miller's; richie tozier x reader

16

y/n

the communication i had with richie after the kiss wasn't what i expected it to be. upon arrival at school, i saw richie with aviana. they were laughing as he had his arm around her waist and her head resting on his shoulder.

i didn't mind at first, thinking that it was just a friendly thing. throughout the school day, i tried talking to richie. this included me trying to stop him before he went into his classes and trying to leave with him during the classes we did have. to this, tozier ignored me. i was hurt, very fucking hurt.

during lunch, the group held a happier feeling as we all talked like we used to. but, of course, what would be a losers conversation without the topic of richie?

"there he goes again. richie fuckboy tozier." eddie rolled his eyes. "g-guys he doesn't m-muh-matter. we're happy n-now anyway."

the losers chattered in hatred for richie. the girls stayed out of it. althea clung onto bill, hoping to make him feel better. ingrid and bev pretended this wasn't happening. i just sat there, wondering if i should tell them about the kiss at the barrens.

no, don't. they won't believe you. well, they should. they're my friends. they'll think you're kidding.

i decided on not telling them, considering that it could go badly in so many ways. thus, i kept quiet.

after school, i visited miller's for the fuck of it. i wasn't looking for anything, just checking out things i've already seen. i arrived just after bill. he was about to visit althea.

i look through all the vinyls i've seen before and think of school. work, tests, homework, all the boring shit.

this was until i heard a voice, "hey, buttercup." i look up from the crate to see richie. "richard," i greet.

"how's my beautiful girl doing?" he asked and placed his arm around me, the same arm he had around aviana.

"good," i silently said. his arm loosened on my shoulder. "are you okay, lovely?" he genuinely asked.

"yes, richie. i'm fine. just.. just stressed." i look up at him reassuringly. he moved his arm and held my hand instead. "you can talk to me about anything, okay? i don't like seeing you sad."

okay, what the fuck is going on with richie?! how is he so suddenly caring when he was neglecting me this morning?

"y-yeah," i whispered. he squeezed my hand reassuringly and left to the buzzer. "OPEN UP, STOP FUCKING EACH OTHER!" he yelled.

"BEEP BEEP, RICHIE!" they yelled.