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"SO WE GONNA HAVE SEX OR WHAT?"
"i'm not letting your dick anywhere near me, trashmouth. and by the way, beep beep richie." presley groaned. they'd been making their way back to her house and had finally arrived on the front steps after at least 30 minutes of semi awkward silence. they stood on the steps.
"i don't need you. i already fucked your mom."
presley visibly tensed at that. her family had been freshly torn apart, and although it wasn't richie, presley was pretty sure someone had gotten between her parents.
"if anything, you fucked my dad richard." presley let out a soft, pained laugh.
richie's heart skipped a beat. he didn't know why that one sentence made his chest feel like it was about to explode. she couldn't know. there's no way she knew, right? he couldn't get the words out. his throat was so tight it felt like it might close up.
"i-i- i'm not," he stuttered.
"relax, dude," richie was gripping the side railing so tight his knuckles turned white, " i don't think you're gay or anything. my dad just- he- he cheated on my mom once. a long time ago. around the time i ditched you guys. but i'm sure you already knew that."
richie knew that. people had talked about it the entire year, and now that he thought about it, he had too. the losers had been obsessed with her and the rumor- until it had proven to be more than a rumor. of course that's what she was referring to. his secret was safe. for now, at least.
"anyways, my house is a bit of a mess. there was a... my mom threw a party. for her birthday," presley continued on, "my grandpa was here and things got pretty crazy between him and my dad and so everyone left for the night. to cool off." presley silently prayed that richie would believe her story, that she wouldn't have to go into detail about what really happened. she wasn't looking for her life to collapse more than it already had in one night.
"it's cool," was all richie said.
presley opened the door to a home covered in glass. picture frames were crooked, or broken, or not on the wall at all. a bar stool had been flipped upside down. the couch cushions were thrown across the floor.
"it looks like a bar fight in here."
not that richie had ever seen a real bar fight. he just watched a lot of tv shows.
"i told you things got crazy." presley sighed.
"you didn't tell me there were wwe fighters up in here though."
presley ignored that comment.
she stepped lightly, being sure to avoid the glass, richie following. they carefully made their way to the pantry in the kitchen. presley dug around for a broom and a dustpan, handing them to richie as she found them.
