aged up to 17+
inspired by the song buddy holly by weezer
y/s = your state
watch out for spelling mistakes!
"c'mon hotstuff, they'll fuckin' love you."
richie grabbed my hand & lead me to the door. "rich, you already know that i've been nervous about this. i already told you about my last relationship." i grasped his arm.
he looked at me sympathetically & leaned forward to kiss my cheek, "i swear to you, there's nothing to worry about. they're nice & if they weren't, i wouldn't be introducing you to them." he smiled & moved some hair away from my face.
i smiled back at him & nodded, showing that i was ready to be introduced to the losers. richie brought me out here to this party & it had me nervous, considering i was still somewhat new to derry. richie & i met two months ago at the arcade because we were the only two oldest kids who stayed after ten pm to crush street fighter or challenge each other to packman, then make fun of ourselves for it later.
i went to derry high with him & we had a few classes together, making us become closer as we would hang out in class & at the arcade.
it was something about those wild raven curls & that gorgeous bone structure of his that not only made me attracted to his personality - because let's be honest - that's one of my favorite things about the trashmouth.
& i can't forget those adorable glasses he wears that make his beautiful brown eyes seem two times bigger than they actually are.
after observing richie from afar, i also noticed how caring he is for his friends. he's so sweet yet crude, it makes me blush.
& apparently i make him blush too, because everytime he would glance at me in & between classes, everytime he would ask for a pencil, everytime he would open the door to the arcade so i could go first & the very first time i said 'fuck' in front of him - he blushed madly everytime.
it wasn't long before he asked me to be his while we split a chocolate milkshake at the diner beside the arcade. i could never forget the moment to save my life. his cheeks were dusted a deep pink & his upper lip twitched as he thought of ways to get the words out.
"wanna be my sweetheart?" he would ask me before quickly shaking his head. "sorry, that was a shitty way to put it." he chuckled nervously.
i felt a huge grin spread to my cheeks, "i would love to be your sweetheart, richie." i blushed at him, placing my hand over his shaky one.
he gasped & looked up to meet my eyes with his wide ones before his face broke out into a goofy grin.
& that's how richie tozier & i started dating. we've been dating for about a month & he really wanted me to meet his friends, which leads us to right now.
i'm stood at the door of bill denbrough's house, one of richies friends, while a party was being held inside. i tightened my grip on richies hand while he rang the doorbell.
richie knows how my ex used to treat me & how his friends would join in & do their best to tear me down. richie promised me that the losers aren't anywhere near that & that he would always protect me.
