Psycho Love

27

This hurts me too. I want nothing more than to strip him into nothing, but that's what he wants too.

"Aliza!" His shout echos through the house as I chuckle.

I really can't ever kill this guy. I might miss him too much.

Stumbling into the kitchen, I flinch back. Richie sits at the marble island, drinking a cup of milk. His eyes meet mine and I smile at him, throwing my blanket and pillow down on the couch, in the adjacent living room, and skipping back over to join him.

He can tell me why he's being such a crybaby.

Maybe he just doesn't like you, just like everyone else in this life. You're unlovable.

I love me. Fuck off.

Pulling out a bar stool, I tilt my head at Richie. He avoids my eyes, taking a slip of his milk. I grab the cup out his hand, careful not to slip it as he lets me.

"What's wrong?" I pout, setting the cup down between us. Richie stares at me, narrowing his eyes as I blink at him.

Are we having a staring competition or something? That's kind of boring.

"Why do you like Isaac?" He asks, looking away again. My eyebrows furrow.

"Cause he isn't boring." I respond.

That's the reason we met. The reason I stopped to watch him the first time I saw him.

"Would you like anyone who's not boring?" Richie turns to me, a strange look on his face.

"Sure, but not the way I like Isaac. He's special." I explain, a smirk appearing on my lips.

He's probably jerking off thinking of me right now. Fuck, I might just have to go back and watch.

"Am I boring?" Richie whispers. I shake my head.

I'm not friends with boring people.

"You're my best friend. How could you be anything less than perfect?"

For me.

Richie's fingers touch the tips of mine and I watch as he slowly engulfs my hand in his.

Does he finally want to be my friend? Good, I thought I would have to threaten him or something.

"If I'm so perfect, why'd you pick him?" Richie frowns, gripping my hand harder as he leans in.

Oh, I see. Richie's got a little crush on me. That's cute, but it just won't do for our friendship.

"I told you, Isaac's special." I repeat, as his face stands inches from mine.

This is your chance to make Isaac jealous. Kiss Richie and see Isaac's reaction. Don't you want to see him that angry?

He's already jealous all the time. I don't want to kiss anyone other than Isaac anyway.

I put my finger on Richie's lips as he nearly presses them against mine. He pulls back, his face red as I pat his shoulder.

"I'm s-sorry." He stammers, covering his face with his elbow. I shake my head.

"It's easy to get caught up with the thrill of blood, especially those doing it with you. I need you, Richie, as my best friend." I say, rubbing his shoulder as he nods, waving me off.

"I'll be your best friend. I can live with you and Isaac being together. You're really weird, though." He chuckles, a small smile lifting the mood. I smile as well.

"Weird? How could I ever be that?" I say, exaggerating my words as he laughs.

"Seriously. We're not people who get along with others, but you fit right in with us. It caught me off guard how obsessed Isaac had become with you but I think I understand why." Richie scoffs, as my chest goes off on it's own again.

Isaac's obsessed with me? That's what needed to hear. He's forgiven now.

"Same thing. I didn't get along with my schoolmates or anyone really, until you guys came along." I smirk.

I'm having one of those, We-fought-but-now-we're-making-up-again talks! Two milestones in one day.

"I'm really glad I met you. Remember, tomorrow, leave me to talk to Mitch. Just follow Isaac to somewhere safe." He says, getting up. I get off my chair as well, stretching my back.

"But you said people who see Mitch, die. Richi-" He hugs me to his chest tight, his face in my hair.

"Good night, Aliza." With that, he passes me, heading back down the hallway I ran from.

What is he planning? I don't want to lose my only friend.

Richie...
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62.5 ~ 8/17/20

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