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requested by @blonded- crush culture by conan gray
the game y/n was playing with richie was torture to the boy. all he wanted was her to be his. she was playing hard to get.
"stop standing by the phone. no one's gonna call you." richie teased y/n who stood by the phone stand.
she instantly moved away and leaned against the brick wall with richie, scoffing, "who would want to call me anyways? i don't care if i'm forever alone."
"let's go to the arcade." richie raced her to the arcade, instantly running to the vacant spots at street fighter, richie purposefully placing his hand on the stick before y/n, feeling as her hand fell onto of his.
she looked down and pulled it up with an eye roll, "i'm not falling for you."
richie slid in two tokens, one for him and one for her. "oh yeah? and why is that?" he leaned effortlessly against the arcade game, looking at her with awe as she smiled.
"cause this baby is love proof." she nodded knowingly.
y/n kicked richie's ass in street fighter, jumping up and down in victory and bliss. "does that win make me even more irresistible, tozier?" she did a pose that made her look adorable that richie rolled his eyes at.
"i don't care what you're saying, i don't wanna participate in your game of manipulation." richie joked, feeling like y/n was trying to twist his feelings.
she gasped dramatically, "manipulation? that was quite rude of you to say!" her voice twisted into some kind of terrible accent that richie laughed at.
"oh, look at me. i'm y/n! all of this love is suffocating, just let me be sad and lonely." he mocked her.
y/n punched him, feelings butterflies in her stomach. "crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts." she whispered, sliding in two tokens to play another round.
y/n tried whatever she did to but make eye contact with the boy, knowing that he did and now look at him, the y/n obsessed boy. everyone in the loser club knew he liked her.
looking into the eyes was like looking into the soul, something that would get you intoxicated in that person.
y/n didn't want to fall too far down that hole. she was already scared she would hurt him by giving him hope.
she looked around the ice cream parlour, seeing all the pretty kids around them, sitting down and eating ice cream sundaes. richie needed another.
"hey rich, i'm gonna go to the bathroom." richie nodded and let her go, watching as she disappeared begins the closing door.
she walked into a vacant stall and sat down on the closed seat, pulling her legs up to hug them. her feelings for richie started to grown every day and she was so scared. she was scared of love and all she thought was that richie was feeding her beautiful lies.
y/n hid in the bathroom and waited until richie to find someone else new.
"guys, shut your mouths! you're talking too loud." y/n shushed beverly and bill, who were talking a bit too loud.
"and no one cares if you two made out." richie groaned as he licked his ice cream.
"i'm sick of this kissing cult." stanley sighed.
"hey loser. what are you doing after this?" richie called after y/n, throwing away his stale ice cream cone.
"heading to the quarry. i'm not swimming though." y/n shrugged.
"okay, i'm going with you then."
"wh-"
"you know that i like you, right?" richie muttered, staring up at the stars as they laid on the rock.
y/n smiled, "doesn't everyone?"
richie turned his head towards her, "i'm serious."
y/n turned her head towards him as well. "yeah, i do."
"so, you don't have the least bit of attraction to me? like i'm not hot?" he gestured towards his body, listening to y/n laugh with a smile on his face.
"i don't not have an attraction towards you."
richie smiled dopily, "okay, i'm cool with that."
crush culture makes me want to spill my guts!
aspen! i got strong richie vibes from this song because SIMP
