take me home | richie tozier,

10

late august, 1992

el sighed,'maybe it's a sign. maybe richie is going to-' she began to speak but was interrupted by me

'he hasn't said a word to me since june, el; we should give it up'

me, el, and harry all were seated in my backyard

me and harry had agreed to be just friends, but a part of both of knew that there really was a serious spark but we decided to just wait until we weren't stressed about college anymore and stuff like that

el sat on a blanket alone, and me and harry sat next to each other on a blanket that was laying on the ground

we were all lying down and my head was on harry's chest as he played with my hair

'never! you two are the modern day calvin and kelly klein!' she argued with me as i laughed

'whatever you say' harry intervened

we didn't hear the door to my backyard open, but soon enough, there stood steve

he was holding a piece of paper in his hand,'vic, this is for you. someone left it on the doorstep with a bouquet of roses that are in your room'

he handed me the letter and then left to go back inside

'holy shit, vic! it's totally from richie!! yay!' el basically screamed

i smiled at her happiness, also quite curious to see who it was from

on the enclosed envelope stood the words 'to vic', in horrible hand writing 

'damn, who skipped first grade that doesn't know how to write nicely' harry said as we all sat next to each other, harry on my right and el on my left

'oh shut it, haz' i said to harry as i playfully slapped his chest

el yipped excitedly as i ripped open the seal and took the note card that was inside of it out 

it was neatly written, and i began to read it aloud

'dear vic, i am absolutely so sorry i have been ignoring you. hope this makes up for it and that you can forgive me. can we start over? '