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its been 3 weeks.
three weeks since they stopped talking to me,
since richie stopped talking to me.
since everything i ever loved was missing.
about 5 weeks ago richie asked me to the homecoming,
the theme was cute couple costumes.
richie and i had the idea of doing an angel and devil. i was the angel and he was the devil.
but now that he wont talk to me, its over with him and i.
but maybe this can be a distraction for me.
i get up from my small bed, i pull the light pink covers off of my legs and look in my closet.
i pull out my homecoming dress.
its a white dress, it stops at my lower thigh, showing my knees. i pull on the fabric wings.
i put on thigh-high lace socks and wear white slip ons
when my dad died, i was adopted into a family. they took me in and cared for me.
i put a light curl in my hair (if you have short hair just imagine it a light curl on the top)
then i put on mascara and a light blush on my cheeks. i stare in the mirror thinking of all the bad things that could happen.
i take a deep breath and put on my white halo.
i walk out of my house after my adopted mom asked me for a ride, i told her i wanted to walk.
as im walking, i start to see the decorations on the outside of the school.
i hear faint music playing and some couples in costumes walking in.
i walk in and see most eyes on me. i look down and away from the eyes.
i look up then see someone i wanted to see but is too scared to see.
richie
hes wearing his devil costume.
his tux in a bright red, his curls that are wild and look perfect with his devil horns.
he is sitting alone at a table.
i didnt notice i was staring until i see him walk towards me.
he stops in front of me then we stare at eachother for about 10 seconds.
"hi" i say, my faint voice making it difficult for even myself to hear
"hey" he says after me
"im sorry" i say making his eyes start to water
i take his hand and lead him in the hallway, the music is faint but still able to hear, it as obviously a slow song.
"you look b-beautiful" he says and strokes his thumb over my hand.
i look down and blush "even if i am the daughter of an ugly creature?" i say
"y/n, i dont care if youre the daughter of someone who haunted us. you are different from him. and thats why you never left my mind. you dont understand how many times i walked up to your new house and had to walk away, because i got to scared that you didnt want to see me. i cried every single night because i missed your touch, your kisses, your hugs, everything. you mean so much to me and i dont care if youre a clown."
by then i had tears dropping down my cheeks and h was wiping them off with his thumb.
"but youre afraid of clowns"
"you changed my mind on a lot of things, and you made one beautiful clown" a slight came from his mouth. i giggle along with him.
"i love you y/n" i look back up at him and put a light kiss on his lips
"i love you too richie"
(also the dress at the top was my inspiration for your outfit)
