Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
you folded your arms across your chest as richie lit yet another cigarette. he smirked when you looked away, exhaling a large breath of smoke in your direction. you groaned, moving away. seth'll be back in a minute, you told yourself, one minute. richie constantly did this to get under your skin, well aware of your aversion to smoking. you'd never done much but be an asshole to him, though, so maybe you deserved it.
it was the classic kindergarten thing. a little boy likes a little girl, and, to show his affection, he throws sand in her hair or something. in this case, you were that little boy.
❝ smoking kills, richard. ❞
❝ not every smoker dies. i'm willing to take a chance, (y/n). besides, wouldn't you be glad if that happened? no more secondhand smoke, right? ❞
❝ i don't like you, but that doesn't mean i want you to die. i happen to like seth, and it'd make things much easier to preserve out friendship if i didn't kill his brother. ❞
richie took a step towards you, smirking. you step back, bumping into the car. ❝ so that's the only reason, then? ❞
❝ um, yeah? ❞
richie pressed you against the driver's side door, still holding his cigarette. he raised an eyebrow, leaning in. his lips ghosted the shell of your ear. ❝ funny, i don't believe you. ❞
idk about y'all but i love me some richie gecko. ⏤ gillian
