𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙪𝙫 [𝘐𝘵 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤]

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

"I'm losing my fucking mind, Bev." Richie sighed as he held the phone up to his ear. "It's okay, Rich he's not gone forever." Bev tried to reassure him. "It's not okay. We almost broke up because of me. I think there's something wrong with me." Richie admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Richie, there's nothing wrong with you-"

"No, I mean like mentally. I just don't want to scare him away because I don't have my shit together. You know?" Richie said with a sniffle. Bev then heard him groan quietly and she immediately became concerned. "You okay?" she asked after she heard Richie draw in a sharp breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just have a really bad headache is all. I'll call you later, yeah?"

"Okay. Tell me about anything exciting that happens in your first session." she replied. "I will. I love you, Marshmallow. Also, say hi to Eds for me, would ya? And make sure to call me and tell me when our next smoking session is." Richie rushed out, hoping Bev heard him correctly. "Will do. Love you too, Trashmouth." And with that Bev hung up and Richie sighed, placing his phone back in his pocket. He held a hand up to his forehead and his face scrunched up in pain before he was being called back to talk to his new therapist. He hated everything about therapy, but he wanted to be good for Stan.

When he went back with his therapist she introduced herself as Mrs. Cox and Richie mentally scolded himself for laughing a bit. "So, Richard, what made you decide to look for therapy?" She asked as she pulled out a notepad and pen. "Well, uh, Mrs. Dicks- I mean Mrs.Cox...I think I'm going fucking- I mean freaking, mental." Richie responded, earning a raise of an eyebrow from his therapist. "You know, losing my mind. Going crazy? Like, I miss my boyfriend and I haven't even gotten off properly in like three months." ranted Richie. When he earned a slightly disgusted facial expression he sighed. "Sorry." he mumbled as he watched her quickly write something in her notepad.

"Don't apologize. It's good that you're very outspoken." Mrs. Cox reassured him. "Where is your boyfriend now?"she queried. "California. Haven't seen him since he left a few months back for college." He saw her nod understandingly as she wrote some more in her notepad. "You probably are suffering from a bit of separation anxiety. How often do you talk to your boyfriend?"

"I used to talk to him every day, but we haven't talked since I lashed out at him, which was about two weeks ago."

Mrs. Cox hummed as she continued writing. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you two fight about?" she questioned apprehensively. "I don't even know in all honesty. One minute we were fine and laughing together, the next I was crying, the next we were arguing, then I was crying again."he explained the best he could. The therapist hummed in response. "Can you say that typically you have very dramatic mood swings?"

"I mean...maybe? Yeah. That's part of the reason why I think I'm losing it."

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Richie and Mrs.Cox ended up being kind of close by the end of the session and Richie didn't end up regretting going to therapy. He told Bev the news and she was shocked, asking if it was okay to tell the others yet. Richie told her no so she decided to listen for once even though she voiced her opinion numerous times that Richie definitely at least had to tell Stan. He ended up getting pills prescribed to him and he was determined to get better so he made sure to set an alarm on his phone whenever he had to take them.

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Months later it was near Christmas and Richie wasn't really having any of it. Bev invited everyone over and insisted everyone to come, having their yearly gift exchange and Christmas games planned. Richie wasn't really in the mood since he missed his boyfriend and he had been so scared to call him, let alone text him since the fight. He didn't handle fights well.

When it was time to go over Bev's he drove kind of slow since he was pretty tired from not getting much sleep and all the medicines he had been taking made him extremely exhausted. Getting out of the car and knocking on the door kind of sluggishly he sighed as he waited. When Bev finally opened the door he pulled her into a big embrace. He missed everyone. He hadn't seen anyone since they all went off to college and Bev came back to her old house just for this.

He greeted everyone who was in the living room, pouting a bit when he didn't see Stan. He slumped down on the couch and watched everyone laugh and enjoy themselves until suddenly he couldn't see anything. He felt palms covering his eyes and when he pulled the hands away from his eyes he gasped, recognizing the hands immediately. He looked back and up, seeing the love of his life towering above him.

"Hey, 'Chee." Stan mumbled with a small smile on his face. Richie stood up and jumped away from the couch, catching everyone else's attention. He put his hands over his mouth for a second before practically jumping over the back of the couch into Stan's arms. After they hugged for a moment Richie jumped back and started punching Stan's chest, causing Stan to stare at hi in confusion. "You fucking asshole! You lied! You said you weren't gonna be back until summer, you lied!" Richie shouted as he continued hitting Stan. Stan tried to swat his hands away the best he could before he finally grabbed Richie's hands.

"I'm sorry okay, I thought I couldn't. Now stop hitting me. Please?" Stan apologized. Since Richie heard the sincerity in Stan's voice he relaxed, letting out a disappointed sigh when Stan let go of his hands. Richie had a short mental debate with himself before chewing on his lip nervously for a second.

"Stan, we need to talk."

A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a while, got my phone taken for a bit, but I did start another story (shocking ikr) that I think will be uber cool called "Married for Six Months" so go check it out

Fact#19: I just got grounded because my mom knows I'm failing in math 😃