IT & Cast Prefrences & One Shots

👓 | Richie Tozier | O N E

Richie called at 3 A.M. "Y/n,can we go for a drive?" "Richie Tozier if you're trying to sleep with me-" "Y/n please I really need to be around you. I just need you. Please." He implored. "Okay. Be at my house in ten." I hung up and set the receiver to my phone down. Luckily I had my own phone line in my bedroom so I didn't get caught having late night talks. I put on some tight jean shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top with one of Richie's stupid Hawaiian tops I stole. I slipped on my shoes and hopped out of my window. I waited outside my house and got into Richie's car. It was a 1979 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am he worked his ass off for. The car was badass, so it was time and money well spent. He also worked his ass off to get the car fixed up. He popped in the "Late Night Drives" mix tape I made him after we had been a few night drives. The first side were light songs that were smooth and had a nice melody. The second side were melancholy songs that gave you a sinking feeling that everything was awful. I liked the tape sides equally, but the second side had a raw beauty to it. It was honest, and it always made you realize how shitty your life really is. I think everyone needs that from time to time. Life will always suck, but drives with him made life so much better, even if they were somber sometimes. I will always cherish these drives with Richie,even if he woke me up at three AM because he "needed to see me." Sometimes we don't say a word, just hold hands and stare out at the scenery, listening to the lyrics surrounding us. Another thing about the second side, it had a way of enrapturing you. The lyrics and placid feel of the melody enclosed you. Like the only thing in the world are the lyrics and the scenery of Derry, Maine. The second side, which had decided to play was contrived of these songs:

-Here I dreamt I was An Architect - The Decemberists

-Magic - She's Only Sixteen

-Two Coffins - Against Me!

-Little Queenie - Sadgirl

-Naomi - Neutral Milk Hotel

-Asleep - The Smiths

-Nicole - Hotel Books

-Between The Bars - Elliott Smith

-Angeles - Elliott Smith

When Namoi started I turned to him. His right arm was on the steering wheel and he was staring straight out at the road in front of us. "Richie, what's wrong?" He shook his head,"Just missed you." I sighed. "Richie, just tell what it is." He pulled the car over. "Nothing's wrong." "Richie. C'mon, I know you better than you know yourself." He put his head down. "Rich..." I saw his shoulders tremble. He was trying not to cry, I could tell. I wrapped my arms around his torso,"It's okay Richie." He hugged me back, crying into my shoulder. "Please tell me what's wrong." "I just feel so fucking low. I feel like shit. I hate myself, and I feel like you're going to find someone else. Someone you like better, someone you like more. Like you're going to get annoyed with me." He mumbled into my ear. "You're the only one for me Tozier. I love you so much." "I love you too." He pulled away from the hug and started driving again, not looking anywhere but the road. "I-I just get sad at night sometimes. When you're not there I feel-sad, I guess." I grabbed his hand,"It's okay baby." I kissed his cheek. "Do you want to come home with me and sleep in my bed?" He nodded his head, not taking his eyes off the road. He drove to my neighborhood and parked a street away. We snuck into my room through the window. I turned on the lamp so we could see. I'm on the first story, and my parents are on the second, so it was easy to sneak people in and out. I shrugged off Richie's shirt, and then my tank top. He stared at me the whole time. I took off my shorts and walked over to my closet in my underwear. I pulled out a silk nighty and put it over my underwear. "Your turn." I smiled. He took off his jean jacket and his shoes. "Continue." He took off his jeans and t-shirt, dropping it on the ground in front of him. He sat on my bed, and I folded his clothes and set them on my vanity dresser. I joined him in bed, laying on my side in front of him. He was pressed against me, his arms encircled my waist. He kissed the nape of my neck,"I love you." "I love you too Rich."

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