Scared; A Richie Tozier Story

06

I wake up to a loud crash coming from downstairs. 

"what the hell?" I whisper to myself while rubbing my head. The events of last night come back to me and I shudder. Who was in my basement and why did I see Richie's dead body? I shake these thoughts from my head and decide to investigate the noise from downstairs.

I slowly walk down the steps, pushing my hair back out of my face in an attempt to wake myself up. I enter the kitchen to see none other than Richie Tozier, shirtless, making something or another at the stove. 

I smirk and watch as he mumbles to himself. I've known him for almost two weeks and I have no idea what to do about all these weird feelings. Before I can even try to figure them out, Richie turns around and squeaks out a small "shit!" when he sees me.

"Morning trashmouth" I say, walking over to see what he's trying to cook. It looks to be eggs, but they aren't looking too good.  I laugh at shut the stove off before turning to look at Richie.

"You should probably put a shirt on," I say as I bring the frying pan over to the garbage so I can rid my house of the mess I'm assuming was supposed to be scrambled eggs.

I hear Richie walk up behind me as I scrape burnt egg off the pan. 

"If I put mine on will you take yours off?" he asks, laying a hand on my hip. I push his hand off and spin around, ignoring the electricity that shot through me at his touch. 

"You cooking breakfast is very 'the morning after', don't you think?" I say, hopping up on the counter and grabbing two cookies from the jar. Richie takes one from me before hopping up to sit next to me.

"Well it wasn't our morning after, unless you did things to me in my sleep,"  Richie says jokingly, poking me in the side. I playfully smack him as I finish up my cookie.

"Ew no, you perv!" I say, and Richie continues to laugh at me. Before I can say anything else, I hear a knock on the door. Our laughter seizes, and I immediately start thinking of what I'll say if my parents are home early. Richie goes to open the door before I point out that he's still shirtless and if it's my parents it will make this ten times worse. I tell him to go put clothes on before I take a deep breath and open the door.

Needless to say, I'm very surprised when I see the rest of the losers club minus Beverly outside my house with a pile of bikes on my lawn. I raise my eyebrows for an explanation and Ben steps up to provide one.

"Bev needs us," he says simply, "she says it's urgent".

I suck in a sharp breath as I know Beverly Marah is NOT one to overreact. 

"Also, have you seen Richie? We couldn't find him at his house and- Oh" Eddie says, looking past me and into my house. I spin around and I see this situation as the rest of the gang sees it. Me, in sleep clothes, messy hair, and Richie, hauling a shirt on as he walks down over the stairs in MY house. Shit.

"Oh okay" I hear Stan say in a surprised voice under his breath. I look at him with my arms crossed and a blush on my face, which is getting more intense as I feel Richie step close behind me.

"It's not what it looks like I sw-" I start to say before Stan cuts me off.

 "Oh, really Anna? It's not what it looks like?" Stan starts and I roll my eyes, "because it LOOKS like Richie spent the night at your place"

"Well yes" I shuffle around in my doorway, "I guess it is what it looks like"

"Je-Jesus guys!" Bill says, grabbing our attention, "Bev said it w-was urg-urgent!" I nod, before explaining I have to get dressed and I'll meet them there. I run up the stairs and grab a blue t-shirt, whitewashed jean skirt, and my dirty white converse. I quickly run a brush through my hair and run back down the stairs and out the door, hopping on my bike.