( TONGUE TIED ! ) fw imagines

r.t - you're my wonderwall

"give me your lunch money, asswipe." richie mumbles as he holds a young man against the lockers.

the cancer stick between his lips lets off a cloud of smoke as he speaks.

"i-i don't have any." ace whimpers, head turning away from the strong aroma.

"oh, you little-"

"leave him alone, richie." the sweet sound of a female voice cuts the long haired boy off.

he raises an eyebrow, eyes softening when they lock with familar y/e/c ones.

"why would i do that?" richie chuckles, hazel eyes darkening.

the mysterious girl smirks, combat boot-clad feet stepping towards him until their feet are touching.

she cranes her neck, arms crossed over her chest.

"you already did."

the boy lets out a small gasp when she winks in his direction, turning his head back to where ace was only to see that the nerd is gone.

when richie turns back to the y/h/c haired girl, she's also disappeared.

weeks go by and it seems as if richie has fallen off of the face of the earth.

not once has anyone been beaten up or bullied for money.

it isn't until today, as the short/tall female is walking to the cafeteria that she sees a familiar head of curls swinging his fist until they meet someone's jaw.

"get him, tozier!" a few people shout, causing the girl to scoff.

with ease she shoves her way through the crowd, not hesitating as she grabs the taller male's ear and pulls him out of the school.

"ow! what the hell?" richie groans once they've both set foot outside.

"you don't get to ask questions, dickwad. what in the hell do you think you're doing?"

the brown eyed boy stares at his ex-best friend in shock, not remembering how sassy she was.

"why do you care?" he bites back, "we haven't spoken since freshman year, y/n."

y/n nods, arms crossing over her chest. she seemed to do that a lot now.

"you were my best friend, richie. i never stopped caring,"

with shaky hands, y/n grabs the tall boy by his shoulders so that he's looking into her eyes.

"you used to be so happy, so sweet and caring. what happened?"

richie huffs.

"sophomore year, the fights between my parents got worst. so bad that my mom ended up leaving. my dad's bolts came loose. all he does is pressure me. he wants me to be this picture perfect kid and i wasn't having it, so i-"

"rebelled." the combat boot-clad girl sighs, "richie, all you did was change into something you're not. what happened to the kid who wore flower crowns, leather jackets, and gushed about oasis songs?"