Matt Dillon imagines ♡

Richie White (2)

"I'm off to work, see you later!" Mom calls out.

I hear the front door shut and I'm home alone. Normally, I would do whatever I wanted but having recently broken my leg in a car accident, I'm bed bound and forced to wear a cast with little to do.

Time ticks sluggishly slow as I'm bored out of my mind. Then, the sound of footsteps downstairs freezes me in my place. As they approach, I grab onto and grip my crutch tightly, ready to protect myself from danger.

A minute or so later, the door swings open and I go into attack mode.

"AYE CUT IT OUT!"

"Oh-" I stop immediately when I realize it's Richie.

He rubs his head and his arm, a frown plasters his face. "Sorry babe, you scared me" I sigh. "The backdoor was unlocked so I let myself in to keep you company" he kicks his shoes off. "You're supposed to be at school, Doberman will be out looking for you" I point out uselessly, he doesn't care.

"That pig can't do nothing to me. I would rather spend time with you than learn lousy education," he grins. Richie turns on the television and crawls into bed beside me. We cuddle for a little but mostly make out.

When we pull apart he says "I got something for you Y/n," and leans down to pick my gift up. It's a miniature butterfly made out of gemstones, very pretty and expensive looking. "Awe thank you," I kiss his cheek, admiring his thoughtfulness.

"I bought it on my way over here," he says proudly.

I would've believed him had it not been for the half ripped off tag I discover on the bottom.

"What have I told you about stealing?? You promised me that you would give it up" I huff. "Look Y/n, it's not a big deal," he rolls his eyes "I did this for you, don't start with the lectures or I'm leaving."

To spare an argument, I turn my back to him and give the silent treatment. Richie has zero patience and within the next minute, he's all over me, kissing my neck, running his hands through my hair and cuddling me.

"I didn't hear an apology," I mumble.

"For what? I don't do anything wrong" he shrugs.

"You're literally the reason we crashed into the ditch! All because you wouldn't listen to me when I told you to stop waving the map in my face" I cross my arms.

"Oh cmon," he whines "It was the crooked rocky path that didn't help."

With a scoff, I try to ignore him again but he knows my biggest weakness.

"I love you, baby."

A smile etches on my face. "You mean it?"

"Course I do," he meaningfully kisses me before we settle down again. I give in way too easily but I know I like the attention he gives me. Besides, I'm learning to accept he's a troublemaker.

Our favourite tv show begins and Richie wraps his arms around me protectively, his head resting in the crook of my neck. I wouldn't want to spend my day any other way.