polarioid pictures. 💌 ~ richie tozier x reader

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a/n: play the song when i say, it sums up bill's thoughts. not romantically, but the lyrics are really perfect for this, and if you listen to the songs i add, i adore you. i put a lot of though into them. ♥️

7:57 at bill's house

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richie's pov
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"so are we sleeping over, or what?" richie asked pushing up his glasses.

bill shrugged his shoulders, still looking down.

"yes, you guys can. i'm not sure, but i think we might have extra sleeping bags." you said looking around the basement.

you pulled out a huge backpack filled with camping supplies, but only took out what you needed.

the bag was from when your family went camping with bill's, before all of what happened.

it included multiple tents, survival books, old water jugs, and of course, many sleeping bags.

mike helped you take out the sleeping bags and out the rest of the supplies that fell out, back inside the backpack.

you tossed a sleeping bag to each of the guys, and bev and ran upstairs to get on the wooden plank to get yours from your room.

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bill's pov
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what if we really drifted apart?

i went upstairs to get a glass of water and clear my mind.

stan followed after me and stood next to me and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

"are you okay? you looked a little off in the basement."

he put his hand my shoulder.

"y-yeah. i'm f-fine." i said with a fake smile.

"alright, bill." stan said as he poured some milk into his cup and walked away.

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richie's pov
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"y-y/n!" richie said as he held your backpack.

"what the hell are you doing with that, richie?"

he dug around and pulled out the pictures.

you gestured your hand and nodded your head.

"yes?" you said smiling.

he held your hand and pulled you to his sleeping bag.

the both of you sat down and looked at each of the pictures.

"when we first danced, i thought it was the best thing that's ever happened to me." he quietly laughed, holding your waist.

you lay your head on his shoulder and admired the pictures.

as you looked at the pictures for what seemed like the millionth time, you got that same feeling.

who knew how much that day would lead up to.