take me home | richie tozier,

8

early july, 1992

'so he hasn't called you since?' el asked me as we sat in my backyard eating popsicles 

it was the fourth of july, and me and el decided not to do anything crazy and just relax with each other

'nope, but in a way it sort of makes me relieved. i have so many things to worry about; senior year, picking and getting admitted into a college, y'know?'

she put her popsicle down and took a sip of her lemonade,'you're right, but that doesn't mean you should completely forget about richie'

i sighed,'it does to me'

she didn't say anything as we closed our eyes and enjoyed the late afternoon sun

'hey vic, wanna do anything? like go swimming or something?' she asked me after a few minutes

'nah, let's just go inside and find something to do; the mosquitos out here are killing me!'