➶ karma chameleon – culture club ➶
[ this one is definitely longer than richie's wang. anw. enjoy being a dramatic 15 year old here ]
fall of 1991
"but she doesn't look like she's a loser."
y/n snickered from what the new girl said, earning a few raised middle fingers from the other losers as she smugly grins at them. she took a bite of her banana and went back to reading her ap biology textbook, but her attention was still on the girl.
y/n already took a good look on rebecca, the new 'new girl', when richie excitingly jumped out of his seat when rebecca entered the cafeteria and introduce her to them—thinking that she could be a new addition to their club.
rebecca seems very sweet, she had this pretty long brown hair, long legs—if y/n stands up they could see how big the gap of their height is, especially of how rebecca was standing almost the same height as richie—and she has those gorgeous ocean blue eyes. she almost looks like robin's older sister if y/n would point out right now.
"very immature, stanley." y/n closed her thick book when she heard the boy beside him snorting at the naked figure of a man for the 'body cavities' in a certain page. she decided to look up at them to not look like she was rude towards the new girl. y/n had a quiz for that subject but she just chose to listen to 'what's new'. "move, stan." y/n pushes stanley, then pats the seat next to her while looking up at rebecca. "c'mon, sit here." y/n offered, she must've been very uncomfortable being stared at by the boys and still not being offered a seat as they ask questions.
"are you sure she's a loser? i mean, i think i saw her hanging out with those popular girls earlier." rebecca said, pointing at rhian, carla, and artemis on the other side of the room with her thumb as she sat. "i, even, already knew their names."
"it's a long story," y/n leaned towards her left, shoulder resting on richie's chest as he held out his hand to hold hers under the table. they don't want to be caught by the teachers for pda. "it's kind of surprising they didn't recruit you though, same as greta keene's clan." y/n nodded towards the group, handing out her banana to richie to take a bite. rebecca meets the group's standards for physical appearance. "you're very pretty." y/n adds. rebecca blushed from her compliment, muttering a quiet 'thanks'.
the losers look at where greta's group were sitting, and as usual, their mouth would always be chewing gums, they don't give few fucks from the teachers telling them to cut it out, and they'd stick it under their table at the end of the day.
the losers tried to hide their giggle when connor, once again, was rejected by everyone who he tried to flirt—and today he tried to flirt with sally, greta's best friend.
"henry the second still scored zero while derry girls keep on adding scores." richie announced with his voice imitation of a sport reporter, still munching the fruit in his mouth.
"that's a real loser there," eddie laughed to himself while looking at the losers' reaction, his eyes furrowed at the new girl. he ignored it but his mind didn't.
y/n chuckled from what eddie said, turning her body in front of the table again and left her chin from richie's shoulder when they stared at the group. "what's your next class, rebecca?" she asks, rebecca was already looking at the couple with a stolid gaze when she faced her.
"i got arts with ms. . . smith, i think?" rebecca wasn't sure about the teacher's surname.
y/n nudged richie's rib, it tickled his side, making the fork fell out of his hand when he was trying to take a small portion on eddie's lunch, pasta. "sorry!" y/n quickly apologized to richie. "you got arts after too, right?"
"that's right, toots." richie bent over to grab the utensil off the ground, wiping the teeth with a napkin.
"you're disgusting, richie." eddie brought out a new fork from his lunch bag and give it to him. "i can't believe you kiss y/n with that mouth."
"maybe you could help rebecca with—"
"wait," rebecca cuts her off, eyebrows almost formed together of how hard the ends meet. "you two are together?"
"why? is y/n isn't that obvious?" richie snorted, he held up their hands with their fingers interlocked. "y/n can't keep her hands off of me. we even have to sedate her to stop jumping on me every time she—"
"beep beep, richie."
eddie noticed the forced smile on the new girl's face as she looks at the laughing couple.
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"she's always giving you that nasty glare!" eddies shook y/n's arm as they both walk out their last class. he's been nagging her about it for a few days now when he has this fishy 'tingles' every time rebecca was welcoming herself to the couple.
"no, she's not!" y/n laughed at eddie's accusation, avoiding the students walking out of the doors when they passed by a classroom. "that's just how she is. in fact, i could prove to you that rebecca's very sweet to me and she's not flirting with richie. she's my lab partner for this ap bio."
"that doesn't make any sense! she may be doing that do get in your boyfriend's pants. don't make me say 'i told you so' if i was right." eddie said.
"well, you're clearly wrong—"
"hey, guys." ben joined them, he just got out from one of the classrooms they passed by. "what's up with you two?" he was confused of the side glaring competition between the two
"eddie here thinks rebecca's going to steal richi—"
"beep beep, y/n." eddie hushed her. "see?" eddie exclaimed, jabbing her side with his elbow when they could see richie and rebecca's figure. "she's literally hitting on richie right in front of your locker! she has no respect for you and your meeting spot with richie!"
y/n rolled her eyes at eddie. how can he be sure that rebecca has a thing for richie? for all he knows, it was just how rebecca is. rebecca's very sweet towards y/n as she gets to know her.
rebecca suddenly threw her head back, laughing.
richie's funny that's why she's laughing, a voice said in her mind. richie just have this dorky and easy personality that everyone would find funny. sure, she witnessed a few boys and girls trying to flirt on him ever since he got tall and had those beautiful sharp cheekbones of his, but he took them down right away.
there were even times where one of them shamelessly asked richie out even though his y/n was literally standing beside him at her locker, he just awkwardly left the person hanging and walk out of the doors with their hands interlaced together just tugging away y/n—to stop glaring at the dude.
what's so different with rebecca? well, she's their new friend. they're friends. can't friends laugh at one of their jokes? it's not like she's a total stranger that didn't know he was taken—although if she was a stranger, it'll be more harmless.
y/n felt these awful butterflies floating in her stomach as the three of them walk to her locker. she felt like she wanted to puke. what eddie said, as much as y/n did not want to agree, started to make sense.
it's been about almost three weeks when rebecca joined the club. y/n remembered the time where rebecca would gradually sit between the two of them every time the hang out in the quarry or the clubhouse for a few beers. whenever y/n would laugh about something richie said, she would notice a small sneer on rebecca's face, and she'd try to top their voices with hers.
richie always waited for y/n by her locker alone before but this time, rebecca is also always there. y/n realized that rebecca would always tag along with richie every time he would be doing something for y/n or to what the couple usually do.
y/n trusts richie more than anything. maybe just not the person with bad intentions that were close to his presence. just like when she's noticed that connor was walking close to richie, she'd pull him away secretly in case the asshole was up to something.
y/n's shoulders suddenly felt heavy from the weight of her books that she was hugging close to her chest.
maybe eddie was right? y/n huffed quietly to herself. she forced a small smile as she approaches the two. never in her life she thought she'd be jealous of something.
eddie noticed the look on y/n's eyes, he smiled in victory. he can't wait to say he told her so.
"hey, doll face!" richie beamed, giving y/n one of his enchanting grin that would take away anything that could make her frown.
"hi, y/n/n." rebecca greets her, showing off her pearl white teeth and pretty smile.
y/n felt ridiculous. with that smile of hers, y/n admits that rebecca could literally light up the whole town. "hi guys." she smiled at the taller girl as she stopped beside richie, his arms automatically went over to her shoulders and his hand toying the hair on top of her head. his fingers relaxingly massaged her scalp.
"what's up?" eddie joined in, intrigued.
"i was just telling rebecca about y/n." richie answered, innocent from what eddie was hinting.
"i hope it's not something bad," y/n laughs nervously.
"it's something you did was badass, sweetheart." richie said. "it was the time where you embarrassed brad every time he cuts you off every time you speak in literature and you. . ."
her attention was caught by eddie when he mouthed her something like 'she's faking it' towards rebecca's laugh. then he starts moving his fingers and hands behind richie and rebecca. eddie was using the advantage of the time he was forced to be dragged by y/n to join and teach other people sign language during summer—saying that extracurriculars would get them a bigger chance to get into any colleges they want—, eddie wasn't regretting being forced by y/n now. "she wants to bang him" eddie signed. then he followed an "okay" hand gesture, then inserting back and forth his other hand's forefinger in the hole.
ben looks confused with the two, looking at them back and forth, noticing the red flushed face of y/n.
". . .ember that, right?"
y/n nodded, "yeah, yeah, yeah, i did remember. serves him right." y/n blinked, suddenly forgetting what it was about.
"you okay, toots—"
"i bumped into coach a while ago," y/n heard a voice said behind her, making her turn around—and the losers too. y/n turned to face addy, very early in her practice clothes. "she said we have an urgent meeting about those dickhead basketball players, and we have to change our practice spot. and we also have to bring the mats all by ourselves. spread the word, cap!" and with that, addy run away.
"i guess that cuts off our reunion, toots." richie pouts, trapping her into his arms and resting his chin on her hair.
"you can have me all by yourself later tonight." y/n whispers to him, pulling away. she looked behind her and richie before she tiptoed and give him a kiss on his lips. "and tomorrow after class—"
"sorry to interrupt but we've got to finish our paper by tomorrow." rebecca piped in as y/n was taking out her other books and put it in her bag with richie's help. "i–i was told to be home early for tomorrow because we've got some stuff to do." she explained.
"oh yeah, sure." y/n almost forgot about the paper due on monday. her attention was once again caught by eddie, giving her his 'i told you so' look. ben already caught up on what eddie was pertaining to.
"see ya later, love." richie grabbed her face and gives her a kiss.
"don't do something i wouldn't do, trashmouth." y/n warned, patting his cheeks. she says this every time before she goes to practice, it didn't mean anything. up until now.
"but, toots, what you wouldn't do is not bringing out your treacherous schemes!" he shouts behind her.
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weeks passed, y/n and rebecca were still partners for their ap bio for another work. she wasn't that uncomfortable around rebecca anymore just as she did when the time y/n realized that she was jealous of her. that she felt like rebecca could steal richie away from her. they were starting to form a good friendship.
she immediately told richie about how she felt just like how they promised each other that they'd tell if one of them was off about something. this thing started off when richie confessed of how he wanted to knock the guys' heads when he noticed that they were eyeing y/n like a piece of meat during the time the losers decided to watch her practice their cheer. then as a solution to that problem, they proceeded making out on richie's bedroom floor.
their serious talks mostly consist of richie almost flushing his heart out to the toilet of jealousy, but y/n's words never failed to reassure him. but y/n's still derry's perfect golden girl after all, of course it's inevitable.
then richie suddenly got popular because dating the golden girl, which of course, he unexpectedly gets lots of attention too and it is very unusual since he's from the losers' club. he's only meant to be popular for being a loser, not being hot. she blamed it for his good looks. now y/n know how richie felt when he said he got a competition.
but sometimes, she couldn't help but to think that he can do better than her. especially how he didn't deserve to be treated by y/m/n while maggie and wentworth has always welcomed her with wide-open arms, maybe even kisses on cheeks too.
richie was flabbergasted when for the first time ever when he realized that y/n could be this jealous. it's something that richie would laugh off, really, because how could she get jealous of something that the both of them knows she shouldn't have to?
she told him all of the times rebecca would interrupt the two of them and would flash a glaring gaze on her, how she sat between the two of them, the looks that eddie noticed every time they were being affectionate. and the time where she tagged along when y/n and richie had their weekly arcade dates. rebecca would always steal the time when they were alone together.
richie was ready to tell rebecca off when y/n stopped him, saying that it was just nothing because she knows he wouldn't betray her. but he did little things that took off the heavy weight on her shoulders and sprayed the butterflies in her stomach with his 'insecticide'.
rebecca once again attempted to sit right between the two but richie immediately swift y/n from the rock she was sitting on and placed her on his lap. but rebecca was just offering her big towel to share.
y/n sat on richie's lap and both in their underwear, they were hugging each other to keep themselves warm from the cool breeze of fall. richie ridiculously thought that now was the great time to jump into the quarry, and now all of them suffer from his idea.
"do you guys want some beer to keep you war—"
"we're sharing." richie cuts her off, raising the can of beer beside his foot before taking a large gulp.
y/n felt richie's arms snaked around her waist protectively and draws her closer to him. her cold, shakings hands were taken by richie's and she felt him blow it warm. y/n gave him a smile, a quivering one, as he stares back at her.
richie couldn't help but to attack her with soft kisses from her cheek, to her neck, and to her side.
as the losers minded off their business, which means ben would be responsible for their song requests in his boombox, stanley splashing in the waters all by himself because no one wants to join him with his high cold tolerance, mike wanting to finish the whole rack of beers by himself, and eddie used to just babbling with the couple, who is now studying every movement of rebecca's that seem suspicious.
and that's it. the glare is there once again, eddie pointed out in his mind, writing it down in his invisible notepad in his brain, when the couple was giggling to one another and as always, they became unconscious as their world orbits each other.
the corner of y/n's mouth twitch up from what richie said, cheeks turning crimson red. he poked her cheeks with his finger. and on the corner of her eyes, she could see that a loser was being left out.
y/n felt guilty. rebecca don't deserve to feel like that when it was really just something stupid that they're not even sure of. maybe rebecca was just genuine of being too nice to them. "hey," y/n called out for rebecca, which earned a confused look from eddie while he was watching the back of her head. "you excited for friday?" she left richie's lap to start a conversation with rebecca—whom she felt was being out of place because of the losers' suspicion.
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"and who might you be?" y/m/n asked in her usual intimidating tone after the girl knocks on an afternoon when she wasn't expecting any guests. y/m/n opened the door. she was looking at her with weary eyes, the other hand holding a wine glass behind the door, and standing in her nightgown.
y/n rushed down the stairs when she saw richie walking away after dropping off rebecca to her house, stomping down quietly to not 'insult' her mother for being a kid.
"i'm rebecca corbino, mrs—or miss miller." rebecca sticks her hand out to shake y/m/n's hand. "i'm here—"
"she's here to finish our lab report." y/n cuts off, standing behind y/m/n. "come on in." she gestured inside when rebecca seemed hesitant stepping a foot because of her mother.
"oh!" rebecca exclaimed, opening the zipper of her bag.
y/n stopped on her tracks.
"i brought something for you, my mom said i should never come empty-handed." rebecca laughs nervously and took out a bottle of wine and hand it to y/m/n. the wine was very familiar because y/n always saw a few of it in their cupboards, displayed behind the glass pane.
"it's not a party, rebecca. you shouldn't have—"
"why thank you, dear." y/m/n eccedentesiastly smiled but was giving y/n a harsh glare. "the living room is on the first door on the left. you go ahead, dear, i'll just have to give y/n a few words."
rebecca bit her lip when she noticed that she may have caused something between the two. she breathed nervously before quietly scuttled her way to the room.
"she seems like a decent kid, why haven't i seen her around." y/m/n said, her eyes stared back at y/n again.
"she's new mom." y/n answered, tapping her shoe quietly, she's growing impatient of her mother as days passed by.
"i like her." she didn't hesitantly say. "you should hang out with girls like her and not those—"
"she hangs out with 'those boys' too, mom." y/n piped in, not wanting to hear her indirectly bad mouthing richie specifically again. she walks pass her and goes off to the living room but y/m/n shouted behind her.
"and take off those posters on your wall, y/n. rebecca might think that i'm an awful mother for letting my kid listen to those kind of music!"
"well think about what kind of mother you are again once you look at your reflection at the mirror." y/n shouts back. yeah, she might get an earful of lessons from her after rebecca leaves later.
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"looks like my girl had fun."
y/n made a short recap of what happened the other day when rebecca came over to her house to finish their work. which extended for another day when they made a small progress because of talking about bands. rebecca couldn't help but to ask y/n why was y/m/n looked like she pertained to their music of choice as 'satan's music' and an endless conversation started. after that, the two of them moved into y/n's room to show rebecca how proud she is of the pictures of the people plastered on her wall.
"yeah, i did." y/n smiled brightly at him, tiptoeing to press her lips softly against his. she did not mind kissing him against her locker since they were too early for homeroom, only a student or two would pass by them.
y/n stayed leaning against richie for a while, hugging him with her ears pressed against his chest, inhaling the sweet smell of her big sweater's fabric detergent that richie wears. after the time she spent with rebecca, her mind was at peace. y/n did not have to worry about rebecca 'stealing' her boyfriend from her, as eddie said, when rebecca told her that boys were the last thing in her mind that she would probably think of, maybe even never because she wants to focus on herself. y/n was relieved when she said that.
all she cares about is going to a film school someday and get drunk whenever she wants in the future—rebecca got excited when she heard about the place where y/n's gig would be but y/n bursts her bubble by telling her that they're not allowed to drink. unless joe will give them some.
"and who the hell told you that you could cut your bangs?" richie exclaimed, giggling and squeezing her in his arms.
y/n pulled away, shyly brushing a few strands of hairs on her face with her fingers, she was blushing.
"don't get me wrong but it looks good, doll." richie tugs her back close to him. he missed her because he didn't get to have to sleep over at y/n's because he slept-in while he waited for her to call him after y/n and rebecca finished their work. which was very late.
"i made a very impulsive decision i know but—hi beca!" y/n's head perk up from richie's chest, greeting the girl.
"you call her beca now?" richie scrunched his face in confusion.
sure, richie thought that y/n would take a long time before she'll be comfortable around rebecca because of the jealousy she felt towards her. maybe not a long time, he wasn't sure, because it's the first time that y/n got jealous and he's somehow still trying to figure out how to handle it, he just never thought that y/n would feel like that that kind of day will come because he thought she wouldn't have to. y/n's too much perfect in richie's eyes.
but at least y/n doesn't worry anymore when rebecca was near him, right?
"right!" y/n nodded, savoring the cherry flavor of her slushy in her tongue before she spoke again. "i was kind of. . . i don't know, bitter, when i found out kurt and courtney are dating. i used to think that tobi is going to be kurt's end game." she said to rebecca as she handed out her drink in front of richie.
richie rolled his eyes and punched the buttons of the arcade machine harshly, he did not even try to hide it as the two were busy talking to each other while he was playing. y/n didn't notice it. she used to talk random stuff to richie all the time as one of them plays, he did not mind it, he even loved it actually. he always wondered what's going on inside that pretty mind of hers.
it was great that the two really get along, he thought that he could get away from rebecca for a while—he noticed the time where rebecca would tag along with their arcade dates too—but it seemed now like he was the one who's wheeling behind the two.
"i guess it didn't work out because kurt loved tobi more. relationships don't work out if it's like a 'one sided' one, especially tobi's still young—they're both still young—and she still must've love adventures and wanted to explore her options."
those sentences scared the shit out richie. they may not say the 'love' word to each other yet but thinking of him loving y/n more that will make her sick of him sooner scares richie. don't you fucking put ideas on her head, rebecca, richie pushed his tired fingers over the buttons, harshly toying the joystick.
"and i mean courtney's great and all but i heard one time in the radio, she said something racist in one concert before."
"jesus fuck," y/n shuddered, pulling her cup away to drink. richie huffed because he was to take another sip too. "i can't believe our band covered one of her songs."
"i think we've passed by a record store a while ago, wanna check-up something? i heard this one band that i know you'd like."
richie snap his head at the two, letting himself lose the game as he let his enemies shoot his gyaraga.
"have you heard the band 'lush?"
"yeah, i do! they're fucking sick!"
"ha! i knew you'd like that band! if you don't mind, richie, i'll just take your girl out for a few minutes." rebecca looks at him for permission to take his girlfriend away for a while.
y/n might call him delusional right now if he replied by shouting at rebecca to take off that smug smirk on her face. he picked up a hint that rebecca might be up to something. usually y/n's the one who's good with picking up those but all could richie say is what the actual fuck!
"i mean, you've still lots of tokens to use, right?"
"sure, it's not like i own her or the boss of her or something." richie nods slowly.
"babe, you're losing!" y/n pointed out. richie went back quickly to the game but he would repeatedly look back at her and the game, giving her those eyes that sings one of ben's ridiculous favorite songs, 'please don't go girl'. "we'll be back quick." she kissed his cheek, not noticing what his eyes were pleading. y/n left her half-finished cup for richie before sprinting away with rebecca.
richie's eyes followed y/n's figure as she walks behind the windowpane of the aladdin, staring at her smiling lips before she disappeared completely. he leaned his side by the machine, angrily sipping the slushie as he let his game lose.
richie was glad that y/n and rebecca got along, she didn't have a girl friend that she was genuinely happy hanging out with ever since beverly left. every time carla, artemis, and rhian would go to mr. lowe's garage to practice a song or a few, y/n would start something that would lead to a not so playful banter among the girls. she must've gotten that for hanging out with the losers for a long time, they might've influenced her for it.
it was nice to see y/n hanging out with a girl. richie's tired for always putting his guard up when they're at the quarry, half naked as they sunbathe on the rocks or splashing in the waters, even though he trusts the losers—but who can blame him? they're boys. they're growing with signs of puberty, obviously, and that damn teenage hormones their body produces that could makes them horny teenagers. of course, he gets jealous even at times he did not want to. how can richie be sure that they don't jerk off with y/n's picture on their hand or a half-naked y/n in their mind? but there was something about rebecca today that made his guard up too.
richie frowned like a child when he remembers that he doesn't sleep over at y/n's room often as he used to before, because y/n and rebecca would always have this 'girl's night' that y/n used to do with beverly. sure, beverly and y/n at least once or twice a week on the summer of '89, but with y/n and rebecca, it was almost every school night. they didn't even get chance to their nightly calls because she was too caught up with rebecca and too tired to talk to richie. at school, after richie told her about his day without her he would hear rebecca's name again over and over when it was her turn to speak.
"hey, that's not for kids!" richie stump back to his game after throwing the cup in the bin, when he got back there were kids hovering over the game he used to play earlier.
"i'm nine!" one of the boys argued.
"you're like. . . five. play pacman or something." he tried to shoo the kids away, but they did not move. "street fighters aren't for kids, it contains violence. now step away, kids."
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one of the older women, around their mid-30s, in the pub walk pass their table to the bathroom but she did not forget to compliment y/n and her band members. "i love 'two nice girls' and it's nice of you to sing 'i spent my last ten dollars'. you, young girls, have a lovely band, i know the four of you will—"
the girls thanked the woman—when she sprints away to the bathroom but running towards the kitchen because of drinking too much—before turning back continue drinking. joe might've given them a small bottle of bourbon whiskey to try and it seems like they were all enjoying it. y/n's bandmates drink their asses off as y/n, richie, and eddie were the ones who didn't take at least one sip of the alcohol—well maybe y/n quickly took a shot of it when richie wasn't looking when rebecca offered her the shot glass.
she promised not to drink that much again ever since what happened at camille's. y/n admitted that she was a lightweight to richie.
y/n rests her head on richie's shoulder as she listens and giggle to stanley and ben's stories, having a difficult time to tell it because of their foggy minds and slurring as they both talk. ben would slap stanley's arm for cutting him off.
and of course, eddie was back at it again. although he did not know much about rebecca and y/n, he knows rebecca is just probably using y/n to be near richie. it's why he did not want to drink tonight; he might've spill it out of his mouth and ask richie why he wasn't doing anything about it. or might've confront rebecca about it since y/n was such a pussy for not doing so.
but the couple was waiting for 'drunk mike' to cry.
he was pouring his heart out of how lucky he is to have the losers with him, and recalled the day where he met the group and tells the girls about the time that they rescued him from the bowers gang by richie declaring a 'rockwar'.
richie glared at rebecca when she turns to face y/n, offering her chips. it's kind of automatic to richie now that every time rebecca would make a hint to start a conversation with y/n, he'd try to scare her off by giving her an annoyed look and y/n would ask him every time if what was wrong. it was his way to distract her from rebecca.
he was getting frantic of rebecca.
"five seconds." y/n whispers to richie. mike's bursting in tears in five. . . four. . . three. . . two. . .
"one." richie finished.
mike sobbed, hiding his face in his palms. the other losers and girls rush on mike's side to comfort him, giving him paper towels and a glass of water to drink, and patting him in the back.
"see you in a minute," y/n pulls away under richie's arm and skips to the bathroom, not forgetting to give richie a wink before disappearing around the corner.
this happens often when they go to the pub, one of the losers would confess something or tell a nonsense gossip from one of their classes, drunk or sober, and they would comfort them endlessly if they were so sad about something as they munch on their snacks that y/n bought from the pub. while distracted, one of the couple would disappear and to be followed by the other in the bathroom. no one was suspicious about it until eddie was keeping his eyes close.
y/n waited nervously behind the door of the bathroom. the woman's bathroom has only one capacity of a person who could use it. y/n would leave it unlock so that richie could get inside easily without getting caught by the staff.
there were times that a stranger would accidentally come in to use it and gets scared when they saw y/n standing, waiting for richie. and of course, since it is a pub, most of the strangers were drunk, they would almost cry and kneel on the ground for being petrified at the girl. richie was confused every time as he waited by the door to wait for the woman to leave and forget that she needs to pee.
y/n taps her foot, synchronizing to the beat of the drums from the band that was playing right now and waits for richie. after richie told her a while ago that he missed spending his time with her because she's been busy with school and hanging out with rebecca, she was eager to make it up to him by doing what the couple's favorite thing to do.
making out.
the door swung open; y/n was expecting to see richie but it was only rebecca. she tried to stutter out an excuse why is the door was unlocked. "hey! i–i think i might've f—"
y/n took a step back, feeling the back of her hip hits the porcelain sink. rebecca was marching, staggering towards y/n and almost stumbling on the tiled floor, her face was red that looks like she's mad but it was only the effect of the alcohol. rebecca's bangs was sticking on her forehead because of the sweat due to the whiskey she drank.
and suddenly, y/n felt both of rebecca's hands were grabbing both of her cheeks, it was soft and warm on her skin. and the next y/n knows, rebecca's lips were pressing against hers, hard, she felt like the front of her teeth would be knocked off by her lips. as rebecca's eyes were closed, y/n's eyes were opened wide, much wider than richie's eyes on his glasses.
y/n tried to push rebecca off with her arms, their mouths were torn away from each other. she breathed out, wiping her lips. "what the fuck, beca—"
rebecca leaned forward, holding both of y/n's wrists this time and kisses her once again. her lips felt very foreign to y/n. it's because richie was the only person she ever kissed, aside from that one kid when she was in grade school—of course it doesn't fucking counts. rebecca's kiss? sure it was soft, but they weren't richie's. they weren't richie's soft sweet lips. the ones she would never get tired kissing and the only one she'd kiss. as y/n could taste the alcohol off her lips, she was wriggling her wrists to escape, almost kneeing rebecca on her hip.
y/n couldn't bite rebecca's lips to free her, fearing she would stick her tongue if she thought it's a way to let her in.
"what the fuck are you doing!" richie immediately rushed towards the girls, yanking y/n away from rebecca and stands between them.
his chest was heaving up and down harshly, his heart beating out of his chest. eddie was right. there's something off about rebecca when it comes to the couple, but the part of who was rebecca's baiting is where eddie was wrong.
"y/n's my girlfriend you shouldn't— i—" richie tried to form a word but he couldn't, his emotions were wiring wildly in his head. he furrowed his brows, shaking his head.
"richie, it's not what—"
y/n tried to touch his hand to make him look at her, but he tugs his hand away and dashes out of the bathroom, trying not to let her see his face. she tried to follow after him but rebecca's hand wrapping her wrist holds her back.
"rebecca what happened between us is wrong. it shouldn't have happened—" y/n's eyes started to sting.
"it's not wrong! i know you liked it. i know you're not s—" rebecca tried to argue. "what was the song all about? you're giving hints that you're not straight, y/n. you guys sang a song that has meaning about being—"
"carla's not straight! she's the one who sang it, right? also, joe asked us to play it because that drunk woman earlier was his lesbian aunt who loves country music. and we always sing at least one song about it ever since she told us that she's—"
"how about the time that you told me you listen to culture club?" rebecca did not let y/n continue. "or–or to bikini kills? and queen?! for fuck's sake you blasted their songs on your player, and sonic youth and–and david bowie posters on your wall! you like elton john, you always talk about your bestfriend, beverly, every time you can bring up her name! why are you still obsessing over her when you've only been friends with her in just one summer. you're not s—"
"i love their songs, rebecca. that's why i listen and sang their songs. i support them! just because bikini kill's lead singer is bisexual doesn't mean i am too, and—and beverly's my bestfriend! it was just nice to have a friend like you that have the same fire as beverly but it doesn't mean like that! i'm sorry for sometimes you reminded me of her but rebecca, i'm not into gi—"
"well, we both know you are!" rebecca stands in her counter firmly. y/n tried to open her mouth to retort but she can't stutter a word. "and—and i can treat you better than richie will ever—"
"you can't 'treat me better than richie', rebecca" y/n quotes in the air. "richie treats me better than everyone would ever be. and he will never do anything to upset me. all richie ever did was make me happy, support me, and appreciate me. we–we fucking worship each other. he knows me. and you know nothing about our story and what we've been through rebecca so you don't get to talk shit about him." and with that, y/n dashes out of the bathroom, leaving rebecca all alone.
y/n tried to avoid the waiters passing in front of her as her eyes were blurry from keeping herself not to shed a tear. her ears blocking the music. she saw her friends sitting quietly on the table, looks like in a state of shock, and she went over to them—noticing richie weren't there. her sweater was laid down lonely where he used to sit on earlier.
"hey y/n/n, are you al—"
"where's richie?" y/n cuts off eddie.
"he went outside. what happened? why are you—"
y/n wasted no time to rush outside, leaving the warm air of the pub to the cool breeze of a fall night. she looked to her right to see there were only drunk men from the pub were smoking, god, she hopes richie's not smoking with those—
she heard a loud sob on her left and muffled it quickly by their mouth. y/n saw richie leaning to one of the lampposts in the street, ruminating, meters away from the door, and not wearing the sweater that she let him borrow.
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"hey, hey!"
richie cussed under his breath. he was just about to leave the table but 'drunk mike' caught him. he slowly turns his body to face mike across him. it wasn't even a minute when richie wanted to follow y/n after she just left.
"c'mon, trashmouth, you give out the best hugs."
richie dragged his feet to walk over mike, lousily throwing his arms around his friend's shoulders to join the rest in their 'group hug'. is it bad that richie wanted to run away from mike already and run towards the bathroom already? it's not like 'drunk mike' would notice—
he felt a painful jab in his ribs coming from eddie's elbow. "what the fuck eds—"
"why aren't you doing anything?" eddie asked in a scolding tone, harshly whispering in richie's left ear.
"what do you mean? i'm hugging mike, i'm doing som—"
"not like that, you dummy." eddie huffs, leaning towards him. "you do know that y/n gets jealous of rebecca, right?"
"yeah, but not anymore. she told me they get along fine—"
"rebecca's just using y/n to get her way to you!" eddie retorts, not bothering to whisper anymore. it's not like the losers and the girls would remember it the next day when they hear what eddie was saying.
richie scoffs at eddie's accusation, he almost said that oh, it's me who's rebecca's using to get her way to my fucking girlfriend, i already smell something off about her ever since y/n call her 'beca'. "rebecca can try all she wants but we all know that y/n is the only one i'll ever—"
"where's y/n and rebecca?" eddie's head perks up, resting his hands over mike's shoulder after leaving the hug. he tiptoed to beat stanley's height who was drunkenly crouching down with his arms wrapped around mike's.
richie popped his head above too, looking for the girl. he was looking for rebecca, he knows where his girl at. richie gulped to create a lie about knowing that his girlfriend is waiting for him to make out in the bathroom. "they're both probably just somewhere in the—"
eddie gasped, diving back again on richie's ear. "she's probably killing y/n right now to have you, then she'll comfort you for your loss and then the next thing you know you're vulnerable and you're falling for her!"
richie got tickled when eddie sprayed his ear with tiny droplets of his saliva. "jesus, stop cutting me off!" he moved away from the group, sticking his forefinger in his ear. "she's not going to kill her, asshole—"
"save your princess, trashmouth!" eddie pushed richie's back towards somewhere, probably just telling him to go off somewhere to find them.
"fuck you, eduardo." richie shook his head, his curls dancing as he flipped the smaller boy off. it was him who always needed the saving. he rushed to the women's bathroom, eager to feel his girlfriend's lips over his.
richie's eyebrows furrowed together, noticing something unusual as he turned around the last corner where the bathroom was. the door is open. the shade of light coming from the room was brightly flashing on the rough tiled floor outside and there were two figures of shadow were close to each other.
richie's hands felt cold and clammy when he heard a familiar voice. a noticeable angry tone that she uses when she wasn't in a mood for bullshits.
he rushed towards the bathroom, didn't even prepare himself of whatever could be in front of him as he popped himself in the doorway.
richie would lie if he said he didn't feel millions of daggers was stabbing his heart and stomach. he didn't have enough time to sort out his feeling whether he should be scathing in madness or sadness when his girl whimpered as she tried to yank herself away under rebecca's hands.
"what the fuck are you doing!"
richie ripped rebecca off y/n in force, making the girl almost stumble beside the toilet. he felt his chest throbs in pain, he didn't even realize that he was silently heaving.
"y/n's my girlfriend you shouldn't— i—" richie couldn't spit out what he was trying to say. he doesn't even know what to say.
richie turned around, not noticing that y/n tried to touch his hand as he races out. he bites his lips hard, thinking that it would help to keep him from shedding a tear, as his already blurry visioned eyes starts to blind him.
richie's fingers finds its way to hem of her sweater and took it off, putting it where he used to sit at the table. as ridiculous as it seems, he just didn't want to wet her sweater with his tears.
"what happened, richie? did rebecca killed y/n? i fucking told you so—"
"shut the fuck up, eds." richie snaps, glancing up at eddie with a harsh gaze, a tear finally dropping down his cheek. the joking smile that eddie gives off drops, you would think that richie give him a whiplash of his words.
the losers and the girls were taken aback. eddie especially. richie's tone when he said those words are very foreign to them, and those red eyes particularly. telling them to shut up was just one of his ways to stop them from taunting him as a joke, it was just for a friendly banter before. of course, they would not expect that richie was capable of those kinds of feelings, they were too used to see him just joking around. and getting horny about y/n.
"are you okay, richie?"
richie ignored 'drunk mike', who seems like he's sobered enough to ask him that question but still intoxicated.
he heads straight out of the door, tears finally spilled out of his eyes, the cold air of the fall shivered his uncovered arms. cursing under his breath, regretting for leaving her sweater behind.
richie leaned on the lamp post as his back faces the door from the pub, he was itching to go over to the older men smoking on the other side and light up a cigarette with them, thinking it will calm his nerves down—only that he promised himself he'd never touch one ever again ever since the time maggie had caught him, and he also promised the girl.
maybe she liked it, an ugly thought out of the blue popped in his mind. his stomach churns, feeling sick as he slid down a little. his hands grabbing a full fist of his hair, tolerating the pain. richie shivered again, feeling colder than earlier. "fuck!" he loudly cursed, the people gave him looks but they didn't mind it because this kid of scenarios happens often in the pub.
tears well up in his eyes as he thought about rebecca's lips molding against his girl's—you can't snap her neck, dumbass, richie said to himself, sniffing. y/n and richie were happy. they are happy.
it was all going good between the two of them as a couple for months, and richie couldn't ask for anything more because it might ruin it. y/n had her every right to leave him or the losers before they were a couple, but she didn't, right? y/n stayed with them. she fucking stayed with him even when richie wouldn't ask her to be her boyfriend because of being such a pussy but bold enough to blurt a remark about her and flirt with her.
but it's still possible for y/n to change her mind. she's pretty impulsive sometimes and her actions were unpredictable. but what if she changed her mind about richie after her and rebecca kissed? where she'd crave for the foreign feeling of rebecca's lips over hers.
richie sighed heavily, tears nonstop running down his sharp cheekbones down to his jaws. he may be scared to think of the girl of his dreams would leave him for rebecca but it's all he could think of right now. he's still a fucking loser, of course, y/n could still leave him anytime she wanted to because he's just richie 'trashmouth' tozier, she could just be dating him because she was obligated to do so because richie dragged her into bill's mess in 1989.
he muffled his last sob when he heard the loud music from the pub escaped from the door, shutting close again. richie knows it was y/n, she's looking for him. richie pushed himself away from the post, turning around to face the girl.
"i'm sorry." richie apologized, letting the girl put her cardigan over his freezing arms. and there she was, taking care of him. again. "i shouldn't have walk away." his voice was deep because of his blocked nostrils from his snot.
richie's heart ached at her tear-stained cheeks, he could see her nose red under the lamp's light. the frown on her lips, hollow eyes, it made him guilty, of course it wasn't just him who was hurting. his back hunched forward a little as his head hung low.
it's been two years or a few since y/n last cried, or at least not that he knew of. the last time he saw her cry was at the hospital, when the first time—it was a late morning—she woke up after fainting that night. the losers were there to witness her cry, no, she was wailing, howling in sadness when she heard the news about y/f/n. y/n did not care about the pulsing stitch on her leg when she tried to get up and go to her father's body, she was held back down by richie and he lets her wet his shirt.
and now, he doesn't fucking know how to comfort her. it felt like it was also his fault.
a wind came, cold, and it made everyone outside the pub shiver, except for y/n who didn't move an inch. what the fuck are you doing, dumbass, you left her sweater and now she gave you her cardigan. she's supposed to let you freeze to death. it's not just you who's bummed of thi—
"you shouldn't be sorry, richie." y/n reaches out, tiptoeing a little and wipes the tears that was straying down his cheeks. richie's heart's pang against his chest, she couldn't even wipe her own tears and yet she was wiping his. "i should've noticed earlier that rebecca isn't what i think she was. i'm sorry."
"it's not your fault either. i just don't—" richie's mouth moved, not even giving himself some time to think what to say. he looks down at the girl, she was waiting for him to say something again. "i don't wanna. . ."
"don't want to what?" y/n softly asks when seconds passed by and richie didn't continue, pulling away as she let her arms hook around his neck. her heart thud loudly against her chest, the words he couldn't continue left her hanging.
"i don't wanna lose you."
"what?" y/n huffed, looking up at him. it was the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard ever since she talked to him. "c'mon rich, you know you're not going to lose me."
"we're—we're just fifteen, toots. we can't be so sure with that." richie did not mean it that way, the way that it hurt her enough the give him that look. "it's—you're y/n miller. you could get all the boys—or even girls you want, and yet you're stuck with me. we're still young and i feel like i was holding you back to know yourself like—like if you're bisexual too or something. you're just stuck with me, i'm—i'm sorry." he said. "it's like i put on a leash on you which keeps you from exploring. . . i feel like you're going to regret about us when the time comes you realize that i stick on you all the time like a leach then you get fucking sick of it and you don't have any more options because i put a fucking barricade around you."
richie waited for y/n to respond, she's quiet for a whole minute. he was getting nervous the she might change her mind, he was kind of regretting it, but richie thinks it's for the good if she ever did, at least he won't be guilty for keeping y/n to himself for a long time.
"you caught me exploring myself about month ago, and i don't have something around my neck that time from you. i don't see it as something you should worry about."
"what?" richie blinked, cheeks growing red at the memory. he fucking poured his heart out and this was all she's going to say after waiting for a nerve-cracking minute?
y/n blushed from what she said. y/n opened her mouth to speak but immediately shuts it, she doesn't know how to put her feelings in words, and she fucking blurted something they both agreed kept hidden long ago—which took y/n awhile to convince richie not to bring it up until she decided to pull another card that would shut him up.
"you dumbass, why would you fucking think any of that?"
even though she started with a joke, her chest was feeling otherwise. because, really, why the fuck would he think of something like that? y/n pulls away from him, trying to wipe fresh new tears pouring down her cheeks but richie got to do it first for her.
"you did not put a barricade around me, stick on me like a leach, or—or put a fucking leash on me either! i'm not stuck with you because i had 'no choice', but because i chose you. i want you. what's so bad about that?" y/n wasn't mad, she was just upset. "yeah sure, we're just fifteen but i know we're—we're fucking meant to be, man. i hate you for feeling that way, rich, you're my fucking trashmouth and i hate myself for inviting rebecca, i shouldn't have done so this stuff wouldn't happen, maybe in an alternative universe but i know we'd still find a way to get back together. jesus fuck, i should've just spent my time with you making out rather than spending my time—"
"hey, hey, hey!" richie shushes her down, grabbing each sides her head, fingers tangling with her y/h/c hair. "as much as i love it that you're hot that everybody could get head over heels at you and wants to kiss you, i hate that you're rocking hot but i mean, it's not your fault." richie grins when he saw her chuckle a little at his words. yeah, those words will get all over her head. "we both know that whatever happened earlier, we never wanted that."
"god we're a little too much dramatic for a teenager."
"this feels like a movie that molly ringwald would stare in." richie jokes, leaning in closer to her face but her eyes grew wide and she jerked away. his cold hands leaving her hair and skin. shit, did she change her mind, richie nervously looks at her.
"i don't think you'd like it if you're kissing the same lips rebecca kissed earlier."
richie sighed in relief. he went over her, getting a small fist of his metallica shirt and wipe her lips with it, leaving a glossy stain on the black fabric. richie placed a kiss on y/n's lips, slow, steady, and a tender one. their eyes were closed, ignoring the bump they felt went richie's glasses knocked their foreheads a little. he couldn't help but to smile in the kiss, he always does that every time they make out though.
as soon as they pulled away, richie connected their lips to together again softly. "rebecca did not happen to stick her tongue in your mouth—"
"she didn't get a chance to."
"good. i'm the only one who should know how much of a good kisser you are."
richie's thumb grazed over her cheeks and leans once again, kissing her. y/n's lips move against his own as his hands from her cheeks traveled down softly on her neck. then with just one hint, her tongue found its way inside his mouth. oh, how much richie loves it when she does that. especially ones that makes his lips red and almost bruise his lip—
richie whined quietly when y/n pulled away, a string of their saliva threaded a little before it was gone. he couldn't help but to show her his defeated look.
"are you okay? i mean, i know it's—"
richie knew that she's worried about him again, it was her way to be sure and if she needed to reassure him. "i'm not okay. you stopped our making out session—i'm okay. just don't get your pretty mind worry about this, toots." he brushed back her hair behind her ear.
richie wraps his arms around her body, he felt soft when he felt her snuggling in his chest. inhaling her hair, it smelt like alcohol and the snacks people ate at the pub, but he liked whatever her hair smells like, nonetheless. still part of his y/n. the y/n he would get on his knees to because he fucking worships her. he might even start working on building her altar today.
then something stronger than the alcohol he suddenly smelt. it also smells like sweat. another pair of foreign arms were wrapped on his side. "what the fu—"
"keep shootin' shits, man. i love you both."
y/n tried to pull away from them but stanley's arms were wrapped around tightly to both of them. "stanley you stink!"
"i love it when losers become cuddly together." stanley speaks slowly, still drunk. he popped his head up and look at by the door, their drunk friends were peeking by the door, except for eddie who were trying to push them back inside. "come on guys, this feels good!" stanley squealed like a kid getting the christmas present they wished for a long time. then he starts to gag a little, making noises.
"i swear to god stan the man, if you fucking puke on us—what the shit!"
i forgot to add that eddie might've been pointing a finger at you because he "told you so", but did not know that rebecca was after you, not richie.
awww, look at you two being a dramatic 15 year old couple bUT I PROMISE I DID NOT INTEND IT TO BE LIKE THIS. i know it got a little out of hand but i promise that i just wanted this to be a short chapter and this happened.
surprise! too much drama for a fifteen year old and UGYUDAHGISUDBIDSJ i hate this but i also love it at the same time.
please comment down what you think of this freakin hideous chapter.