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People get sad, it happens to anyone who needs a break from life. Now, most people might say that when their significant other is upset it hurts them. Not me and my significant other, we're just there.
Richie came over my house late last night in a sobbing mess. My mom was the one who answered the door, as Richie said 'it was embarrassing but your mom has nice tots so she was nice to hug'. I have a strange boyfriend...anyways, he was all kinds of upset and came over, mom sat him down in the living room and made him a place on the couch. She woke me up then and I had to drag a very sleepy Richard Tozier to bed with me. My mom was probably half asleep while doing all of this.
Now, it was morning, "I like your mom." He had said while watching her walk out the door on this magnificent Saturday morning. We were on my couch, watching Transformers, one of my favorites.
"Yeah, I do too, but why do you like her so much," I asked, "and if you say it's because she has nice tits I will lock myself in my room."
"Well, yeah, but she's caring. She's nice and she looks after all of us— not just you because you're her daughter," I gave him a look as if to say go on, "like, The Losers Club, she calls all of us her kids, not just you."
"She's nice, she cares, she always has." I shrugged my thinking anything of it, This was just my normal, it was how I saw my mom.
"She doesn't have to though, my mom, she was never too fond of my friends, then she Bev and wanted her around all the time—which is weird to me— then I told her I had a girlfriend and now she wants you over ever other day like you're apart of the family." I could hear him starting to get frustrated with himself.
"I thought I was apart of the family?" I asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Richie is better at lightening moods more than me.
"Well, Duh," he rolled his eyes at me with a slight grin, "but, my mom still hates me. She's always wanted a daughter, once I overheard her and my dad talking about trying for another kid. My dad was always too busy, I don't think he even wanted another kid. My grandma told me that he wouldn't want his kid to be like my uncle and him..." he kept his head down.
"So, your mom hates you cause you're not a girl and your dad loves you as doesn't want you to be less than you are?" I kept rubbing his back. Richie shrugged, this was one of the few times I saw him without a smile on his face, Richie Tozier wasn't one for serious moments.
"I guess so, seems fucked up to me." His voice was low, like if he spoke any louder it would break.
"Ditto." I said as I leaned my head into his shoulder. I haven't really seen Richie in about a week, I didn't think much of it, I knew he wasn't cheating because then he would've came to my doorstep in tears begging for my forgiveness before he told me what he did. Or maybe he wouldn't, but I had faith in him— maybe too much but that's all right with me.
It was quiet for awhile, it gave me time to think about all of the phone calls we've had over the course of the week, I liked them, "have you ever wondered what it would be like if you weren't you?" He asked, his voice crack and so did my heart. The sound made my throat sting.
"All the time." I simply answered, rubbing his back in large circles. He sniffed once and sighed.
"Would you think less of me if I cried?" The question knocked the wind out of my lungs. You know when you put about one-hundred rubbed bands around a watermelon, yeah like that.
"Of course not." I said, it was then that he broke down. I couldn't do anything but wrap him in my arms. I rocked him a bit as well.
One more thing you needed to learn about Richie Tozier was that he loved to be babied, not too much, but to the point were he feels comforted. Like long cuddles and spooning, letting him pick out a movie, moments like this too— but that's alright cause he was my baby.
"Wanna know what else really fucking sucks?" He asked I pulled away so that I could properly see him. I wiped away a few of his tears and removed his glasses, sitting them on the coffee table.
"What?" I asked still brushing some of his curls away from his face. He smiled a bit and chuckled.
"My cousins are coming to visit...again." He sounded annoyed and agitated by the event. I laughed a bit at him which made his big brown eyes stare up at me, it was weird seeing him without any freckles.
"At least I can see baby-not-really-a-baby-anymore Alex. You think he remembers me?" I asked, I liked babies, they were cute and I didn't mind all the spit up and bodily functions that seem to occur.
"He could hardly stand properly when he last saw you, I think he just figure out he was in the world." I laughed at his comment. Now only occasional hiccups would spill from him, it all made me want to cry, but why would I? This isn't my problem it was Richie's, my job as Richie's girlfriend is to comfort him and I can't do that unless I'm one-hundred percent.
"I guess you're right, Hey maybe we can have a kid named Alex." I wondered aloud.
"No, our kid is gonna have a cool name like Dex or Ryker." He leaned back into the couch, resting me on the side of his body so that I was cuddling into him. He rubbed my shoulders while I rested my hand right above his heart.
"I know this isn't helping our current situation, but I've kind of always wanted a girl." He furrowed his brows and chuckled at me.
"Why is that?" I didn't want to tell him the real reason, it was embarrassing so I just shrugged— he didn't buy it, "c'mon talk to me, love." I don't know why but I always thought I was hot when he said that. Kind of demanding and caring.
"I wouldn't fit in if we had a son," he gave me a strange look, "knits like how we are now. I never really got into the Losers Club, I kinda just pushed my way in so you guys had to put up with me. I never fit in anywhere. If we had a daughter than she would automatically think I was the coolest woman she's ever seen."
"That is the most precious fucking thing I've ever heard and now I need to be the father of our five children." I laughed at him and began drawing shapes into his chest.
"I really like you," I said suddenly, "like a lot." I looked up at him. No, you loved him, why can't you just say that?
"I really like you too." He said kisses my nose, "you're blurry." He said before reaching for his glasses and putting them back on.
"Promise to never breakup with me?" I stuck out my pinky finger. This is such a dumb promise to keep, I don't expect him to actually keep it, but for him to actually try is what I'm looking for.
"Only if you promise to never break up with me?" I nodded and as did he. That was what officially started the chaos... we locked pinky's
