part 3 of changed!
i kinda wanna keep going, but this was only supposed to be an imagine, so i'll end it here.
you guys this one is very long, like 4,000 wc!
i don't know if wattpad is still taking books down, but i'm feeling iffy about this, i'll probably rewrite it later.
there do be mentions of smut in detail though, so watch out.
they're aged up, 18.
once again, inspired by an imagine that i saw a while ago.
excuse any mistakes, it's not entirely checked.
richie stared off into the crowd of the party, not sure what he was searching for.
his eyes landed on y/n, watching her dance with mike & bev.
he smiled at her cute mannerisms, trying to keep up with their friends dancing.
it's been nearly three weeks since he fought with stan back at bill's.
in his mind, he was winning.
knowing damn well that they were both struggling.
he had been trying to keep his distance from the couple, but it was almost as if the universe would pull him back to her.
trying to make small talk with her at school, wanting to carry her books.
he even started carrying her favorite snacks in his lunchbox, asking her if she'd want any, despite stan's constant glare on him.
richie knew one thing, he was completely in love with y/n. he was smitten.
he missed stan, too.
even if he did try to move in on his girlfriend, he knew that it wasn't healthy to be upset at his friends for this long.
he remembers the night stan let him stay in his dad's van when he ran away from home when he was fifteen.
he was so grateful.
& now, he was so angry at him for taking y/n
away, stealing her attention.
he watched as y/n stumbled, she was three drinks in, they all were.
despite being tipsy, richie still kept a clear mind- the only thing being on it was y/n.
"she's crazy, isn't she?"
stan asked from beside richie.
he was so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the other curly headed boy who sat beside him.
richie's gaze trailed back over to y/n.
"you gonna hurt me if i say yeah?"
stan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink,
"no... i'm not."
"really? i thought you would've attacked me just from looking at her." richie said with an amused smile, his eyebrows raised.
stan sighed, taking his eyes off of his dancing girlfriend for a second, glancing over at the trashmouth.
"i think i need to put this out there, & i know the only reason i'm doing it is because i'm a little wound up from the drinks i've had... i don't hate you, rich."
