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3rd Rate Fights (Richard Wellington x Childhood Friend! Reader)

3rd Rate Fights (Richard Wellington x Childhood Friend! Reader)

Requested by Jonesayl000

A/N: This chapter may contain swearing and may trigger flashbacks for certain audiences. Please skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable.

Your Pov:

I stood at the sink washing dishes. Richard was sitting at the table finishing up dinner. Richard was a good friend of mine. We'd been friends since we were kids and now, we live together. He's looking into some universities and I'm already going to school. I had noticed that he'd been acting strange all day, but decided not to ask him about it. He came into the kitchen and started helping me with the dishes. He sighed, "So, you want to explain what's going on?" I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? What's wrong with you?"

He scoffed, "What's wrong with me? Last time I checked I wasn't the one moping around and giving short answers." He frowned, "How about explaining that before pointing fingers?" I spoke, "I...don't want to talk about it, Richard." He sighed angrily, "Of course you don't want to talk about it! You're like this every damn time!" He continued, "Shutting yourself in and shutting me out. And I makes me feel like garbage when I'm not able to help you." I shook my head, "You wouldn't understand."

He chuckled, "I understand that you don't want to express your feelings sometimes, but I actually care if my best friend is upset." I felt my heart break more at the words 'best friend'. I bit my lip, "Why?" He spoke, "I want to know about it." He looked at me, "Maybe I can help you somehow, I don't know." He laughed and shook his head in that condescending way, "Well, baby, have you ever thought that maybe, I don't know, if we had an actual conversation, then I'd probably understand?" I snapped at him, "How would you know?!" He rolled his eyes, "It's called communication. Actually talking about your issues and facing reality. Sounds foreign, I know."

He calmed a bit, "I remember when you told me I needed to open up more and I did. I'm telling you the same stuff you told me. Why not practice what you preach?" Then, the anger returned to to voice. I sighed, "And what about you? Killing that policeman? I bailed you, but you never once talked to me about it." He scoffed, "Wow. You're really bringing that up? Why would you even say that? It happened a year ago. Would you let it go?!" He growled, "Honestly, you've got some nerve." I glared at him, "I've got some nerve? Why not take a look in the mirror, sweetheart?" He frowned.

"Ah, forget it! You know what? You. Know. What? I'm not dealing with this tonight!" I looked at him, "What? You being too pushy about my emotions?" He slammed his hands on the counter, his gold colored fringe swaying a bit, "This! It's constantly the same thing with you! You are scared! Your third-rate ex partner and ex friends hurt you in the past and now you're afraid! It's a normal thing, baby,  stop acting like it's not." I stared at him silently, holding back the tears, threatening to fall, "...You don't know anything."

He chuckled condescendingly, "You're right. I don't know anything. With how things are looking right now, I guess I never will." He grabbed his keys, "Don't wait up." He walked out of the kitchen. I called out, "I won't." I heard the door slam and I ran to my room. I locked the door and collapsed on my bed in tears. I held a pillow and sobbed into it. I had really liked him, more than a friend, but that fight just crushed my heart into a million pieces. He probably hates me now. He probably thinks I'm just third-rate too.

An hour later, I heard a knock at my door, "Hey, are you in there?" I sighed, "Y-Yeah..." The door opened and Richard stepped inside. He looked frazzled and I knew I looked pretty bad too. He spoke, "I'm so sorry. I really am." I spoke, "It's fine. You said what you had to." He sat down on the bed next to me, "No, no. I shouldn't have. I tried to force you into speaking about your feelings. If you don't want to tell me what's going on all the time, then that's fine. You tell me when you're ready." I smiled slightly, then frowned, "But I should be able to communicate with you like normal and..." He shook his head.

"Well, don't say it like you're the bad guy." He sighed, "I guess, I guess I need to work on how I  handle things too. In a non 3rd-rate way." He looked down, "You didn't deserve to be talked to like that." He hesitated, "I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm scared too. When things don't go a certain way, I...I kind of panic." Seeing this vulnerable side of him, I scooted closer and leaned my head onto his shoulder. He spoke, "Will you ever forgive me?" I lifted my head from his shoulder, "Do you forgive me?" He nodded, "Of course I forgive you too!"

I looked at him, "It's ok?" He nodded again, "It's more than ok. Come here." I got closer and he hugged me, "You don't deserve to be yelled at. I'm so sorry." I shook my head, "Stop apologizing. It's ok." He hugged me tighter, "I don't want to stop saying sorry! It's not ok! As your best friend, I'm supposed to be there for you, and I'm supposed to care for you when you need it." My heart ached at that phrase again. Then, he said something unexpected, "I'm going to keep kissing you until you forgive me!"

He started planting kisses all over my face, making me blush. I tried to wiggle away and he laughed, "You're not getting away this time. I'm showering you with adoration!" He looked at me, "But seriously, I'm here for you. If you don't want to talk about your feelings, because feelings can be so third-rate sometimes, I won't force you. Just because you're not ready to tell me doesn't mean I'm a bad best friend. And just because you're not ready to open up, doesn't mean you're a bad best friend either."

He continued, "It takes time. I know that now." I smiled, "I'll tell you." His eyes widened, "Huh?! Just like that? You know you don't have to. I don't want to force anything or..." He sighed, "Well, alright. If you truly want to. Who am I to stop you? Go on. I'm all ears."