Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

Wigs

[Edit: i just wanna first thank everyone who's read so far, i adore y'all! next, towards the end of this chapter is gets a bit explicit, so if you're not comfortable reading more mature n sexual content maybe skip the last few paragraphs. it's nothing too graphic, but i just wanted to still put this out there just incase things like that make anyone uncomfortable. enjoy!!]

I wake up and Richie is nowhere to be found. As puzzled as I am, I don't immediately check my phone for a text from him. I rise to my feet and stretch deliberately until I feel awake. I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth, as well as use the restroom. When I return to my own room, I throw on shorts and a plain yellow t-shirt. I wasn't particularly hungry, so I stay in my room and listen to music. Ever since I met Richie, he had begun to influence my music greatly. I was currently listening to The Strokes, which were one of Richie's favorite bands. I lay on my back and kick my feet around to the beat of the tune. My eyes close tight, and the lyrics of Someday pour out of my mouth like heavy rain falling down.

"Nice voice, Edds," Richie calls, making me jump.

I sit up and pause the music, examining him and what he had been holding in his hands. Numerous shopping bags from GoodWill hang on his wrist.

"What's all this shit?" I ask.

He smiles, "Clothes, and a lot of them! I figured we can have some fun today trying them all on. What do you say?"

"You want to play dress up?" I laugh.

He nods, "Yup!"

"Okay, I'm in. Give me something cool to wear."

He asks me to change inside of my walk-in closet, so he can be surprised once I'm all dressed. The outfit he had picked for me was way out of my comfort zone, so much so I felt uncomfortable putting it on my body. The pants were fine, high-waisted, black jeans that were tight everywhere but flared at the very bottom. The top he had given me was black as well, sleeves short, and it fell right at the belt area. The issue I seem to be facing was that it was mesh, with a few rhinestones scattered around. I have never worn something like this in my life, although I was eager to see how I looked in the stereotypically female shirt.

I step out and both of our mouths drop a bit. He had gotten changed too, in an outfit that wasn't his typical style. The jeans were almost a replica of mine just in white, and it was paired with a crimson, baggy, crop top. He looked astounding in it, and I could tell he felt that way too. I feel awkward in my outfit, even though I have no clue how I look.

"You look so hot," He admits. "So do you, Rich."

I make my way to the bedroom mirror and examine my appearance. It was new, and a little bit weird to see my skin shine through a shirt, but I liked it. It sparkled and made me feel girly. He watches me stare at myself, standing directly behind.

"You look so pretty," He gushes.

"I feel feminine," I reply, not breaking my stare.

He says, not breaking his either, "Is that a bad thing?"
"I don't think so," I answer still in slight disbelief that this was actually me.

"Oh! I forgot, I also got this," Richie jolts, breaking the stare and heading to the bags. He pulls out a bottle of mint green nail polish and holds it up to his cheek.

"Let me paint your nails!," He beams, brighter than I have ever seen a face.

I hesitate, "Okay."

I don't think I want my nails painted, even if we were going to take it off before school on Monday. I saw how excited the thought was to Richie though, I couldn't say no to him. With every stroke he smiles more. It was an adorable sight to watch so up-close and personally. When he was done, he told me to stay still while he paints his own. He did surprisingly well for someone with jittery hands. In fact, not one nail looked sloppy. I let them air dry, although I don't know how long it will take so I just continue not moving a muscle until he finishes his.