Richie Tozier was a natural firebrand, always breaking the rules everywhere he went. He would always have mutual feelings with his group of friends. But I wanted to change that for he was my best friend. I would see him at school today. I hoped nothing would hinder with my plans of speaking with him. As I walked to school he was outside skateboarding with his so-called friends. I wonder how he could do that unscathed. The curly, black, haired boy walked towards me with a smile.
"Hey y/n" he said and put his skateboard down on the hard cement sidewalk. "H-hey" I said fiddling with my fingers, I didn't know how to say I didn't like what he was becoming. "So how are yo-" he said before I cut him off. "Can I talk to you?" I said and he gave a surprised look. "Yeah sure" he said and slung an arm over my shoulder. "What did you want to talk about again?" He said raising an eyebrow.
I felt uneasy with what I was about to say to him, maybe I should dissuade my plans of speaking with the boy. I looked into his dark brown eyes and said "I don't like the person you're becoming.." His soft face expression turned into a cold one filled with indignant feelings. He scoffed and then spoke "I don't care, what anyone thinks. I don't even like who I'm becoming anymore. Just leave me alone."
I felt tears form in my eyes, I walked away from him and pelted to my house.
He just stood there emotionless as I ran away. Never have I felt this lonely, I had lost my best friend. My only best friend for that matter. That was a terrible feeling, to feel unloved by all. That thought had been like a plague in my mind.
A few days later Richie came over to talk to me. He stood outside my door and then knocked. "Y/n I'm sorry I shouldn't have acted that way". "I'm sorry too... I shouldn't have said that." I said. "You don't have anything to be sorry about" he said and hugged me. I thought he was upset with me. At that moment I felt transparent to him, like he could see my happiness.
"I won't hang out with them again I promise." he said "promise?" I said and held out my pinky. "I promise, y/n". He said and held out his pinky. Our two small fingers intertwined. He never broke his promise ever. It was almost indispensable to not break it. I knew this because, friends don't lie. A tear slipped from my eyes and he wiped it away with his thumb. "You look beautiful" he said and in that moment I knew friends don't lie
Stranger things inspired me to write this chapter. 🥀🦖
