July
I went to Stan's bar mitzvah with my parents. It was awkward. I ignored Richie's constant staring and my mom, who knew nothing of the fight and insisted the staring was affection. Annoyed was what I was. I spoke with Stan— congratulated him. Stan and I never had any reason to quit speaking to each other, we just figured it was best.
When I got home that night, my mother sat next to me on my bed. "Are you okay? You seem distant." I sighed. "Richie made fun of my lisp back in June... it was in a moment of anger and I yelled at him. We haven't spoken since." She kissed my head. "Sometimes people do stupid things when they're angry or sad. Just know that I've seen you and him. That boy loves you, Jules. Really loves you." I frowned. "But—" "Just give him a chance."
I told my mom I'd be going to apologize (even if I had nothing to apologize for...) but really I was going to the gas station for a slushee.
I paid for the slushee but temptation got the best of me and I stole a pack of cigarettes.
I rode my bike to the quarry and found the lighter Beverly always kept hidden in the bush.
I sipped the slushee and smoked and forgot for a while.
I didn't have friends. Oh well.
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Lisp • Richie Tozier (1)
Fanfiction"Wanna hear a joke about my wang? Nevermind it's too long." "Beep beep, Richie." • • • A story about a quiet girl with a lisp who falls for a boy with a...
