miller's; richie tozier x reader

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y/n

the week after that was composed of small glances between richie and i. we barely talked that week but at the same time, we communicated through how we looked at each other. like when bill held althea's hand and they giggled like they were in love, richie and i looked away from them and looked to each other. we rolled our eyes and smiled.

it wasn't until thursday that i talked about the trashmouth. it started with the weekly complains from richie about stan leaving with me. just the usual, stan the man is leaving us again! and the skinny-dipper is stealing stan! though he knew that i was going to take him with me.

of course, we ate at the ice cream parlor and talked about the weekly drama. stan talked about a bird fight he witnessed with mike, i talked about the annoying ass chopstick yelling sexual comments at greta's friends. we ate in peace until the trashmouth entered with a new student to derry high. i don't know her name but i've seen her around the halls.

"woah, richie's out with the exchange student," stan commented quietly. "her name's aviana march, i have a couple classes with her." stan explained. i observed the blonde girl laugh with richie as they walked to the line. richie wrapped his arm around her waist.

oh, that motherfu-

"she's from indiana, i heard that she slept with most of the boys in her school." i squint my eyes in disgust. "dude, that's fucking gross," i slapped stan's arm. "just stating the facts," he sighs.

we sit there and gossip about the two, i mostly ask questions about aviana while stan answers them. "do you think they'll end up together?" stan asks me.

"not unless she becomes a loser." to that, we both groan. our table is as full as it can get and yet here comes richie who's most likely going to take her in.

"well, let's just hope that she likes sitting with losers," stan sighs and finishes his ice cream. we dismiss the topic of aviana and talk about birds again. then stan talks about althea's offer to buy him the binoculars he wanted on her trip to hawkins. he was excited about it.

"shit, i gotta go. i have a torah reading with my dad," stan marveled. he left less than five minutes later. that was my queue to leave as well.

i felt the need to visit miller's for some reason. i hopped on my bike and pedaled over there.

upon arrival, i notice that neither althea nor mr. miller is present at the counter. instead, bill is behind the counter.

i walk around the dozens of aisles and stop by the hip hop section. i go through the vinyls and hear the bell ring on the door and two teenagers laughing. i look up to see richie and aviana.

i look away immediately and continue looking through the crate of vinyls. minutes after, i hear richie's voice on the other aisle. "what do you mean you don't like pop?!" he asked aviana as he looked through the vinyls. "well, i don't really like music in general. it's just a waste of my time," she shrugs. "plus, i have better things to do than waste my money on that."

my jaw drops. this woman is fucking satan. how does richie like her if she doesn't like music?! calm your fucking tits, he might not even like her.

i keep that thought in mind and grab a vinyl for my cousin. i get in line but im beat by richie and aviana in front of me. "h-hey, r-ruh-richie," bill smiles and scans his item. "w-wuh-what's wrong with your fucking voice?" aviana laughs. i shift in uncomfort.

i see bill frown, obviously wishing someone would help him out. "i-i-i've g-go-got a-"

"b-buh-bill has a stutter," richie answers. after richie pays and bill gives him the item in a bag, i'm next.

"aviana is a fucking asshole," i comment while he scans and does his thing. "sh-she really i-is," bill replies back. "i-i wish i d-didn't have to w-work her while the miller family's away." bill frowned.

"don't worry about it, they'll be back in a week." he hands me my item after i hand him the money and i leave.