miller's; richie tozier x reader

3

y/n

upon walking into my house, i am immediately stopped by my two angry parents. "where have you been?" my mother said sharply.

"o-out with stan and bill," i stutter out. it was half the truth, half a lie. "then why were you with that boy outside?! it's 6:40 for christ's sake!" she yelled out as she flailed her arms in frustration.

"from now on, after hanging out with friends, you need to come home with either stan or bill! i don't trust that tozier boy!" i stood there shocked that she knew his last name.

"yes, mom," i looked down and proceeded to walk to my room. i loosen my grip on my tape and a paper falls down. i caught a glimpse of the paper and snatched it before my mother could and i ran to my room.

thanks for today, shortstack.
call me
xxx-xxxx

i close my room door and silently scream at the note. i jump enthusiastically to the phone on my bedside table. wait, is it too early to call now? does that make me seem clingy? maybe i should call later. fuck, what if he's waiting?!

fuck it! i'm calling now!

i dialed his number, waiting for him to pick up. i bit the inside of my cheek, and thought that he wouldn't pick up. "hey, tozier household," i heard the bored and possibly tired voice of richie.

hearing him respond made my eyes light up and my lips curve upwards a little. i find it kind of odd, now that i remember that i hate richie. i don't understand but, oh well.

"hey there, four-eyes." i replied while curling my finger within the wires of the telephone.

"well, well, well, if it isn't the skinny-dipper." he said, and honestly, i can just imagine his smug smile.

we both chuckled and held a quiet silence for a while. "so... ingrid and beverly, huh?" he asked out of nowhere. "yeah, cute couple. bill and alth are pretty good too," i reply. thus, we sit in silence.

the silence is quite awkward. at this point, i'm fidgeting the wire. my mind has been running with stories i could tell. but the thing is, they've already been told. so basically, i don't know what to say right now.

"hey, i gave you that so you could call me any time. i didn't expect you to call now. i told you to get some rest, didn't i?" he sighed. "oh, well-"

"i didn't mean for you to feel bad or anything. i just want to make sure you got enough rest. i don't want you to end up like me or anything," he chuckled. "thanks, tozier." i silently said and smiled to myself. "rest up, buttercup. see you tomorrow, alright?"

"goodnight, richie." i chuckle before hanging up.