{WILD}~ R. Tozier

{Ch.27~ My Girl}

Cause why not?

Richie's POV

I stared at her blurry face for awhile, taking in the features I held in my memory. If I went blind today I'd be content with the things I was able to remember.

I took her left hand and kissed her fingers, mainly her ring finger. I could imagine a huge, shiny rock on a band on this hand, something I worked to get her. I'll get her a ring, I want to get my baby a ring.

"I love you." I muttered before kissing her forehead. All of these years, all of these five years were just the best for me. I watched her grow and blossom and I want to continue that, I want to be good for her.

"Rich," she mumbled with her eyes squinting like she was looking at the blinding heavens, "What time is it?"

I smiled even more and pulled her towards me, she reacted almost instantly, "early, don't worry about it, love." She smiled sleepily and rolled over to get her glasses and mine.

Her face was now visible and crystal clear to me, something I adored about the mornings. She stretched and pushed my hair back. Her touch made my scalp tingle as if her physical contact with me made my mind turn to mush. You know, like the kind you made as a kid?

"Go out with me?" I asked, the question didn't even register in my hazed and tired mind. My heart was so loud it felt like it took my ear drums into a dark alley an beat them with sticks. I still fear rejection from the girl that I already had. What if she found someone better, what if she falls out of love?

"We are going out, what do you mean?" As said smiling with her perfect lips that were dry from dehydration, she's yet put on one of her many lipglosses.

I chuckled at her mind game to ease my nerves, my hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, "no, like on a date, an actual date." She giggled and looked at the ceiling, then back at me. Her eyes dark with exhaustion.

"We don't do dates, how do you even go on dates, anyways?" She said pushing back some curls that fell from her puff, as I heard her call it, I genuinely pay attention to the things she does.

"I don't fucking know, but I heard from Mike that they're really fun. Have we ever been on a date with one another?" She thought for a second and chuckled, well, a snort, something she's been afraid of since she was a kid and got made fun of on the playground for. She's told me that too.

"Five fucking years and you never asked me out on a date, what kind of boyfriend are you?" She asked jokingly, I laughed along with her, something that I used to dream about doing, and looked to the ceiling as she did.

"A comical one who likes this tall, pretty—and I mean stunning— black girl who happens to be named Arrietty." She sighed, "if you hate it then we never have to go again, but please?" I felt her hands grab my face and turn it towards hers, the urge to kiss her was immediate but I refrained from it to let her speak.

"I'd go again even if I did hate it, but yes." I grinned at her and began planting a million and one kisses upon her lips, face, and neck.

That's why I'm waiting now, hours later at her house in a dress shirt, tie, and dumb dress pants with shoes to match my belt. I still, to this minute, try my hardest to impress this girl, the love of m life. How did I end up with someone like her? Oh yeah, I ran her over at the skating rink.

"You made reservations?" Her mother asked as we were waiting. I nodded with a grin as I rocked back and forth, giving myself a sense of seasickness.

"I did, like an adult or something. I hope she likes it, do you think she'll like it, oh god, did I make a mistake?" I started freaking out, how do you even date? My breathing became mildly ragged and my stomach felt queasy like I had an emotional virus.

"Rich, you know her, she'll love it even if she doesn't. Don't tell her I told you, but she used to draw you. There's a whole sketchbook dedicated to you in her closet, she's never let anyone see it." She told me as she held my broad shoulders. I smiled at the woman who I thought of someone to raise me, she was the perfect mother.

"She still likes to draw?" She hasn't drawn in awhile, it startled me because it was something she was oh-so passionate about. Then, she started to get...sick...and comparing herself to others and it just stopped one day. Artist Arri was gone.

"I think you inspire her, that's why she wants to go to Stanford so that she can go to school and try to 'explore her artistic doings while embracing the upbringing of others' as she said it." I smiled at the woman, I was gonna say something, by my mind fuzzed as I heard her voice for the umpteenth time and yet I still froze in ice.

      "I'm ready," I heard her call, my gaze fell upon the angel in front of me and I stared breathlessly upon her. I was being suffocated, drowned and I could feel the air being sucked out of my lungs, "do I look okay?"

      "You look great, don't you think, Richie?" I heard the woman who I considered a surrogate mother but it came out in a muffled tone, like I was underwater. I watched as she trailed over to me and giggle when I dropped to my knees in front of her.

I wrapped my arms around her torso and buried my face in her tummy, "You look so so so pretty, baby." I said, my voice muffled by her dress.

"Awww, thank you, baby." She cooed as she ran her fingers through my hair, if she didn't make me smile then her small gestures surely did.

"Alright," her mom said as I stood up on my own two feet, "out the door with the both of you." She shooed us away.

"Bye, momma, we'll be back soon." She called to her mom as we waved as her whilst walking to my car.

"You try to hard," she said when we got to the car, the words startled me and made me queasy, "Thank you, even though you never had to, thank you." I relax and smiled at her.

I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips, "Anything for my girl."

Finished: Monday, June 11, 2018. 11:02 am.

Published: Monday, June 11, 2018. 11:06 am.

~sorry I haven't updated in a bit. I was busy with planning a party cuz...ya girl turned sixteen. So yeah, but but also today is Rhys Matthew Bond's birthday and I've been thinking about making a 'Good Witch' story.~

Party pics (it's blurry cuz my mom took it and she doesn't take pics often and doesn't really know how)