Losers Club fanfics

RichiexBev

     "I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil." — unknown

"Why Ms. Marsh, is that really you?"
Her silver-blue-grey eyes shown with complete adoration at her curly-head best friend. "Beep beep Richie," she laughed; it echoed off the walls and back to them, ringing beautifully in Richie's ears.
     "But really Bev, why did you cut your hair?" Richie asked her.
     The red-head looked down at her stained Converse. "I- because... I don't know. It felt right."
     Richie ran his hand through her hair, missing its usual length desperately, but if his Beverly was happy, so was he. "It looks good Beaverly," Richie told her, trying to make her laugh.
     He didn't get a laugh, but he did get a snort from his friend. "Beaver," she giggled.
     "What do ya say to some food little lady?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her.
     "Well who's payin mister?" She asked back sweetly.
     "Why the man, of course," Richie answered.
     "So me?"
     Richie gasped, his jaw almost hitting the floor. "I'm wounded Bev."
     She was shrieking with laughter, so Richie couldn't be that mad at her.
     "You should've- you should've seen your face Rich. I-it was priceless."
He started laughing along with the red-head as they made their way down the sidewalk littered with fallen leaves. The crunching sound of leaves was soon all they heard, but the duo both found it very relaxing.
"Welp, here we are lassie," Richie said as the dinner came into view. He opened and held the door for Beverly.
"You two can just sit anywhere," a young woman called from behind the bar.
"Thank you," the two teens said at the same time.
They chose a booth close to the window, sitting across from one another.
The waitress came over and took their order. Richie ordered his usual coke and eggs with toast while Beverly went with water with lemon and pancakes.
They sat and waited for what seemed like forever to Richie, but finally their food arrived.
     They sat and ate silently, both hungrier than they thought they were. "You wanna spend the night tonight?" Richie asked.
     The red-head grimaced. "Oh Rich, I'm sorry. My dad is home, but he should be leaving again next week."
     The raven haired boy nodded glumly. "Okay... maybe next week then."
     Beverly nodded. "Definitely next week. I promise."
     Richie smiled at her. She knew how much he hated being home, but she also hated being home. So staying together at each others houses made everything seem almost perfect. But now Richie had to wait until the following week. He supposed he could see if Bill or another friend could stay the night, but nobody could beat Beverly.
     "You want me to come over after hours?" He asked her.
     To his dismay she shook his head. "No, we almost got caught last time."
     "But it's not like we were doing anything," Richie argued.
     "I yeah, because my dad would love it if he found some boy in my room."
     Richie had to nod in agreement. If her dad ever found him, he would be dead.
     They finished their food, and Richie paid. Then they began walking to Beverly's apartment.
     "If ya don't wanna stay home tonight I'll be home alone all night," Richie offered on last time as they made their way up to Bev's third floor apartment.
     "Thanks Rich, ill see ya tomorrow." She pecked his cheek, before unlocking her front door and walking in.
     Richie staying in the moldy hall for a moment, watching a cockroach scuttle across the walk.
     "Oh hi daddy," he heard Beverly say from inside the house. "I didn't know you were home."
     "You weren't with that boy again were you Bevvy?" He heard her father  growl.
     "N-no, of course not," Beverly told him quickly. Too quickly.
     "I worry about you a lot Bevvy," he said.
     "I know daddy, but I'm ok. Everything's ok."
     Richie ground his teeth at Mr. Marsh's words; he hated how the man treated his best friend. He could hear them talking still but couldn't make out the words. He could tell however that Mr. Marsh sounded mad.
     Suddenly a thud rang out through the apartment, and Richie heard a sob. Anger courses through him as he walked into the Marsh residence uninvited.