《hot stuff ☕︎ | richie tozier》24
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'hey, hey, hey; baby don't cry. we still have like 26 hours left together!' richie attempted to comfort me as i wept into my hands while we were swinging on the huge swings that were attached to one of the many trees in the woods
'don't remind me!' i answered, bawling my eyes out
richie continued to rub his hand on my back, knowing it was to comfort me; but still secretly trying to figure out what bra i was wearing; classic richie
i'll miss him so much
'baby, look at me' richie said as his hand moved from my back to my chin,
he lifted my head up so we looked at each other directly in the eyes
'it's eight o'clock; we have the whole day to spend together. we shouldn't mope around; we should do something and spend every last second together! it's summer, the possibilities are endless!' he said, sympathy filled his voice
i used the sleeve of richie's hawaiian shirt to wipe my tears away and replied,'you're right, i shouldn't be so sad when you're still here; now let's make the best of this last day!'
we both smiled and laughed a little as richie wiped away the last of my tears
he leaned in and we kissed; it was magical
'so, mr tozier, what do you want to do now?' i asked him as we held hands and started walking out of the forest and into the perfect summer day
the sun was shining and there was a light breeze, it was warm; but wasn't too hot nor cold
it really was a perfect day, and i was going to spend it with the perfect person
'well, future mrs tozier, maybe we could go down to the arcade and i could beat you in a simple game of pac-man?' he said and winked as we started walking towards the direction of the town center; where all the restaurants, shops, and the arcade were located
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he linked our arms and I laughed as I agreed to his idea,'of course, mr beautiful, but if i were you i wouldn't be so sure of beating against the great victoria!'
he laughed at my goofiness, and we approached the houses that surrounded the town
'dang i love you' richie mumbled as he pressed his lips against mine, creating a sweet, but short kiss
as we finally arrived at the movie theatre, we walked through the doors, the cool air conditioning blowing lightly on our faces and bodies, we made our way to the arcade inside of the theatre, walking past other kids that were in to watch a horror movie, and older people that were probably going to watch some old french romance movie
'come on, vic, we have to go! hurry up!' richie said as he noticed some kid was about to take the pac-man machine before we had a chance to
luckily, richie sped off and almost pushed the kid over while trying to get to the machine before he did
'hey! that's unfair! i was here first!' the kid, who had a weird similarity to richie, said. he looked about our age, and probably went to our school
i caught up to richie and stood beside him, taking a closer look at the boy while him and richie discussed over the arcade game
'go home, mike!' richie said to him after he scoffed
mike, so that's what his name was
i lightly tapped on richie's shoulder and whispered in his ear,'you know him?'
he whispered back to me,'yeah, he was in my study hall a few times throughout the year'
i nodded as they continued to discuss over who would get to use the arcade machine again
'buzz off, tozier!' mike told him as he stepped closer to richie
'BuZz oFf, WhEeLeR!' richie mocked him as richie stepped closer, both of their faces inches apart
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the last time richie's face was so close to someone's was when we kissed, hm, how funny
'don't mock me! it's probably your ugly girlfriend's fault because if i had to kiss that hideous face, i'd also become retarted like you!
jeez, what did i do to him?
'she's not ugly, you dickhead'
'hell yeah she is, uglier than you and it didn't even seem possible judging from the way you look' mike taunted, knowing that bringing me up would set richie off
richie didn't give a flying fuck about what people thought about him or said to him, but when it came to me; if anyone even said as much as one whisper, they'd be as good as dead
then, as if richie was a ticking time bomb,
he exploded
with one quick motion, richie's fist was curled up, hitting mike directly in the nose, most likely breaking it with the force he punched at, making it start pour out with blood
'no pac-man today, babycakes!' richie laughed as he lightly grabbed my arm and sprinted out of the arcade with me following closely behind, trying to keep up
we heard some employees at the theatre yell after us, but we didn't stop speeding away
after running a few blocks, we stopped, making sure that no one was running after us, and making sure that we were safe
both of us completely out of breath, richie yelled,'holy FUCK!'
i looked at him with a defeated smile, panting, with my hands on my knees while trying to catch my breath
the adrenaline was most likely pumping fast through richie, as he was already back to his normal breathing patterns and he was smiling at me as he continued,'that was AWESOME!'
i laughed,'yeah, and you won't have to worry about getting kicked out of the arcade anymore!'
i laughed an airy laugh as he grabbed my hand and we slowly started heading towards the ice cream parlour, about ten minutes away from where we were before
when we finally got there, it was around 1 o'clock in the afternoon
'vic, baby, do you want to grab lunch and then come back here after?' richie asked me as we stood in front of the ice cream store with our hands intertwined
'sure, if that's what you wanna do; I mean the cafe is literally across the street so let's go' I said with a smile as we crossed the street together and walked into the little italian cafe that we had gone to before on a couple of dates
after we got seated, the waiter took our order,'and what would you kids like to have today?'
i looked at richie, hinting that he should order for the both of us, and he spoke up,'um, can we please have one large order of spaghetti and meatballs, with extra cheese,' richie winked at me, knowing my love for cheese
'and then also a diet coke and a root beer; that'll be it!' richie expressed as the waiter quickly wrote down the order in his notebook before leaving again
me and richie sat together in a booth, but we both were on the same side of the booth
richie had his left arm lazily draped around my shoulders, and my face was nuzzled in his neck
'you're gorgeous, richie tozier' i whispered, loud enough for richie to hear me, but soft enough so it was only richie that could hear me
'do you have an inhaler, baby?' richie asked
i sat up in confusion and slight amusement,'what? why?' i asked him with a slight chuckle
'because you take my breath away' he laughed in amusement at his joke, and i couldn't help but laugh too
'geez richie, i'm going to miss your cheesy pickup lines' I told him with a sigh
he sighed too, both of our smiles fading a little bit at the mention of what was going to happen tomorrow,'i'm gonna miss you like hell, victoria'
'i love you so much, rich'
'i love you too, hot stuff'
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