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~(3)~ Lit Rehearsals

Credit: Pluvae, DonRobbydoodles
Ship: Lit Rehearsals
Requested by 🎄ShipsAreBeautiful🎁
"No, I'm not getting up and neither are you. Deal with it."
TW: Hurt/Comfort, Mention of abuse, Lots of fluff
Word count: 1247
Notes: This is my absolute favorite right here💕❤💗💖💞💓
Published: November 15th, 2018, 6:39 PM
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      Last night, at least 7 hours ago, Rich showed up to his only companion's house, Christine, covered in bruised, blood, and tears. James, his father, came home drunk once again and wasn't that stable. He would always yell at Rich for something he didn't do if he didn't make a mistake the day. He would hit and abuse the boy, causing him to run off. It was cold, almost 30 degrees Fahrenheit out, and all Rich was wearing was a pair of jeans and a tank top. He had bruises all over his arms and more on his chest, they only proved how worthless he was.

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      Richard knocked softly, really hoping and praying someone would answer, either it be Christine, her parents, or her cousin. Christine was the one to answer the door, her parents were out on a date and her cousin, Jason, was too ''busy'' with playing video games. He looking up at Christine helplessly, shaking in the cold. It was about 11:00 PM at night during the fall, it was going to be cold and dark. He felt horrible for the fact that Christine was about to see him like this, all beat up and crying shamefully. He felt like Christine would leave him, everyone usually did.

      "Richie! Oh my gosh- Come in! What happened?" Christine shrieked, softly taking Rich by the hands and taking inside their warm home. "Babe, here, sit down, I'll get you what you need, okay? Don't worry." The short girl said, panicked, running back and forth from the closet to the kitchen. She plugged in one of the electric blankets, wrapping it around her babe. In the kitchen, Christine prepared some hot chocolate. She had no idea what happened, but if there was anything she was going to do, she was going to make sure her lover felt safe and comfortable.

      The short, worried teen brought over the hot chocolate for Rich, setting down the drink on the table. She sat down beside Rich, close and rubbing his back. "Baby.. What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" Christine had no idea about Rich's abusive father and Rich hadn't planned on telling on her any time soon. That plan backfired so badly since he was sitting here on Christine's couch with an electric blanket and a hot chocolate. "Do you want me to ask you questions, stay quiet, or do you want to tell me? One, two, or three?" She asked, holding up her fingers.

      Rich shook a bit before holding up two fingers, crying softly and clutching the blanket close. His hands were so cold, causing him to wrap them around the hot coffee cup filled with hot chocolate. The boy struggled to mumble out an apology, he feared if he said anything, he would cry harder or mess up something. Why did Christine have to be so perfect? She wasn't like anyone else, she was like- She was his Juliet. Christine played Juliet in Romeo and Juliet two years ago.. Christine actually cared about Rich and treated him until he felt comfortable enough to talk if he wasn't feeling good. Not many people actually did that or cared that much.

      After a while, Rich managed to calm himself down, taking small sips of the drink Christine prepared for him.
Guess it's time to fess up.
"I-uh.. Okay.." Rich mumbled, taking a deep breath. Rich gave Christine the rap, explaining everything about his father, the abuse, and everything she needed to know. He didn't want to fess up, but Christine was his Girlfriend and she needed to know. Would she leave him after he told her? Would she tell everyone that he's a freak?

      "Babe.. I-I don't even know what to say.. I am so sorry.. You don't deserve any of that.." Christine said softly, wrapping her thin arms around Rich in a tight, but gentle hug. "Hey.. Stay here for the night, okay? I don't want you going back there and getting hurt.." She pressed a kiss to Rich's cheek. Rich just needed in agreement, finishing off the drink. Christine had told Rich to borrow some clothes from her cousin as well as get rest for bed, make yourself at home. In the meantime, Christine called her parents about the whole thing going on with Rich.

      She didn't explain anything over the phone, but she did say that he would be staying over for a while. She wanted to talk to them in person about why Rich was staying over, her parents were pretty accepting, but when it came to boys in the house, they became a bit suspicious.

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      Rich woke up early the next morning, blinking and staring at the ceiling. He almost freaked out when he felt a different weight on him and realizing he wasn't in the right room. Rich looked over and calmed down as soon as he saw the girl of his dreams sleeping peacefully next to him. Right, he was in Christine's room, he stayed over last night. He needed to get up, but he didn't want to disturb Christine's peaceful slumber. She was too adorable to wake up, and because of that, Rich was trapped. Damn it.

      "H-Hey.. Chrissy?" Rich whispers softly, running a hand through her hair dark, soft hair. "Hey.. We need to get up.. School day.." He muttered, trying to sit up. That immediately backfired, for Christine just timed and closer, more onto Rich to keep him lying down. School started in three or four more hours, it was just past 5 in the morning. The reason why Rich woke up early is because of his dad, he wanted to get out of his house as fast as possible.

      "Hnng.. Nooo.." Christine whined, pushing herself on top of rich so that he'll stay. She didn't know what time it was, but she wasn't ready for the day. "Stayy.." she crawled on top of the boy, cuddling him close, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder. Rich smiled gently, petting the girl's hair softly. He loved her so much, he felt as if he didn't deserve her. "You're so warm.."

      Rich gave up, Christine was too much to take, she was too cute. "Babe, I love you but please.. we gotta get up." He sighed out, wrapping his arms around Christine. Christine was some kind of witch for sure, she managed to cast love spells on her subjects. Rich was one of them, he was drowning deep in love because of Christine. "Oh please, Great Princess of.. Compassion. Please set me free, for I must prepare for.. the torture of.. school." Rich tried to say theatrically, but he couldn't think of anything. Christine is too beautiful to be a witch.

      Christine couldn't help but giggle to herself at her boyfriend's attempt to be theatrical, smiling to herself and pulling away. She straddled the boy beneath her, resting her hands on his chest. Her hair was messy and flopped in all different directions. "My answer, as the Great Princess of Compassion, I say no, for you are my true love and the time is.." Christine looked over at the alarm clock on her nightstand. "Oh my, 5:12 in the morning. Come back to my palace-" She yawned a bit, relaxing and lying back down on Rich "-in at least another hour.." She said, playing along with the improv.

"Yes, my Princess.. my beautiful, kind, gentle, amazing princess.. no words can define how magnificent you are."

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-Shayne