➶ jessie's girl – rick springfield ➶
[ sorry for the long wait. . . i was preparing myself for red (taylor's version)
richie paced back and forth in his room right after he got home up until it's past two midnight, anxiously waiting for her to call him in his telephone with his own like just like y/n's—the present he always wanted from his parents ever since the first-time y/n called him.
he was so scared of what y/m/n might've do to her when she caught them being affectionate after the game. richie tried to busy himself by staring at very first picture of him and y/n together, sticking neatly to one of his walls, and listening to his cassette tape, faintly playing.
his leg jumped up and down as he waits for a call. why couldn't he just go to her, if you ask. he wouldn't want to answer it.
with just the first noise coming from his telephone, he immediately reaches out for and put it over his ear. "y/n/n?" he asks hopefully. richie has been trying to call her hour every hour to check up on her.
"no, it's robin!" robin yells from the other line, the music was blaring so loud. "i've been trying to call you! i thought it the last number was six. . . but it was actually five, jesus!"
"okay what do you want, paul maccartney?" richie huffed, then he plops down back on his bed. "wait. . . how'd you get my number?"
"long story short y/n's drunk, i think you might wanna come in here." robin did not answer his question, shouting. "and can you two please stop making the beatles jokes?"
"where? what do you mean? are you high for mistaking me as joh—"
richie stops. he heard an oddly familiar voice behind the phone.
". . . not even gay and yet you can't pull at least one gender, dickhead." y/n says.
"oh, shit." richie heard robin mumbles then followed by a stifled laugh, almost snorting.
"what the fuck is going on out there? was that y/n? where the fuck are you all—" richie was cut off when he heard the straight dial tone. "hello?" he tried. "hello?"
richie waits for another second before realizing robin wasn't there.
"shit!" richie slams his phone back to its place, he couldn't do anything but to muffle his scream into his pillow while tugging his hair. he didn't know the number which means he can't call him back.
then after a while the phone rang again, and once again, he immediately reached out for it.
"what the fuck happened, man?"
"i'm sorry, but some drunk dude just pressed the—"
"i don't fucking care anyway, where the hell is y/n?"
"we're at camille's house, you haven't heard of the party after the game? it's on west broadway, you have to turn left if you live in—" robin starts.
"i know where it is, i live in derry ever since i was born." richie cuts him off, a little annoyed. he thought something for a few seconds before hesitatingly ask for a for a favor, "can you keep an eye on y/n/n until i get there—"
"richie loves this song!" y/n exclaims.
richie did not hide his smile when he heard her, he's sure that his cheeks were heating up. "can you please keep an eye on her."
"sure thing ri—"
"there's no reply, paul mccartney." y/n puns. "let's just twist and shout, yeah! let's shake it up!"
richie could clearly hear y/n's voice. she must've nagged robin to death every time she bump into him, richie thought. he did not interrupt and listen instead.
"it's richie on the other line—"
"you're such a killjoy. . . hey bill want a drink?" y/n splutters, she was speaking slowly from the effect of the alcohol.
"bill's there too?" how could he not know this?
"he looks like he's drunk too," robin replies. "why don't you stop asking questions, hurry up and babysit your girlfriend, richie." then he hung up on richie.
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richie had no choice but to just run in his converse on the way to camille's house. he did not even think of trying to get his bike in their garage because it would make so much noise that it could wake up his parents.
he prayed that y/n brought her bike with her. but he knows she won't because of the same reason as his. but good thing though that he was seen by stanley, he was on his bike, he was walking and running quickly as possible earlier and stanley lets him stand behind the bike.
richie smacked stanley's head when he's not going to let him ride if he didn't sit on the tube, saying that he wants richie to look like a 'damsel in distress' in return for waking him up in the middle of the night.
after robin hung up on him, richie called the other losers right after, checking who's available to pick up bill since richie cannot handle the two of them on his own. and he didn't take stanley's 'no' as an answer since the other losers just hung up on him too.
"that's one hell of a party," stanley looks amazed when they saw camille's house with lots of people outside and loud music. "how are we not invited?"
"we're still losers, stan the man."
"i thought we'd also be high profile since you're practically 'dating' y/n." stanley rolls his eyes, stopping his bike beside someone's car and puts it on stand.
richie did not continue their banter and hurriedly went over by the lawn, stanley tags behind him.
"hi richie!" someone richie knew from one of his class greets him, drunk.
richie nod at him in his way of greeting him back when the boy madly blushed and squealed on his hand, making richie furrow his brows in confusion.
just as they were about to pass the porch steps, a thick dark arm stops them midway.
"woah, woah, woah! where do you think you're going, kids?" a senior football player asks.
"we're here to pick up bill and y/n—"
"hey! i know them!" robin pops his head out of the window. the large guy nods and steps aside.
"hey, i know them" richie mocks, doing a horrible imitation of robin. he's not jealous or anything, it's just hearing his voice started getting on his nerves since robin was the one who was on the other line. who practically babysitted the girl. "i haven't even seen him play in the field and yet he acts like he's a fucking—"
then they saw the leader of the losers club stumbling in the hallway, robin tried to help him up by grabbing his arm, and the other were up in the wall.
"well that's your guy, stan the man. goodluck." richie claps stanley's back, grinning of how he would be in a difficult situation.
"wait 'til you bloody see y/n." robin huffs as he tries to help bill walk with his arm over his shoulder, he was practically dragging him on the way where richie's standing. "and what the fuck did took you so long?" robin yells at him, walking backwards.
"well, goodluck with that trashmouth." stanley mockingly grins as he took over robin's place. he nearly fell down the steps. "don't put all your weight on me, bill." he scolds.
"i got laid tonight. i'm nuh–not a virgin anymore!" bill giggles, having a hard time walking. "i'll thank y–y/n for it tomorrow. i forgot to teh–tell her."
"what do you mean you got laid tonight?" richie snaps his head, misinterpreting what bill said. "what do you mean by thanking y/n for you getting la—"
"sucks to be you, i got laid first!"
"who did you—"
"i got laid toniiiight—" then stanley hushed him down when he was about to sing.
"i was having fun playing with them, killjoy—don't fucking touch me!"
richie turns to where he heard her voice.
"don't you fucking touch me, i can handle this on my own. i'm a fucking grownup!" y/n swats robin's hands away, then straightens her—or richie's—hawaiian.
robin shakes his head as he let her stagger on her way outside.
richie couldn't help but to laugh when she trips over her foot and fell right into his arms. "woah there, sweetcheeks."
"don't call me that, dude. only richie could call me that. because i–i'm richie's girl, assholes." y/n push him off and points at him, and at robin on the other, then she drinks an alcohol on her other hand. the liquid spilled a little from her mouth when richie took it away from her. y/n didn't notice the look that robin gave her after she 'announced' whose girl she is. "hey!"
"i thought you're going to keep an eye on her!" richie ignores y/n to glare at robin and threw the cup away, realizing she was so shitfaced that she doesn't even recognize him.
"i had no idea, i promise." robin raised both of his hands in surrender. "she could make it appear around her every time. like magic."
"paul mccartney here is a fucking killjoy. i was having fun with beer pong and playing spin the bottle with bill—"
"that" robin pointed at her, like he was telling it on richie. "is true. she was hogging all the drinks, it's not even a game!"
"looks like you were taking 'two places at once' too literally, doll." richie sighs. "come on, y/n/n." he gently grips her arm to help her down the porch.
"is this dude my chauffer? can i trust him?" y/n snaps her head back to robin after she took a slow step. robin nods twice. "wow that's cool, i've never had one before! pip pip cheerio, paul!" she salutes, then started marching beside richie.
"did you not bring your bike?" richie asks as he help her walk without stumbling in the air.
"did you not bring your car?" y/n retorts. "wait! my skateboard!" she pulls away from him grip and bent over to the front lawn to where her skateboard is.
richie sighed. "let me help you, y/n—" he tried to stand her up so that he'll just be the one who'll get her skateboard when y/n slaps his hands away.
"how many times do i have to tell you boys not to touch me." y/n huffed, blowing her hair from her face. richie smelt a hint of alcohol and sweet berries from her breath. "if richie were here, he'd fucking blow your head off with his sticky lanky fists."
richie was flattered and offended at the same time. "it's me doll, it's richie!"
y/n looks at him from head to toe. "nice try, dude. you almost made me believe that you're him. . ." she raised an eyebrow sassily. "but where's your hawaiian?"
"jesus," richie sighs and let her pick up her own skateboard, cringing of how she reaches out for it over the fence instead of just walking on to the other side. "you're not skating, y/n/n!" he stole the skateboard off the ground when y/n attempts to step on it.
"fine!" y/n huffs, muttering under her breath that he was such a bitch.
richie heard it and couldn't help but to laugh quietly. he ran immediately beside her when she started staggering. "do you even know if you're going on the right street?" he asks when y/n was walking on the wrong way, it was going further away from her house.
"then lead the way, my dearest chauffer." y/n said with an attitude.
richie only grinned and took her by her arm, going to the right correction, surprisingly she didn't swat his hand away when he touched her.
"where are we off to, driver?" y/n looks up at him.
richie did not have an answer right away. he knows that he couldn't walk her home in this kind of condition, y/m/n would kill the both of them.
"we're off to my house, m'lady." richie answers. "i mean richie's!" he corrects after y/n gave her a wary look.
y/n gave him the widest smile she could make, "that's the best idea ever!" then she claps his shoulder, but ended up hurting her wrist. she quietly cursed to herself. they haven't even walked a block away from camille's house when y/n felt tired.
richie didn't notice that he was leaving y/n a little behind, he was playing with his keys on his pocket and his arm hugging her skateboard, she was trudging very slowly. he only noticed it when he realized he hadn't heard her talk for a few seconds. "you okay, doll?" a question he always asked when he thinks that y/n is in deep thought.
"only richie could call me nicknames, dude." she reminded him again, and jogs a little to catch up to him. "do you even go to my school?" y/n huffs.
"yes." richie answers, going along where y/n thought he was just her 'chauffer'.
"really? in derry? i've never seen you. not even once." y/n raised an eyebrow, not believing him. "well then, you haven't heard that i'm off limits? even though richie's still courting me. no one dared to call me nicknames—aside from that asshole connor—because i'm fucking richie's girl! i mean i'm his girl not like i'm fucking myself—or masturbating. . ."
"yes, yes, i get your point." richie stops her from explaining. he couldn't help but to chuckle for remembering a memory when she mentioned being 'richie's girl' again. it was the summer of 1990 when y/n's gone to a camp for a month—y/m/n was thinking it'll bring back y/n's old self where she doesn't question anything her mother makes her do and follow blindly—and he was excitingly waiting for her across her house, where robin lives.
robin may had gotten comfortable that time, where y/n wasn't there to hear him when he was blasting jessie's girl by rick springfield on his speakers. he was singing it as 'richie's girl' instead of the original lyrics and sings it in an out of tune and with passion. richie doesn't even have to share the story with y/n because robin's voice was the first thing she heard when she set a foot from the car.
"god. . . i feel bad." y/n frowns.
"what? how are you feeling? do you need some water? are you going to puke?" richie panics, his curls were widely moving in the air as he looks around if he knew some of the houses he could knock on. "fuck! i didn't brought any water. you can't breathe? do you need something?"
"i forgot about richie at the party." y/n said, slurring a little. "give me my skateboard." she yank it away from him when he refused to, and she just sat on it and give her hand out to richie. "pull me, dude. i'm tired." she sighs.
richie grins, holds her hand and tugs her behind him like a dog on its leash being forced to go outside. "i'm sure richie won't mind." now he hates talking about himself to y/n in third person. "he could take care of you like it's all in a day's work."
"i like richie so much that i can suck an elephant's house to come home."
richie narrowed his eyes down at the girl, nearly laughing. "what the hell did just came out of your mouth, doll?"
"and he shot up like a fucking tree, he's so much taller than the rest of us. i still owe him a fucking kiss because we made that stupid bet at the clubhouse."
richie's face reddens, not because he was flattered that y/n is blatantly telling him that she's going to kiss him, it's because it felt like obligated. like she was just forced. he looks back at her with a shy gaze, then swallowed thickly. "i think it's okay if you don't—"
"i've been so fucking pussy for waiting the right time to just smack out lips together." y/n suddenly pulls away from his grasp and slap her palms together for a loud big one clap. "if you know what i fucking mean—oh don't you dare tell him about this when you see him, you're going to boost his ego." she glares.
richie smugly grins, pulling her hand again. too late, doll, he says in his mind. "your secret is safe with me." he agrees silently from what she said.
"we're meant to be, man." y/n adds after a few moments of silence, staring again the next lamppost they would pass by. richie looks at her, trying to keep her eyes open she kept looking back and forth from the light and richie. "he's fucking dreamy even with that loud mouth of his. i would marry the fuck out of him."
"i think richie would think your idea is great." richie grins, his face was now red as y/n's. except he didn't need to take a shot of vodka to do so.
"no, you don't understand." y/n slur out. "i still haven't confessed my undying love for him. i don't get why i'm such a pussy when i literally kissed him on the—"
"i don't think you should tell me this, y/n." richie stops her, he felt like he was taking advantage of her when she started talking nonstop. "just sober up, and tomorrow you could tell him about it if you mustered up your courage."
"yeah. . . you're right." y/n frowns. "i just. . . i don't have someone to talk to about it. my girlfriend left."
richie knew y/n was talking about beverly.
"you're a good dude," y/n said to richie, looking up at him—his hair in particular because he was walking ahead of her. "my richie will think you're cool. you're a cool chauffer, i hope it'll be you again when i get drunk and i have to go—"
"no!" richie says in a scolding tone. but blushing when she said 'my richie'. "richie won't allow you to get shitfaced like this again. you're a fuckin' lightweight and it's scary!"
"what? i mean yes, not without him, but richie doesn't own me, he's just jealous that he did not—"
"tut-tut-tut." he tuts, dragging y/n behind him much faster because his legs and arm are now getting tired when he pulled y/n up on the hill earlier.
"richie's house!" y/n beams, she squealed like a child while pointing at the champagne painted color of the house. "do you think maggie's awake? i love that woman!" she pulled the boy's hand to support herself to stand up.
"quiet down y/n/n" richie hushed, pressing his finger on her lips and grabs the skateboard. "maggie will get mad if she saw you like this." he adds, looping y/n's arm on his shoulder. richie bent down a little to not make the girl tiptoe because of his height.
"ah, good point."
y/n suddenly put all her weight over the boy, making him struggle even more when she's staggering over the porch. richie was fumbling with the keys on his pocket when they now stood on the door, y/n leaned by the wall.
"what're you doing, dude? are you breaking in—holy shit are you going to rob richie's house? how dare you ass—"
"richie gave me the keys, alright?" he rose up the keys. "now look around if you saw someone who looks like would actually rob the house." richie points behind her.
y/n obeyed and spins, her back facing him, raising her fingers above her brows and she squint her eyes. "chhr chhr. all clear, cap'n." y/n spoke, giggling. although her vision was blurry because the alcohol she drank before she left starts to be consumed by her body, affecting her eyes.
richie finally opened the door, turning around to pull the girl in just as she just finished speaking.
"bitchy richie!" y/n gave him the biggest smile she could make, hurting her cheeks. "meet dude! he's my chauffer, he drop me off here—" y/n looks back and noticed no one's standing there. "oh. . . he's gone. i didn't even know his name, he's just dude—fuck!"
"yeah, i know him, he's a great guy but will you please come in now, toots?" richie asks softly, not wanting to wake up his parents. "just be quiet, alright sweets?"
"but why are we whispering right now?" y/n speaks softly as richie helped her climb upstairs to stop her from stumbling. her eyes followed the picture of a baby richie on the wall.
"don't do that, you're gonna break your neck." richie scolds, holding her arms.
"you're cute." y/n blatantly said. her eyes wandering again in the hall, as if she wasn't staring at his picture every time she went over, and almost tripping on the last step before making it to the door.
richie slowly twisted his door's doorknob, carefully to not make any sound. he let y/n in first to shut the door slowly to make it quiet. then he heard y/n plop down his bed. "c'mon, toots." richie called her over to his bathroom. "brush your teeth." he squeezed the toothpaste over the spare toothbrush y/n left that she could use every time she sleeps over.
"thank you, baby." y/n gave him a sloppy kiss on the shirt of his chest because she couldn't reach his cheek.
richie excused himself to his room to rummage through his cabinet, he hid his red flushed face in the dark because of the kiss and nickname—which because she doesn't give often. he was in state of bliss. good thing y/n's drunk because she would tease him endlessly if she saw him in a sober state. richie got her old band t-shirt and his boxers he used when he was still thirteen that fits her.
richie went back to the bathroom with the clothes in his hands. y/n was slowly brushing her teeth, staring at herself in the mirror dreadfully and almost couldn't keep her eyes open. "change here, don't make any loud noise. i'll be downstairs to get you some water, understand?"
y/n nods.
"no! don't swallow it!" richie rushed to her, squeezing her cheeks nervously, when she let him see she was about to. "you spit it out, y/n/n."
"you're yelling. don't make any loud noise." she mocked. y/n let another laugh, her face turning much darker shade of red.
richie sighed, shaking his head. he closed the door behind him to give the girl some privacy when changing her clothes. he went downstairs quietly to get a glass of water. richie look by the cupboards to see if there's advil, but there was no luck. the medicine cabinet is inside his parent's room.
richie went back to his room, quickly and slowly at the same time. by the time he came back, y/n is now standing in front of his cassette tapes rack—holding a particular mixtape she made for him on his fourteenth birthday along with her fresh brownies she remembered richie loved. she didn't have to be reminded to bake for him.
"hi, toots. i got you some water." richie placed the glass on his table and an extra bottle of water. y/n went over to him and started gulping the liquid down her throat, he brushed her hair with his fingers to untangle some strands. "now just sit on the bed, don't sleep just yet. sober up a little." he repeated what she said before in the clubhouse when they all tried to drink a bottle of vodka on a night of spring break of 1990. y/n took care of them, along with eddie, when they all got drunk and she refused to drink because she knows how it'll end up. it's the first time she got this drunk, and it's his time to be the one to take of her.
y/n obeyed, she sat down on the bed with her back on the headboard staring at richie while he cleans up the bottle of water she also chugged.
"you know what i just realized?" y/n spoke up.
richie almost jumped from her voice after a while of silence. "jesus christ." he breathes out.
"no, it's y/n miller sorry to disappoint."
"what is it, toots?" he asks about what she said earlier, reaching out for a sleeping bag under his bed.
"we—" she hiccups. "we used to be friends with molly ringwald. . . shame though, fame must've gotten in her head. she just left and didn't talk to us anymore." y/n frowns, slowly laying deeper on his bed.
"did you meant beverly?" he laid out his sleeping bag on the floor.
"beverly and molly are the same person, richie. . . are you drunk?" y/n drunkenly scoffed, then she lays on the mattress on her tummy.
richie sat down on his sleeping bag, his body facing the side of the bed to look at y/n. "no. you're drunk." richie corrects. "beverly will write to you soon. . . or even call you, we just don't know when." he sighs, removing the hair covering parts of y/n's face with his fingers, comforting her. he doesn't even know what lie he'd tell a drunk y/n about beverly. "now go to sleep, doll." richie removes his glasses but not before he placed a kiss on the girl's forehead.
"what?" y/n peak her head up, dumbfounded. "you're not sleeping beside me? you're not coming in? water's fineee." y/n taps the mattress and scoot to the side a little to give him a space to lay down.
"you're drunk and i don't want to take advantage—"
"but we always cuddle together when—"
"not now, toots." richie cuts her off, not missing the frown on her face. "see you in the mornin'" he left another kiss on her forehead, smiling at her pouting lips.
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no matter how her eyes felt heavy and no matter how much she wanted to sleep, she's been up for almost two hours, staring at the glowing stars richie hang up when he was a kid—which congratulatingly doesn't spin anymore from the girl's drunk state.
y/n look again by the floor to look at the mop of hair. he was sleeping soundly beneath her like a log. up until now, she was still debating the ideas in her head of how she could sleep soundly too. . . but beside richie.
she sat up and sighed. "fuck it," y/n pushed her legs off the bed and kneel down beside richie. she unzips the sleeping bag and carefully slips herself slowly to not wake him up. surprisingly he didn't wake up, especially he always shot up earlier from the ground from time to time to check up on her—which she had to shut her eyes quickly to pretend to sleep.
y/n tuck herself on his side, gently laying her head on the pillow. she now sighed comfortably when she successfully looped an arm over his. y/n now could finally feel herself getting some sleep for real.
after a moment, before y/n could lose herself in the darkness, richie shuffles and faced her fully, draping his arm around her and dip the other on her waist, he was practically letting her sleep on top of him and he tangle his legs together with hers. just like they did every night richie snuck in her room.
y/n panicked for a short while but richie starts snoring softly. she felt herself sink on him again.
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"richie!" someone banged their fist on the door. "your dad and i are leaving! lock the front door and get some breakfast after we leave. you two could go back to sleep again after."
y/n and richie pulls away from each other and shot up from the sleeping bag. richie put on his glasses while the girl struggles to stand up because the hangover starts to take over.
"did you just slept with me?" richie hugs the bag to his chest when he realized, he felt taken advantage of and offended. "how dare you!" he whisper-yells, jokingly.
"don't make me come in there!" maggie yells on the other side of the door. the two of them could hear the rattle of spare keys.
"just a minute, mom." richie shouts, folding the sleeping bag messily and throws it under his bed while he wave his hand at y/n to hide in the bathroom.
"i know y/n's in there, now hurry up! food's getting cold." maggie sighed loudly. then they heard her heels clicking and slowly fading away.
"what the fuck?" y/n cursed, freezing, confused as richie's. "how did she know?"
"at least she doesn't sound that mad." richie tugs his shirt lower, following the girl in the bathroom to brush their teeth together. richie looks at the girl's baggy and tired eyes, y/n gave him a finger when richie almost laughed of how shitty but cute she looks. they quickly brush their teeth because they know how impatient maggie is when it comes to her freshly cooked food.
y/n was the first one to finished washing her face and she scrambled on the floor to get her shoes.
"there's a slipper under the bed!" richie squints his eyes at her with the soap on his face before washing it with water.
"my shoe!" y/n realized.
"what do you mean your shoe?" richie went out of the bathroom while tapping his face with his towel.
"my converse!"
"what game is it now? name a brand—?" richie playfully asks.
"my other shoe is missing. it was probably downstairs." y/n said, wearing the slippers. "how could you not know?"
"what do you mean i could not know? i was taking care of—"
"you went down the kitchen last night to get me some water, how could you not see it?"
"fair enough," richie said, defeatedly. "wait a minute, no! it was dark last night, which means it's not my fault either." he follows the girl outside the door.
"then, why didn't you trip on it?" y/n retorts, holding tightly on the banister.
ow, ow, ow, fucking headache.
"did you just wished i tripped—" he cuts himself off when y/n tries to hide the wince of pain of her hangover as they banter. "sorry, toots." richie kisses her hairline as an apology.
"no problemo, my earth angel." y/n randomly kissed his arm before stepping on the left flight of the stairs. "we can talk later."
"there's a wheat bread on the toaster, honey." maggie said before taking a sip of her coffee. knowing what y/n eats in the mornings are now an understatement to the family when maggie and wentworth would also grab some groceries that y/n would like. it started when y/n joined them for dinner one night when the two worked together for their science project.
"don't you look dashing, maggie." y/n flattered her with a compliment. maggie looks very pretty in her collared yellow dress, red lipstick, and there was still a curler on her bangs.
"thank you but you can't fool me with that, y/n." maggie went back to the motherly-mode.
"it's worth a shot though." richie mutters beside y/n when he put a slice of bread for himself on his plate and wait for his turn for the toaster.
the toaster ding-ed and y/n put it over her plate, then she shyly sat in front of maggie, then she could feel the alcohol sloshing in her stomach for moving too quickly since she woke up. she grabs the scrambled egg white for her on the other plate, while fighting the urge of groaning loudly when her head felt like someone bashed her head on the table multiple times.
"why did you two had an unannounced sleepover last night?" maggie interrogates, crossing her arms together.
"y/n went over because she was dr—"
"the losers and i had a mini celebration at richie's room yesterday when. . . we. . . won against neibolt street church." y/n drifted off slowly, wondering why richie thought her excuse was shit when he was mouthing her something she couldn't recognize. "we were so quiet you couldn't even hear us, right?" she adds, trying to make her laugh natural and not forced. "at least we didn't get drunk at a party, and just your house because. . . it's. . . safe."
richie raised his middle finger at y/n when he stood behind maggie, clearly showing he was frustrated.
"richie's grounded for a week starting last night, my dear." maggie said, hiding laugh well deep down when the blood drained out of y/n's face.
y/n felt her heart quicken in her chest, she swore the two of them could hear the thud and panic of the state of her mind and heart is when all of them stood there quietly. y/n froze in her seat and couldn't eat the breakfast that maggie made for her. "and—and why is that?" y/n softly asks, looking at richie behind maggie.
"we were picking him up after the game because wentworth and i decided to have dinner together outside. . ." maggie paused, taking her time to finish her coffee in one down—which made the two much tense. "when we caught him and bill smoking few feet away from the bleachers." she said, removing her curler.
"what?" y/n almost stood up from her seat, eyes wide.
"i thought we agreed not telling her abo—"
"we'll be home by seven." maggie stands up when she heard wentworth's footsteps.
"good morning, y/n/n. richie would probably feel relieved to seeing you this early in the morn. . ." wentworth trailed off when he saw the boxers y/n was wearing. realizing it was the one he bought for richie before. but he didn't ask about it anyway.
"i trust you to keep an eye on richie, not let him outside today. i know he'll listen to you." maggie pats the girl's hair. "and keep him away from fire, he would probably use it as his lighter for the cigarettes he's hiding." maggie glares at richie, y/n followed after the woman walking. "have fun, honey. you're grounded for two weeks, richie. god you still reek of alcohol, y/n/n." maggie kissed the two kids' cheeks before shutting the door behind her, letting the game between the two begin.
"what? summer's getting started on—"
"and whose fault is that?" maggie shouts on the other side.
"i thought we weren't supposed to tell anyone about richie." wentworth opens the car door for his wife. "especially y/n."
"she would find out about it eventually. but at least i won't have to yell at him for it when my girl could do it for me."
y/n pursed her lips together and her jaws lightly clenched, staring at richie and waits for the car to go away. she was about to open her mouth to scold him but richie started first.
"don't worry, mom still trusts you." he smiled sheepishly. "doll, you have a hangover, why don't i cook you my very special soup and you can rest on the sofa and watch mtv. no yelling because you're going to hurt your head even—"
"you know how much an earful i gave beverly when she smoked before, you know that! and now it's you!" y/n pinched richie's side, she did not intended to hurt him.
instead of wincing in pain, he giggled because it tickled.
i realized that i've put so many taylor swift references for part 2 lmaoooo (yes there are lots of chapters please don't get tired reading this book). . . anyways stream red tv <3
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