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I Don't Wanna Lose You | richie tozier

"Do you uh... Want to talk about it?" He asked. You let your eyebrows drop.

"What's there to talk about? Nothing new happened. Dad came home drunk with lipstick all over his face and smelling like that cheap knock-off perfume you get at the drug store. I don't know why she even stays with his sorry ass! He's never gonna change! God, I wish she would just kick him out already! Or, better yet, I wish he would just... Fuck... Die! Die! Die!" You shouted. Whether you were talking about the game's boss or your father, he couldn't tell. Richie knew that this had always been a touchy subject. Either you'd pretend it wasn't happening or you'd get so fed up with anger that you'd just explode. Today seemed to be the latter kind of day.

"Hey, your dad's a fucking dumbass, okay? He's gotta be the luckiest man on earth. I don't even have to meet your mom to know that she's amazing. I mean, she's gotta be. She made you, after all." He said with a smile. Your cheeks lit up and you smiled.

"Thanks, Rich." You replied.

"I'm gonna go get you a slushie. You deserve it." He said. You smiled.

"What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?" You asked. He laughed and shrugged. Richie was an asshole, yes. Richie was a trashmouth, yes. But, he was the best person in the world when he wanted to be.

>> timeskip <<

It was near midnight, the day after the fight, and it was no surprise that your father had left again. You had been laying in bed, your mind to awake with thoughts to sleep. The front door was being opened and closed repeatedly so you guessed your mom was dumping out your dad's cologne. As odd as it sounds, it's not the first time she's done that. However, it was a surprise when she came into your room shaking you like the house was on fire.

"Jeez, mom. I'm awake. What's wrong?" You asked, pretending to rub the sleep from your eyes. She looked like she had been crying.

"Get up. Pack everything you want to take with you. We're leaving." She said. You stared at her.

"Are you... Are you serious?" You asked. She looked down at her lap and nodded. You felt your chest tighten. You were so happy. You were finally leaving the man who made both of your lives hell. You could finally be free. Yet, despite how happy you were, one thing raced through your mind. Richie.

"Mom? Can I... Can I go somewhere before we leave?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. She frowned.

"We have to leave before he gets home." She stated, fear clearly lacing her voice.

"I'll be fast, I swear. I just... Please. I have to do this mom." You pleaded. She sighed.

"Alright." She replied. You smiled and gave her a hug before thanking her. You ran out of your front door as fast as you could, not even caring that you were still in your pajamas. You hopped on your bike and rode to the place you had been to several times. The houses blurred past as you pedaled faster than you ever had. As soon as you saw his house, you flung yourself off of your bike and made your way to his window. I'm leaving so what do I have to lose?

You knocked on the glass quietly. There was no answer so you did it again. There was some noise from the other side, then a dim light, and then the glasses-clad face of the boy you had become so fond of.

"(Y/n)? What the hell? It's, like, one in the morning." He said. You laughed lightly, despite the pain in your heart.

"Get out here Richie. I only have a few minutes." You replied. He raised his eyebrows but did so without question. After situating himself he motioned you to talk. You looked at your feet and could already feel the sting of tears.

"I'm uh... I'm leaving." You whispered. It was silent for a few seconds.

"Leaving? What do you... What do you mean leaving?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly. You bit your lip.

"I mean I'm leaving. My mom's packing our stuff and we won't be here in the morning." You replied, the tears already spilling. You didn't dare look at him.

"(Y/n)... Please, don't do this. Don't go. You can live with me... O-or Bill... Or... God, I don't care. Just stay. I don't... I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever." He said. Never before had you heard Richie sound like this. So vulnerable. So hurt. So... So broken. You looked up and saw him crying. Because of you. Richie Tozier was crying because of you.

"Richie... I don't care where I am. Whether it's California, Mississippi, or Vancouver for Christ sake, I will always be yours, I okay? You hear me? Always." You replied. For a few seconds, it was just the both of you, staring into each other's eyes. You grabbed his wet cheeks and closed the space in between you.

It was as you'd expect for two crying teens having their first kiss. Awkward, inexperienced, and very salty from the mixed tears. Yet still, you couldn't have asked for better. As you pulled away, he was still holding on to you, like you were his lifeline.

"I love you." You whispered. Closing your eyes, you slipped away from his grasp. You walked to your bike and turned around once more, seeing Richie watch you as you left. You turned away and began to ride back to your house, the horrible feeling of throwing up looming over you.

Richie, however, never stopped watching. He watched you ride down the street. He watched you turn the corner. He watched you leave his life. His heart broken and his spirit tainted, he watched.