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I wake up early. I nearly forgot where I was until I looked over and saw the strange curly headed boy peacefully asleep on the couch. I had to get out of here before he wakes up. my head still is pounding. I feel a sharp pain in my wrist as I lift the covers off of me. I look down. A bruise the shape of fingers wrap around my entire wrist. "damn" I whisper. Richie turns in his sleep. I quietly hop off the bed and tip toe towards the door. Just as I open it
"Temprence?" Richie yawns sitting up. Shit.
"Heyy" I turn around and smile at him.
"Damn you look hot as hell in my shirt" he winks then looks me up and down. And this is why I hate him.
"Are you done checking me out or can I use the bathroom?" I say with sass.
"Be my guest. Right across the hall" he points to the door. I walk out the door and into the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. My hair looks disgusting, my eye is awful, and my eyes are still bloodshot. You can tell I cried. Hard. I splash some water on my face. I open the door to find Richie in the hallway. I gasped
"Richie you scared the shit out of me!" I whisper yell pushing him aside.
"Sorry babe but the boys are on there way over I figured you'd want to be in something a little more presentable." Rich smirks looking at my legs once again. I roll my eyes grabbing my clothes from him and go back into the bathroom. I attempt to slip on my skinny jeans with my wrist. It takes me a second but I get there. I decided to keep Richies oversized shirt on not only to prove a point but also because my head hurts and my wrist feels like it's going to fall off. Put my hair up in a messy pony tail and walk out the door as confidently as possible. I walk to the living room where sat stan, bill, Eddie, and Richie. I stop in the door way. Richies eyes grew bigger than they were before given his glasses. Stan whispers something to bill. Now is my chance to mess with them a little. I strut right over to wear Richie is sitting. I lean over him. Tightly grip his thigh to keep my balance. Our faces are close. I sweetly and slowly kiss him on the cheek.
"Thanks Tozier" I whisper in his ear. I turn away taking my hair out of the pony tail so it flies as I walk right out of the door. I shut the door behind me. Hearing
"Bro what the fuck!" Yelled from the living room. Oh my lord they're to easy. I laugh as I sprint down the road. I have to grab my bike from the quarry so I figured a run wouldn't hurt.

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