lovers •r.t.•

part 8

chapter song:Rejects by 5 Seconds Of Summer
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AYLA'S POV.
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i woke up to the sound of yelling downstairs.

i shot right up, accidentally throwing Richie's hand off me and jumped up out of bed.

"hey, don't go down there." Richie whisper yelled as he grabbed my wrist.

"b-but!"

"we need to get out of here." he whispered.

i looked back at my door before turning back to him and nodding a little bit.

i opened my closet as quietly as i could and pulled out a black t-shirt that said "The Beatles" on it.

my mom gave it to me back a few years ago because she could no longer wear it and she knew my love for the band.

i quickly pulled the shirt i had on, off and replaced it with the other t-shirt.

"shorts."

he nodded and picked up a pair of somewhat tight black shorts off of my dresser and handed them to me.

"out of all shorts? really?" i laughed.

he just winked and watched me as i changed into them.

"okay lets go."

he nodded before opening up my window and helping me jump down.

he closed the window before jumping out with me.

"cmon, we meet the losers in about ten minutes." he said, walking up to our bikes.

i nodded before picking my bike up and getting on it, Richie doing the same.

we began riding down the street, beside each other before i finally spoke up,

"Rich?"

"yeh?"

"i uh..thanks. for last night." i smiled.

"no need to thank me, hot stuff." he winked.

i blushed a little before we both turned into town.

we began walking before i walked up to the rest of the gang.

i heard arguing behind me so i walked up to Richie, only to see him playing some instrument he had stolen from one of the guys in the marching band.

the guy finally got the instrument back, making Richie yell,

"what the fuck dude?!"

i laughed at their bickering before Eddie walked up to us, handing Richie an ice cream cone.

we all walked back up to everyone as they started talking about whatever was making them see things.

Richie went to go bite into his ice cream cone before i quickly licked it.

"rude.." he said, glaring at me.

i smiled before taking another lick at it.

he rolled his eyes before he finally ate the ice cream cone.

"27 years." was all i heard from Bill before i tunes out again.

"sweetheart?"

"yes, Richard?"

"ew no. don't call me that. anyways, Eddie and i are going to the arcade because these nerds are boring. wanna come along?" he asked.

"yeh sure." i smiled.