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Drunk Confessions | richie tozier

You pulled your car to a stop and got out, surveying the faces of everyone you could see. Wherever the drinks were, that's where Richie would be. If he wasn't there then he was probably passed out in one place or another.

You put your car in park and pulled your keys from the ignition. After placing them in your pocket you stepped out. The cold air nipped at your face as you hugged your sweater closer to your body. You locked your car and slowly began to make your way to the house. The neon lights met your eyes and you groaned. How had the neighbors not complained yet?

You kept your focus on trying to find Richie and not on the headache you could already feel coming as you pushed open the front door. The loud music beat against your ears while you tried to make your way around the dancing figures. You were able to look through them and see a table filled with a punch bowl, beer, liquor, and whiskey and sure enough, there was Richie, chugging a bottle of Hennessy.

You hurriedly began to walk towards him, apologizing to anyone you bumped into on the way. When you got there, Richie didn't even notice you, and if he did, he was too intoxicated to know who you were.

"Richie? Richie? Richie!" You shouted. He glanced at you before smiling.

"Hey... I... I know you, don't I?" He asked, his words heavily slurred. You sighed.

"Yes, Richie. It's (Y/n). Come on, I'm taking you home." You replied and slightly tugged on his sleeve. He pulled the bottle away from his lips before burping.

"Wait, wait, wait. I don't... I don't wanna go yet. I... Like... These people. They're nice." He said sadly. You couldn't help but laugh lightly. Richie was one of the cutest drunks you knew.

"Richie, you've gotta put the bottle down. Richie. Please don't make me tell you twice." You reprimanded. He frowned and glanced at the bottle, before looking back at you.

"Fine, but only... Only because you're... Attractive." He mumbled and set the glass on the edge. You smiled and pushed it back slightly, ensuring that no one would accidentally knock it over. You grabbed his arm and slung it over your shoulder, guiding him away from the crowd.

As you began to walk drag him to your car, you could hear him saying bye to the people he hardly even knew. You adjusted him slightly and groaned. Holy shit, this guy is a lot of dead weight, you thought as you opened your car door.

"Sit Richie. You know how to sit - Yeah, just like that okay? Now don't move." You said as you reached over to buckle him in. The belt clicked into place and he gasped.

"How did you... How did you do that? Shit don't tell me... Y-You're a witch aren't you?" He asked, grasping your wrist. You laughed.

"No Richie, I'm not a witch." You replied. He gave you a skeptical look before releasing your hand. You shut the door and walked to the driver's side. After getting in and locking the doors, you started it up and began to drive to your house.

>> timeskip <<

After lugging Richie to your living room and sitting him on the couch, you made your way to your room to grab some blankets. You sorted through the laundry and smiled as you pulled out an old fuzzy blanket from when you were younger. You began to walk back to the living room and laughed as you watched Richie fumbling with your remote.

"The stupid... The stupid fucking remote won't work!" He said, seeming very frustrated as he mashed the button. You sighed and grabbed the remote from him.

"That's because it's not a T.V. remote, it's a garage door opener." You replied while setting it back on the coffee table.

"Oh... I totally knew that." He whispered and laid his head on the arm of the sofa. You smiled and handed him a blanket.

"You should get some sleep." You said quietly. He grabbed the blanket and placed it over his feet, staring at it for a long time.

"You know... Eddie is so... So fucking gay." He mumbled. You choked on your laughter before placing a hand over your mouth.

"Excuse me?" You asked. Richie smiled and yawned.

"You know... That really small boy who's always... Sick? Yeah, he's... He's gay. He came up to one day and was like... He was like yo Richie, I like dick. Well... He didn't say it like that but... But yeah. He likes dick." Richie said. You knew it was most likely just the alcohol talking but still, the idea of Eddie being gay wasn't that far-fetched.

"A-And Bill... The one who can't speak for shit... He's like... Really sad. I think he cries himself to sleep every night because of... Because of Molly Ringwald. Yeah... Said he loves her but he can't tell her because she's... Well, she's famous, you know?" Richie muttered. You chewed on your lip. Molly Ringwald probably meant Beverly. Was Richie still talking out of his ass or was there truth behind what he was saying.

"You know... I'd probably cry too. If I couldn't tell my baby I loved them. I mean... I never have but I could... If I wanted to." He said quietly. This made you raise your eyebrows.

"You have a baby?" You asked. He glanced at you before sighing and sitting up.

"Well... Not technically. I've never told them but... I really love them. Like... When I look at them... I have this... This feeling in my stomach. Like... Like that shitty thing they describe in those cheesy rom coms. Butterflies? No... it's more than butterflies. It's like I can feel my entire insides just... Just churning because they're so fucking perfect. And I don't mean... 'perfect' like they're great, I mean... pure diety-level perfect." He replied. You looked down and felt your heart slowly begin to ache.

"They've got this hair... That feels like silk when you touch it and... And the cutest laugh I've ever heard. They're so kind and they actually think my stupid jokes are funny... And don't even get me started on their smile... God, that smile is enough to light up the entire galaxy. Whenever I see them... I wanna go up to them and just grab their face and say... I wanna say I love you so much. I love you so fucking much (Y/n)." He said. Your eyes widened as the last words fell out of his mouth. Did he really just...?

"Is that their name? (Y/n)?" You asked. He smiled.

"Yeah... You see what I mean? Even their name is perfect. (Y/n). (Y/n)! You could say it... So many different ways and you still couldn't find a way to say it wrong. What really sucks is that... My life is pretty crap but... One day... One day I'm gonna tell them and I'm finally gonna get my love... One day..." He whispered, his eyelids dropping slightly. You smiled as his breathing slowed down. He began to snore quietly and you leaned over, placing your lips on his forehead.

"You already did, Richie."