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The Morning After | richie tozier

"Fucking finally." You replied lightheartedly, locking your front door as he walked out after you. He rolled his eyes before sticking his tongue out at you. You laughed and began walking to your car.

You and Richie were a power couple, but not a couple couple. You were the power couple of badass nerdy best friends who always brought life to the party. And I mean every party. When there was a party, you were some of the first people to get invited. With good reason. I mean, you and Richie were probably the best drunks to be around.

You unlocked your car and sat in the front seat, pushing the key into the ignition. After the quiet rumble of the engine, you shut the door and buckled yourself in. The car gave a slight jolt as Richie got in. He shut the door and propped his feet on the dashboard. You turned toward him and he looked to you.

"What?" He asked.

"Feet down, seatbelt on." You said. He groaned before doing as he was told.

"What are you a parent?" He asked with a scrutinizing look. You rolled your eyes and laughed quietly as he buckled in. He rummaged through your glove box before smirking. He switched the radio before holding up a black cassette. He pushed it in the slot as you began backing out. The familiar sound of guitar meeting your ears. You groaned loudly.

"Seriously Richie? You play this song every time!" You shouted, glaring at him as you turned the corner.

"It's a good song!" He replied.

"Yes it's a good song, but after listening to it 73 times, it gets old!" You said. He, however, stopped listening as he started singing along. You rolled your eyes, knowing your attempts at getting his attention would be pointless if he was already singing. You glared at the road ahead, bracing yourself for an agonizing drive of listening to lyrics that seemed to be drilled into your brain.

>> timeskip <<

You pulled the car to a stop before placing it in park and taking the keys from the ignition. You unbuckled yourself and opened the door, Richie doing the same. You grabbed your bag and after tossing your keys in the pocket, you made your way to the front door. The house looked pretty derelict for somewhere that was hosting a party, but you knocked anyways.

You could hear footsteps on the other side before the door flung open. A boy stood in front of you, a sweater vest and tie adorning his body. You raised your eyebrows as he adjusted his posture and cleared his throat. You recognized him just barely. He was in your Chem class.

"Sorry, I don't think we have the right address. There's supposed to be-"

"No no! You have the right address! You guys are Richie and (Y/n)... Right?" He asked timidly. You smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what was happening.

"Okay, move aside kid. We've obviously got a code tan, you know the drill." You said, walking past the boy in the doorway. He stumbled slightly before regaining his balance. Richie made his way over to the phone and picked up the receiver. You walked around, finding the kitchen and ushering him to follow you.

"What's your name?" You asked, shuffling through his fridge. He scratched the back of his neck.

"Um... It's Bryan." He replied quietly. You bent lower, looking through the bottom shelves.

"And tell me, Bryan, when are your parents coming home?" You asked, shutting the fridge and opening the freezer.

"Monday morning." He replied. You smirked.

"Wonderful. Jeez, do your parents drink?" You said, frustrated that you couldn't find a single drop of alcohol. He looked at his feet.

"Not really." He mumbled. You sighed and stood up, shutting the freezer door.