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*i just finished watching 'TEOTFW' and I'm upset so here's this. Oh, and it's a long chapter like, 3,000 and something
"Wait, so why was I the topic of your discussion?"
"Okay, one: when are you not the topic of my discussion? And two: it wasn't just you it was girls in general."
Richie was telling me all about how he was fishing for answers. He 'casually' asked Zach what his type of girl was. We were looking for ties, cheap ones, we were kids after all. He hated it, I was the one who was doing all the work. Seemed to sum up our relationship, somehow I was fine with it.
"And he said?" I asked him to continue, he squirmed uncomfortably as I tighten this tie. Richie stuck his tongue out as if I had done it too tight, so I loosened it.
"He said that he liked girls who weren't bossy, they couldn't be bitches who told him what to do, they had to be like his mom." I furrowed my brows at him, the statement was crude and I didn't appreciate it.
"Okay, rude," I said even though Richie probably thought the same but wasn't as much of a prick about it, "and why did you come slamming my bedroom door this morning?"
"Trust me, babe, you'd better get used to all the slamming because in a couple more ye- ow" I had hit Richie on his head.
"Richie Tozier I will not let you even enter a thought in my mind if you finish that sentence." I scolded the boy as I held a tie next to his neck before discarding it. It wasn't the right color for me or him.
"Yes, mom," he mocked before answering my earlier question, "cause I asked him what he thought of you as he said, I mean his exact words were, 'she's hot, but she's a bitch sometimes and thinks she knows everything'." I paused when he said that, it kind of hurt, but I would never let Richie see that. Why would I?
"Wow, and you didn't, like, blow up or implode or anything?" I said laughing, it's not that I cared what Zach thought, I hardly knew him and his judgement didn't play apart in my life, it's how he was right. I always thought that those were good qualities to have but Zach isn't someone like me, his values were different and when you're valued are different from someone's who could possibly affect your life, it made me start to think.
What if one day in my life I met someone like Zach at my job. What if I was an artist but my boss was someone like Zach and they hated me? It's hard, my life's always been hard. I'm black, I'm a female, and I'm a kid, my life is shit.
"No, I pushed him onto the ground and almost decked him in the face, but instead I told him to not talk about you like that," I gave him an impresses look, "then I got on my bike and picked you up, now here we are." He said gesturing to my room my mom had picked up some burgundy, red, and maroon colored ties for me to see if I liked them on Richie.
