miller's; richie tozier x reader

8

y/n

it's currently monday. i'm drained from all the tears i could ever cry. i walk into school, not caring about the stares i get due to my appearance. i looked like a wreck. all i did over the weekend was hope that the losers weren't doing anything without me.

i walk into my first class, which happens to be lab with althea and ingrid. the three of us are lab partners and over the experiment we're tasked to do, we talk about our weekend.

"so, how are your significant others?" i ask them as althea pours whatever the fuck of a chemical we just made into a tube.

"oh, bill's fine. he's probably tired of me after being around me for so long." althea chuckles. "come on, date already!" ingrid groaned and all three of us laughed. "we aren't going to date. sorry, ladies." she rolled her eyes.

ingrid talked about her marvelous date with beverly, their lunch, a stupid flyer some sad clown was handing out to the people in the park about his services, and of course, the infamous richie tozier came up. "you should give him a chance, y/n. admit that you were head over heels for him before we were losers." althea demanded.

"plus, there's no harm in trying again. it's not like he's going to turn up at your house again." ingrid joked and checked off things to do on our experiment list. "i-i'll talk to him at lunch," i sighed and helped them finish the experiment.

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lunch rolls around and i dread seeing richie again. i walk over to our usual table, one hand supporting the book i needed to read before literature class started, and the other holding a bag with a sandwich contained in it. i sit down and look up from my book to greet the losers.

there's no one at the table but the trashmouth who is nervously bouncing his leg and fiddling with his fingers. "where's everyone?" i asked in confusion.

"i-i uh... i don't know," he tried to lie and i'll give him an A or maybe even an A+ for that effort. for now, i guess i'll play along.

"that's odd. i guess it's just us," i sighed. i was actually saddened that it was just us. "look, i'm so sorry for what i did. it was stupid to go to your house uninvited. i'm sorry for getting you grounded." i look down. oh god, dear god, please just take me anywhere but where i am right now. for fuck's sake, i don't know if you're even real. richie tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "buttercup, please," he pleads. i can't stand to hear his beautiful voice all cracked up.

"i c-can't. not now, richie." he sighs and passes me something wrapped in newspaper. before getting up, the loser whispers almost inaudibly. "i knew this wouldn't work."

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richie

i walk into the library and find the very back corner to see all the losers piled up in one corner on the floor. they all look up with hope in their eyes. i shake my head and they all look down in sadness and disappointment. "b-but w-we planned it out so w-well." bill held althea's hand and sighed.

"althea's vinyl didn't work?" eddie asked. "i gave it to her and left, i don't think she likes it." i sat down with the losers and rest my elbows on my legs. "did you at least apologize to her?" ben asks. beverly holds ingrid's hand worriedly. "i apologized to the best i could, ben."

"it's alright, man. she'll open up soon enough." stan sadly smiled at me. we all silently sat there for a while before they talk about their weekends.

"bill brought georgie over since his parents were out yesterday. he was running all over the place and made us play hide and seek with him," althea smiled after explaining.

"ingrid and i saw this weird, sad clown handing out flyers about the services he offered and at one point he just sadly sat on a bench to smoke a cigarette." we all laughed at that.

"it's always the two couples that have cool stories. the rest of us just fucking suck," stan commented and the rest of us chuckled. "w-wuh-we a-"

"w-wuh-we aren't a couple, as if we believe that, billy goat." i joke. talking to the losers made me forget about the broken girl that i bonded over through a music store owned by our friend's dad.