IT Imagines & Preferences

Richie

The shrill sound of the phone ringing filled the kitchen as you got a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"I'll get it!" you shouted.

The sound cut off sharply with a ting as you picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, what's up hot stuff?"

Rolling your eyes, you smiled.

"Doing fine, Richie. What do you want."

"Come over."

"What for?"

"Well, my parents aren't home soo."

"No.

"Everyone else is here. Come on," he said dragging out the n.

"I'm busy. And your house is too far. No one else can take me."

"I'll come get you."

And the click of the line going dead sounded.

You sighed and put the phone on the receiver.

Well, now I gotta get ready.

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Turning from side to side, you looked at yourself in the mirror. There were so many different clothes you'd gone through just giving up and wearing anything seemed perfect.

Hearing a tap on your window, you knew he was here.

You quietly walked out your front door, knowing your parents were in their room and walked off your front porch.

"Heyy, lookin good," he said winking.

Scoffing and rolling your eyes you got on the back of his bike.

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"Alright," he said with a sigh. "We're here."

"Geez" you sighed. Took long enough."

Rolling his eyes he got off the bike and walked towards his house, which had flashing lights streaming out through the windows.

He hooked his arm with yours and walked up the front porch steps to the front door.

"Hey Losers!" he shouted as he walked in the house.

"Hey, Trashmouth," said Bev as she was slung on the couch.

"Well, that's not very nice," he pouted as he snaked an arm around your waist.

Eyeing his hand, you ignored his action.

"Looking nice today," said Ben.

"Thank you, Ben."

"It's Haystack."

"Richie!" you scolded while slapping his arm.

He snickered and stifled a small laugh while covering his mouth.

"Ugh, it's sweltering in here. And I'm bored," said Stan with his head in Bill's lap.

"Well, good for you," said Eddie.

"Just be quiet," said Bev.

"H-Hush up a-uh-all of yuh-you," said Bill while running his fingers through Stan's hair.

"Bored. Turn up the music," said Richie.

He took his arm off your waist leaving a cold spot and walked to the speaker in the corner.

He cranked the dial higher so the bass was louder in your ears.

Running into the kitchen, the walls filled with light then disappeared. He appeared with bottles in his hand.

"Not one more peep, from any of you," he said while tapping a bottle and smiling.

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"I needed this! Rich, I needed this!"

Stan was moving his hips in the middle of the living room with a smile on his face.

He stopped while swinging his body a little.

"I am fine. I am as fine as I have ever been," he said and continued dancing.

"Yeah, you're as drunk as you've ever been," you said while smiling.

"Don't give him any more," said Mike.

"I c-can't he d-d-drank it all," said Bill.

Richie grabbed your hand.

"Come on. Let's dance."

"What?"

"Imma teach you how to dance."

He slow danced with you in the middle of the living room.

You were swaying your hips a little to the music, smiling.

He lifted your arm. "Uh-huh, uh-h- yeahhhh!" he said as you gave a twirl.

"Good dancing," you said.

"I bet I'm even better at this," he said lowly as he kissed you.