DEH & BMC x Reader

Don't Leave Me Again (Rich x Reader)

You used to walk home together everyday after school. You used to stop at A La Mode and grab a bite before departing. You used to have sleepovers and movie nights and roadtrips. You used to have so much. Now?

Now, he's flirting with Chloe Valentine. Now, he's driving home with Jake and Jeremy. Now, he's going to Pink Berry with Brooke. Now... you walk home alone. You watch my own movies. You drive myself to the hills to get a nice veiw of the night sky, like you both used to. You didn't know why he ditched you so suddenly. His lisp had stopped, along with his care for you... but you never stopped loving him.

Standing in the hallway alone like a creep was not your favorite thing to do. Rich used to ditch class with you all the time... no, now was no time to reminensce. Speaking of the hallway, students were beginning to flood it as the dismissal bell rang. And then... you saw him and you realized that... this was no time to screw around. You were going to talk to him, whether he wanted you to or not.

You hastily began to walk over to him, shoving through students, mumbling apologies along the way. Brooke had her arm thrown around his neck and Jake and Jeremy were standing next to him.

"Hey! Rich!" you called out. He was mid-laugh as he turned to face you and then his grin dropped and twisted into a glare.

"What do you want," he sneered.

Taken aback, you say, "I was wondering if I could have a moment alone with you. You know, if you're not too busy with your... friends."

His face stayed the same as he pushed forwards and shoved you into the lockers with a loud BANG! "Get out of my way. Loser."

Your breathing came out in shudders as they stalked by, scoffing and laughing at you. You couldn't even stop the tears from flowing out. As you wiped your face, your phone popped up with a Twitter notification about Rich's upcoming Halloween party tonight. You could stay at home, crying about Rich's ultimate hate about you or you could seek out answers... the latter would do.

Later that night, your costume was on: you decided to go as Aphrodite, a white and gold toga dress, your hair in curls, lips pink and eyeliner sharp. Who knows, maybe you'd meet a Piper McLean- wrong fandom, anyways: tonight was the night to get Rich back.

You drove yourself to the party with determination written all over your posture; no one was denying you of anything tonight. The front of Rich's house was trashed with red solo cups, toilet paper, and... actual passed out teenagers. Hopefully, you wouldn't be one of them by the end of the night.

As soon as you walked in drunk people were seen grinding all over each other. This resulted to you rushing out of the livingroom and into the kitchen, your costume attracting eyes as they witnessed your beauty. Once you made it to the kitchen, you saw him.

Rich was alone, his back facing you, his hands clutching the counter tightly. He was breathing heavily and when he turned around his eyes were wide and face white with panic. Out of instinct you rushed to his side and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you alright?" His face softened.

"(Y/N)," he sighed but then his speech rushed. "(Y/N), I need your help. I need some Mountain Dew Red."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Mountain Dew Red? I don't even know-"

"I know, I know, I know, I know but- but we have to get some right now."

"Wha-"

"RIGHT NOW!"

Grabbing his arm, you nodded your head and you both hurried out of the kitchen. Mountain Dew Red? You'd heard of it before but it was discontinued years ago, where would you find- "Ow."

You looked up as you saw you had run into... Michael Mell. Michael Mell! Of course, he collected old drinks, he must- oh my Zeus. Sure enough in his hand, was a Mountian Dew Red bottle. And sure enough, in your hand was a hypervenelateing Rich.

"Michael! I know this sounds weird but I need your Mountain Dew Red," you hurried. He gave a strange look. "It's a life or death situation, I swear," you added. Quickly, he let you have it.

You grabbed the bottle and tried to hand it to Rich but he quickly panted, "Not here. Go to your car."

Getting the gist, you hauled ass to the car with him. Once you both got in, is hands shook as he opened the bottle quicker than anything you'd ever seen. After he downed it however, you jumped back in your seat as he let out an ear-bleeding screech. You grabbed his hand and squeezed as he shook all over and let out pitiful sounds and yells.

You couldn't just watch as his body shook like he'd been electrocuted and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you, his head resting in your neck, feeling the silk of your dress. After a while, his body stood still and he let out soft pants. "Rich, are you alright?"

He looked up to meet your eyes and you saw that they were full with tears. "(Y/N), iths really you?"

You grin and feel our own eyes fill. His lisp was back. Rich was back.

"Yes, it's me! And you're you!" You exclaim.

Rich giggles and nods his head vigorously. Before you could stop yourself, you giggled and yanked him forward, pressing your lips to his. His eyes were wide and his lips were sweet as they tasted like Mountain Dew Red still. Your whole body was on fire. But then it became a whole explosion as Rich closed his eyes and kissed you back.

When you both pulled away, you asked him with a tight voice, "Do I have you back, now? I really don't wanna lose you again."

He nodded sadly. "I know, I left you, but it won't happen again. I'm here to thay, I thwear."

"Please don't leave me."

"Never again."

And he didn't.

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A/N

Did my best on this one. I know it feels rushed, sorry.