just trying to enjoy my summer without you flirting with me'
'i'm not flirting with you, i'm just being extra friendly to someone who is extra attractive'
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richie's point of view
i walked through the front door of my house as I smelled the chicken and pasta my mom had been cooking
'richie baby! i'm glad you came back so early! I just finished decking the table so let's sit down and eat!' my mom said with a huge grin on her face
i, however, had a huge frown on my face as I sat down next to her on the dinner table
i picked at the food my mom had put on my plate
'richie baby, what's wrong?' she asked me worried
suddenly, it was as if my body couldn't take it anymore
i burst out in tears, with everything that has happened this past week finally catching up to me,
'mom, she doesn't- we can't' I continued sobbing trying to explain to my dear mother what was going on while her son was sobbing right in front of her eyes with no explanation at all
she put a hand on my back and rubbed it slowly,'richie, honey. i'm sorry' she apologised
'don't be, it's all my- that- it's all my fault'
victoria's point of view
'victoria, wake up you're gonna be late for school again' steve groaned in annoyance as he opened the door to my room
my eyes fluttered open, as the cold november month finally kicked in, the cold sunshine seeping in through the crack of my curtains
'hm' I mumbled as my arms stretched out, making them cold as they left the safety of my warm covers
'breakfast in 15 minutes, be there or be hungry' steve said again as he closed the door and left
i got up from my bed and walked over to my closet
i looked through the heaps of clothes, organised on hangers, and then noticed something
richie's sweater; he had left it here some time back and I guess it ended up in my closet
i gently took it off it's hanger and looked at it
it was simple, basic almost, with an array of colours,
the sweater was knitted by most likely richie's dear mom,
and had blue and black stripes and patterns stitched finely across the whole sweater.
in the places where there wasn't any patterns, it was grey
it was so pretty; and even though richie rarely wore it because of it's big size, I still adored it when he wore it;
it was probably one of my most favourite things he owned
