miller's; richie tozier x reader

5

y/n

i still hung out with althea and bill but not at the barrens. we were at althea's house. as per usual, instruments scattered the area and so did books and vinyls. we sat and talked for a bit before bill addressed the richie situation.

"s-so w-what's g-going on with you and richie?" bill asked as althea stopped playing the piano to wait for my answer.

"i still hate him, bill. my opinion has never changed on such a thing," i rolled my eyes. "why don't you try to resolve the conflict with him?" althea asked while putting on bill's flannel. "there's no conflict to be resolved." i groan.

"you're so lucky you live above the music store, you get all the vinyls and shit before anyone!" i sigh, trying to change the subject. "bill finds it scary because he doesn't want someone breaking into my room thinking there's tapes in here," the three of us giggle. "the family business keeps us going, i guess. we're one of the only music stores in derry."

(hi yes, author here. i ship billthea)

i look up at the clock pushed against althea's wall. 4:23, it says. "guys, i should head down and go home. my mom has been all fussy about the time i get home recently when hanging out with friends. nice hanging out with you guys!" they both wave back in response. bill doesn't need to worry about what time it is since he's staying at althea's for the weekend.

i hop down the stairs and i'm greeted by richie looking through the crate of vinyls next to the door. he sees me but looks through me as if i'm invisible. he doesn't say a thing and neither do i. i think of saying something, anything, to him. i think of absolutely nothing and my legs continue to carry me out of the store and all the way home.

i walk down the pavement, hands shoved inside my pockets. contemplating about the encounter with richie has me sighing. fuck, that was harsh, i thought to myself as i pick up the pace and walk home.

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richie

after y/n leaves, i quietly curse myself for not talking to her. maybe i should call her up and apologize tonight, i thought while putting a vinyl back into its case. should i ask bill? fuck, as if he would know what to do. i could ask eddie if he wasn't busy getting x-rayed.

i bike home empty-handed as i think of anything i could possibly do to make her like me again. again?! she's never liked you, richard!

i bike to her house and assume that her folks aren't home. as soon as i reach her porch, i drop my bike breathlessly and walk up the steps. i ring the doorbell and i'm greeted by mrs. l/n.

"why look who we have here!" she angrily said. her left hand was holding the door while her right hand was reaching to go to her hip. "y/n!!" she called out and glared at me. in a matter of seconds, a very distressed y/n came running down the stairs.

"mom, i need to..." she trails off once she sets her eyes on me. "explain why richard is at our door! what did i say about b-"

"mom, i don't even know why he's here! i barely talked to him today!" she retorted before her mother could finish. "you are grounded, young lady! how dare you lie to me!"

"mom, i didn't invite him!" she yells back and glares at me. i stand there in utter shock. "mrs. l/n, i-"

"shut it, richard! go home!" i then ran out the house and onto my bike to get home.

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y/n

"what did we tell you about that richard tozier kid! he'll only bring trouble to you. we are not letting you leave this house over the weekend!" my father yelled as i sat down, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

"you may go," my mother sighed in disappointment. i cried in my room that night. this was all richie's fault. what was he even doing at my door?!

i sigh and drift off to sleep.