miller's; richie tozier x reader

6

richie

it's saturday morning and i'm still yelling in my head. why'd i do that?! the only fucking chance i'll have to make our friendship right is at school, which is hard enough.

today, i have plans with beverly and ingrid at the aladdin theater. we aren't going in the theater to watch anything though. just outside on one of the benches.

i arrive outside the theater on my bike and see the two lovebirds quietly giggling at a flyer. "hey, gay ass motherfuckers!" i yell at them once i get closer. "beep beep, richie," ingrid rolls her eyes.

they talk together for awhile, suddenly making me feel like a third wheel. i sit with an uncomfortable feeling of... jealousy? i'm not jealous of beverly, nor am i jealous of ingrid. i'm jealous of their relationship, their connection. i suddenly blurt out, "how does it feel like to be in a relationship?" ingrid turns her head at me with a smile. "well," she started.

"like—as cliche as it is—the butterflies are there, the sparks is alive and, honestly, i can't have these thoughts worded out but, overall, it's definitely great." a hint of shyness was present in her voice as she spoke. i sigh and look down, silently wishing for love like theirs. "will i ever feel that?" i ask again.

"of course you will. everyone deserves love."

"what if.... what if i'm in love but i don't know it?"

ingrid shrugged a little. "some people see what others can't. like, bill and althea. they have good chemistry. y/n and i talk about them." she smiled.

"w-what if i'm in love with someone that hates me?"

i received a look of sympathy from her. "maybe they don't see it yet. i mean, people sure say love is blind."

"but what do i do if i've wronged them to the point that their parents get mad at me?"

they both stare in shock. "that's..." ingrid started.

"well, that's quite specific," beverly replied.

ingrid looked at the ground and thought for a moment. "i guess you can figure out what you guys like in common..? don't change yourself just for them, otherwise, they won't know the real you. start off slowly."

"wh-what if we sit together everyday and calls m-me the four-eyed pervert?" i put my head into my hands.

they both stare at me in slight surprise.

ingrid leans back onto the bench before talking. "we take it you like.. y/n?"

"yes, very much, yes." i sigh.

"what makes you like her?"

"her stubbornness, her smile, her taste in music, her-"

"richie, we care about you and i think that from hearing this, you really do love her. maybe confront her at school about it? we'll try to talk to her and maybe we can get the other two lovebirds on this if you talk to them." they sympathetically smile.

"the music store is just around the corner. visit althea and maybe buy a vinyl for y/n, alright? you got this!" with that, i got up and slowly walked to my bike, hoping i had enough money for a david bowie vinyl.

as i hop onto my bike, i looked back to shout a thank you. after seeing them wave, i make my way to the music store.