Arrietty Mulligan is going through life and has been having fun doing it.
Richie Tozier has grown up, the way everyone does, and he's been staring at his girlfriend along with it.
The Losers Club never really changed, until they did. Life does this...
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*more of a chapter to just give feels. I like this chapter a lot
"I can't wait until we get to leave, t can be just us, a dog, and a really nice apartment." I nodded at his words. That would be nice.
"Yeah, and in a few more years we could have a kid, and be the best worst parents ever." I mused along with him, it was nice to think.
Richie's dad is away; it hasn't even been a day and his mother and him screamed like there was no tomorrow. He stormed out of his house and came to mine, we were currently in my room. He sat by my window as to not 'taint my gorgeous scent' as he smoked a cigarette. I sat on my bed with my feet against the headboard.
"The first of our five," I can't believe he hasn't forgotten about that, "we'd live in Cali, beaches, sun, and we could have a nice car with all of the money we'll be making." He fathomed.
"Like a Caddy, I think a Cadillac is something I'd like to own." I scratched the bride of my nose lightly as I thought.
"Really?" He asked a bit strained as he held the smoke in his lungs, I nodded as my answer he blew the smoke out, it was mesmerizing, "I'd get that for you one day."
I chuckled and closed my eyes. How is it that he was fuming when he had first came here but now he seemed totally fine? I felt my bed shift and grinned as a lot of pressure was applied to my being. Arms snakes around my waist and I subconsciously ran my fingers through Richie's hair.
"This is my favorite place in the world." He hummed as he laid his head upon my breasts, I rolled my eyes and kissed the top of his head. He then looked up at my and rested my nose against his, he smelled of cigarettes, like Pompeii after it was burnt, "Can I kiss you, princess?"
I think this was the first time Richie actually asked if he could make a move on me. The other times were just mutual, ya know, 'I like your face so let me stick my tongue down your throat' but this was more of 'You're so precious that I never want to hurt you.' I liked it. The statement did catch me off guard for a moment which caused me to gasp, taking in the remnants of his heartbroken cancer stick, and nod softly.
He chuckled at my googly-eyed, puppy dog expression and took my chin in his fingers. He tilted my head up so that my lips met his, he smiled in the kiss and let love drunk giggles spill from him. Meanwhile, I was taken so off guard that all I could do was hold on and not let go. I never wanted this to end.
He tried to separate us for a second but I pulled him back and tangled my hands in his hair with a gentle, not-so-gentle, tug at his roots. He groaned and slipped his tongue in my mouth, he even let me flip us over and straddle him.
He eventually got me to stop, reluctantly, and pull away as I breathed heavy. He sat up which made me have to sit on his lap, he touched his forehead as if he was ill and took deep breaths. He slowly began to grin at himself as I tried to catch my breath as well, he looked at me in amusement and took off his glasses.
"Holy fuck, that was hot," he began wiping off his foggy glasses and placed them back on his face, "where'd that come from, pretty girl?"
"Don't know." I shrugged as he placed his large hands on my hips and pull me closer to him, I draped my arms around his shoulders.
"Could you-um-can I?" Whatever He was trying to say was obviously making him nervous. I stared at him at giggled at how he struggled to get his statement to be comprehensible to me.
He furrowed his brows and purses his lips before leaning forwards and pressing his lips to my neck. My thoughts fuzzed greatly as I tried to pull myself into our galaxy again. He kissed the spot just below my ear and it made me exhale hard. Like the simple action made me die for a second.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled away to look at me, "is that- did I?" He groaned at himself at how difficult his words had become, "is that okay, did I do that alright?" This was a side of Richie I wasn't accustomed to.
"Do It again..."
I drew circles on his bare chest for awhile, it seemed to entertain me. He held me close to him and I breathed in his scent. No, we didn't do anything, the most he did was give me hickies in various places and I him. I don't think Richie would actually have sex with me if I didn't want to. I also think that I intimidated him in any sexual manner.
"You don't always have to get half naked in order to fall asleep." That's just the way Richie was and I didn't get it.
"I have longer legs than you now, I need all the room I can get." I snickered at his comment. He liked to remind me that he was taller than me now.
"Take a nap with me." I requested, I could feel my heart flutter and swell with adoration for the boy. I really loved him.
He nodded and looked up at the ceiling for a bit, "grape, it's new." I quirked an eyebrow at him before he clarified, "I've remembered all of them." My lipgloss. He closed his eyes gingerly after his statement.
I stared at his face, he sharp jaw and chiseled cheek bones. He looked more matured in this calm state, it was hard to find Richie without some grin on his face and now that he does its foreign, he looked new. He looked...good.
"Have I ever told you how hot you looked?" He never opened his eyes, instead he raised an eyebrow and inhaled.
"Isn't that my line?" I blushed looked down at his comment before he answered, "no, why?" He was tired, his voice was heavy, sleepy, husky, and sultry. That was hot too.
What's wrong with me?
"We can make out for a bit, right, like, we don't don't need to sleep?" I rolled my lips anticipating his answer. He chuckled and finally opened his eyes to look at me.
"What's up with you tonight?" He'd asked, I was embarrassed at my eager actions towards the boy. I looked back towards the sheets and covers, not wanting to look at him. "Hey," He drew my attention to him, "don't be embarrassed, baby."
I straddled his hips once more and he placed his hands behind his head, "I want to hit you." I said simply. He laughed at the statement and placed one of his hands on my leg to draw his name in cursive on my skin.
"It'd be an honor to be struck by such a gorgeous, fair maiden." These damned accents.
"Well, now I wanna kiss you." I huffed.
"Yeah, I have that affect on women." He shrugged which made me place my palms flat on his chest. He looked up at me and bit his lip, his lips actually parted for a second before his tongue farted across his lower one. I could hear him mutter a 'shit' before throwing me off of him and grabbing his shirt. He pulled it over his head as he exited my room.
I could hear him mutter a 'son of a bitch' as he traveled down the hall. I snickered at his actions, as I walked out of my room clad in a sports bra and shorts. My arms were crossed over my bust.
I knocked on the bathroom door and asked, "want water?" The door swung open a crack and he grabbed my hand.
"No I want you." He said pulling me in, now I am up against the door, "get in here." He muttered.
