miller's; richie tozier x reader

4

y/n

the next day, i suddenly feel embarrassed and even regretful for yesterday. maybe my mom was right, i shouldn't trust that tozier boy yet.

at lunch, all nine of them sit in our usual table and talk about recent things going on. "gretta keene's leaving apparently," eddie commented. "fuck, no way!" richie smiled.

i walk over to the lunch table with a saddened look in my eyes that i didn't know i had. i sigh as i hear the voice of a trashmouth. "holy shit, what happened to you?" he asked as i took the last free seat on our table. "nothing, pervert," i reply.

ingrid and althea both exchange worried glances. they both decide not to worry too much about it and go back to what they were doing. althea goes back to writing whatever is in her notebook. ingrid goes back to drawing beverly.

"y/n, w-wuh-wanna h-hang out with s-stan, ah-althea, and i at th-the b-barrens later?" bill asked me. "yeah, totally. since stan's a family friend, my mom wants me to go home with him and stuff."

"cool, we'll see you later, alright?" althea smiles as bill and she prepare to leave. i nod in response. "don't get freaky, fucking lovebirds!" richie yells out as they walk away. "BEEP BEEP, RICHIE!!" multiple people of the group frantically yell.

i lean back on my chair and a puff of air escaped my lips. i internally cringe at the thought of calling richie and the silence it came with. i was staring into space for a while, i didn't notice a hand snapping its fingers in front of my face. i feel a foot nudge my leg, i look under the table to see richie's shoe. he passes me a note from under the table.

did you get enough rest, skinny-dipper?
stop being so pissed off and talk to me!

my jaw drops at the note and i roll my eyes. i decide to go follow where bill and althea have gone and ingrid follows with beverly.

i could feel richie being dumbfounded at the sight of me leaving. i just shook off that thought. i simply ran hand through my hair as i pushed open the library's door. i scanned the room, looking for my friends until my eyes land of them. they're at an aisle of bookshelves, quietly laughing at whatever.

curious, i walked closer to see althea, pointing at a drawing inside a book. it's a poor illustration of a kid.

"wh-whu-wh-wha... fuck.." bill struggles to say through his laughter. "what's wrong?" althea asks for him.

"hmm? oh...! richie's just being annoying." i nervously chuckle. "o-oh.. w-well you're w-wuh-welcome to join us." bill smiles at me and goes back to giggling with althea. i sat down at their table, letting a small smile form on my face at the two. i notice how the both of them are quite close to each other. i mean, how their heads and shoulders are touching. it's cute, honestly. i feel they're going to end up with each other. their small glances at each other makes my heart ache in happiness.

ingrid and beverly walk in with annoyed faces as i hear richie yell, "just tell her!" the couple sits down and they both admire each other. of course, they hug and kiss at times and you hear an occasional whisper and giggle from the two. ingrid decides to draw on beverly's hand as she rests her head on ingrid's shoulder. at times while ingrid is focused on the drawing, beverly admires her focused face and she probably thinks i'm so lucky to have her.

suddenly, richie busts through the library doors, looking for me. althea gives a knowing glance at me and i hide within the many bookshelves. i hear a breathless richie a couple seconds later. "fuck-uh guys? have you seen y/n around anywhere?!" he exclaims, getting shh's coming from other students in the library. "n-no. s-sorry, ruh-richie." bill answers and goes back to talking with althea.

"come on!! you two have to be lying! she's gotta be here!" richie whisper-yelled. "why do you care so much for the skinny-dipper all of a sudden?!" i hear althea snap and i peep through the gap in the books. bill quickly grabs her hand from under the table as if to calm her down. i move a bit more to face the bookshelf so i can see a bit better. richie makes eye contact with me and immediately runs over toward me. "buttercup, i'm sorry for saying what i said in that note and the note previously, i shouldn't have made you feel awkward and i-"

i walk past richie. he rolls his eyes and stomps out of the library angrily.