Princess | Richie Tozier

▪CHAPTER THREE▫



◼BROOKLYN MILES◼

"Richie, you're not gonna leave me alone, right?" I yelled out too him in a strained voice, my head was pounding and I felt as I was underneath cement.

"Why would I leave you alone?" He asked, poking his head around the door of my bathroom doorway.

I had my head in my hands, leaning over the side of the pull out bed that I had under my own.

"I don't know I just...what happens if one of us gets kille-...taken like Georgie and you can't find me and you forget about me and!-" I was panicking loudly, as he sighed knowing that if he didn't intervene I would have a panic attack.

Richie entered the bedroom quickly before sitting next to me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder in a protective way, holding my body close to his.

I looked him in the eye with fear written all over my face, he had a small smile on his lips as always revealing his cute dimples.

"I will NEVER leave you, got it." He looked me in the eyes with seriousness through his thick glasses.

That's all he had to say to calm me down.

I never cried or even shown a shred of sadness and I wasn't starting today, I guess I'm just stubborn like that.

One time Stanley said he would take a picture of the first time I cried in front of them, I guess he was curious on what got me that emotional.

I've never cried in front of any of the losers club.

Ever.

"You're too hot to leave behind anyway, Sugarlips" He smirked slightly ruffling his hair.

And he ruined it.

"Oh shut it four eyes, I know I'm hot but you don't have to tell me every fucking second" I smirked slightly at the boy who still had a cute smirk.

"Well I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't, it's pretty obvious" The word friend seemed to sting more that I thought it would.

I recently developed a small minor crush I guess.

My mom was the only one that loved and cared for me out of my family, so while she worked nightshift.

Ms Tozier said I could stay over whenever while shes away, instead of being home alone.

Richie's parents are always at work so I stay here a lot, his place feels more like a home than my real home does anymore.

You might be thinking,

'Why would you let two 14-year-olds that are the opposite sex sleep in the same room?'

Well Ms Tozier and Mom trusts me I guess.

I would never describe our relationship as a 'brother from another mother situation' I personally couldn't describe it as it, feels too weird.

I don't know how to actually.

Awkwardly crushing on eachother

Maybe...

But I don't know how he feels about me...

Even when we had class projects or had to pick teams for a sport I would be his first choice.

You'd be surprised but Richie and I are actually very good at sports, mostly Baseball.

I remember when I hit my first home run, he came out of the dugout to welcome me to home plate.

He gave me a bigggg hug and said I was awesome then we went out for ice-cream with his and my parents after the game.

Well, that's when my dad was alive and big bro actually cared.

"Oi Sugarlips, you just gonna keep staring or do you want a picture?" Richie asked snarkily as he got up with a smirk.

"Both" I cooed smartly, grabbing my Polaroid camera off my desk.

I aimed the camera lens at his face, Richie smiled cutely at the camera as the flash went off.

"That's going on the board" I smirked as I fanned the newly created picture.

"Nerd"

My fluffy curles bounced as I walked over to my big cork board near my desk, many similar shaped Polaroids were decorated all over it,

Ones of Eddie, Bill, Stan, me and even Georgie himself, but there was a large huddle of random pictures of Richie.

Him eating ice-cream, him dressed as a cat for Halloween and many more.

I took them when he wasn't looking sometimes, placing the developed photo in the middle of the bunch he stood back and admired it.

"I still think the real thing is better though, in these photos you definitely can't tell that you have big fun bags" Richie looked over to me and smiled cheekily as I blushed like crazy.

"Shut it, stop being a perv" I hit him lightly as I blushed violently.

"No, your blushing you like it"

"No, I'm not!"

"Are too"

"Are not"

"Are too"

"Are not"

I finally shut him up by placing my finger on his lips and he pouted.

Richie was always soft around me when the other guys weren't here, I guess he just doesn't wanna get teased.

I think it's cute.

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