richie imagine!
something a little different, probably gonna need a part two.
this is pretty long though.
aged up to 17/18, you already know.
also, there may be implications of smut.
this was also inspired by an imagine i saw a long time ago.
two months ago
"y/n, y-you've been my best friend since we were thirteen. you mean a lot to me, believe me....but i'm just not into you like that. i'm sorry." richie grabbed his curls as he nervously tried to let me down.
we were currently at a diner, waiting for the rest of the losers & me, being the dumbass that i am, thought that now would be the perfect time to tell richie that i've been in love with him all through out middle & high school.
you can see how that turned out.
i gulped, taking a deep breath before replying.
"hold on...let me get this straight, you don't like me like that?"
i was certain that he found me attractive at least. he constantly flirts with me & tells me how beautiful i am.
"b-but you flirt with me & y-you told me how pretty i was when i came here!"
i mentally curse myself for stuttering & sounding so desperate.
he stared at me with an anxious & nervous expression, "babe, i flirt with everyone. i didn't mean to lead you on...i thought you would've known by now that's how i am." he shrugged.
i crossed my arms & looked away, i felt the need to cry.
"i didn't know that..." i whispered mostly to myself, but i knew he would hear it. he was sitting across from me.
richie tapped his foot on the ground repeatedly,
"truly, i'm sorry doll. i really thought that you knew."
i decided to just ignore him for the remaining time, praying that it wouldn't be that long until the losers showed up.
my prayers were answered when i heard the bell above the door jingle & felt a presence beside me.
"hey guys!" bev greeted, the rest of the losers behind her.
you could tell the the tension in the atmosphere was thick. or maybe it was just me, hopefully no one notices my off - behavior.
stan slid in the booth next to me, nudging his leg against mine, "you okay?"
shit.
i turn to look at him while the others got situated in the booth.
"never better."
i sarcastically smiled.
"you wanna talk about it?" he whispered.
i shook my head, crossing my arms.
"i just wanna enjoy my night." i tried smiling genuinely this time.
he smiled back at me, "now that's what i like to see."
