richie imagine!
WATCH OUT FOR SPELLING MISTAKES!
4 weeks ago
"i think it would benefit you to keep a journal, to write all of your feelings in." the school counselor spoke.
this was the third time richie had been sent to see her. life at home has been pretty difficult ever since his mom & dad started fighting.
he would watch as his grades started dropping & he started to become the quiet one of the group.
he knew she was right, but he didn't want some girly journal to write in, "like a diary? no offense ms. ryan's, but i ain't no fucking girl-"
"watch your language!" she pointed at him with a stern look on her face. "i never said you were a girl, richard. i just believe it would make you feel better, you could write whatever you want in it. good or bad."
richie hesitated for a moment, "only we would know about it?" he pointed between him & the counselor.
"only we would know." she reassured with a nod.
he sighed, he felt like this was a bad idea, but maybe he could benefit from it.
"okay."
ms. ryan's reached in her drawer & pulled out a small, green journal, "this is yours to keep." she handed it over.
richie nodded & thanked her on his way out, stuffing the journal in his bag. he already knew what he would write about first.
present
"no he doesn't." i giggled at bev.
we were currently in detention for violating dress code.
"richie stares at you all the time, y/n. i don't know how i've never noticed it!" she exclaimed.
"yeah, when you talk to people, you tend to stare at them bev!" i laughed even harder, not believing her.
"okay, whatever...but look what i grabbed from his backpack this morning!" she held up a small book.
"what is that? a diary?"
she shook her head, "i think it's a journal. i read it & you won't believe what-"
"you read his journal? bev that's such an invasion of privacy!" i whisper shouted.
she just gave me a grin & went to open it before i stopped her, "he's probably gonna lose his shit once he see's it's not in his locker."
"i would too, but i don't have a diary."
she went to open it again but i put my hand on top of hers.
"bev, this doesn't feel right. i mean, none of us knew about it so he obviously wants to keep it a secret..."
"oh trust me, you're gonna be suprised what he writes about." she grinned at me again.
i furrowed my eyebrows, "what are you taking about?"
"just look!" she opened the book & i hesitantly looked inside with her.
i was shocked to find out that he wrote about me on his first page.
dear journal,
today was another boring day at school. i went to class, talked with friends, went to more classes & got yelled at for talking to stan.
i was just asking him about y/n.
i haven't seen her since second period.
i miss her. a lot. she's all i think about. she's so beautiful.
until tomorrow, richie tozier.
i gasped, "no way..."
bev nodded & looked over at me, "just wait! there's more!" she stifled her laugh & turned to the second page.
dear journal,
today y/n wore a dress, it fit her so well. i could see her curves & i almost got caught staring until eddie punched me in the shoulder. the things i would do to her.
she makes me weak, i'm so in love with her.
i don't care if i'm made fun of by stan anymore. i just want to ask her to the arcade with me. just her & i, but it's hard when i don't know if she feels the same way.
until tomorrow, richie tozier.
i could feel myself blush, how could i not tell? we're best friends. bev looked over at me & her cheeks looked like they hurt from grinning too hard. "i fucking told you he likes you, there's page after page that he's written just talking about you!" she flipped through the pages.
even though i knew it was wrong, that afternoon was spent with bev & i looking through richies whole journal, or at least the pages he's filled out so far.
i decided to mess with him a little bit once i saw him again. bev asked to go to the bathroom right before school ended & somehow managed to break into richie's locker & sneak the journal back into his bag.
she came back before the bell rang & the halls crowded with people. on our way out we saw bill, eddie, stan & richie walking towards the exit.
bev & i smirked at each other before we ran up behind them. i snaked my arm around richie's waist, hugging him while we walked.
"hi, rich!" i looked up at him, blush covering his cheeks.
"hey t-toots." he carefully wrapped an arm around me.
i beamed at him, "can i talk to you. alone." i whispered the last part & i could feel his hand shake on my shoulder.
"uhh, yeah...sure!" he squeaked.
i looked behind him to make sure bev was distracting the others & grabbed richies shaking hand, leading him away as we got outside.
"so what did you wanna talk to me about, babe?"
the pet name made me smile, i couldn't believe this was happening. i had liked richie for so long but never thought he liked me back.
i leaned forward & looked up at his face, "i was wondering if you'd wanna go to the arcade with me?"
his breath hitched, "y-you wanna go to the arcade...with me?" he pointed to himself.
"of course i do richie! or we could just hang out at my house," i paused to rub my hand up his arm. "whatever you wanna do."
i mentally laughed while watching him become a flustered mess.
"y-you read my journal, didn't you?" he gulped.
i grabbed his jaw & pulled him down to my height, pecking him on the lips.
"i did, & i'm sorry. i know it was an invasion of privacy, but i want you to know that i really do feel the same way. & i'd love to hang out with you."
he smiled & leaned in for another kiss, "well fuck, baby. how can i be mad at you?" he grinned.
"you don't have to be."
he grabbed my hand with his & kissed it, "i love you."
"i love you too."
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