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movedcoffee · 7 years

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Sleepless (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Author Note: Sorry not requested.... BUT I WAS INSPIRED OKAY AND IT HAPPENED SO GIVE ME THIS! I am working on requests all the time though I swear! Anyways I hope you guys like this one.... Also they're 16 or 17 on this one!

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Tell me am I going crazy? (Uh huh)

Tell me have I lost my mind? (Yeah)

Richie huffed falling onto his bed. The frame creaked and shuddered in protest though he seemed oblivious to it. Richie's eyes may have been trained on the ceiling, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

They were wrapped up in you. Yes you. The girl who sits beside him in math. The one with the brilliant eyes that were focused out the window every time. The girl with shimmering hair that always curled at the ends. The girl who laughs at every sarcastic comment that Trashmouth makes.

Richie was confused as to what he was feeling. His heart hammered in his chest and stones seemed to press down on his lungs. He could hardly speak without sounding like Bill... No offense to him.

Richie sighed and placed his arm over his eyes. "What the hell is wrong with me," He mumbled to himself. He had never felt this way for a girl before. He never felt this sick to his stomach at the thought of a girl. He never even stuck around a girl for long, yet here he was chasing after one now.

He definitely lost something. He was unsure of what though.

Am I just afraid of lovin'? (Uh huh)

Or am I not the lovin' kind? (Yeah)

Richie wasn't fond of feelings or growing attached. That much was obvious by his reputation. He was the "love them then leave them" type of guy. He'd flirt and treat you write, but by the end of it he grew tired.

He would just leave. It's not that Richie ever tried to be mean, but there was never thst spark. The tantalizing spark that always seemed so out of reach. The one adults tell kids about, but then claim they're too young to know it. Richie just wanted to find it.

He found it in you. The way you would shake with loud uncontrollable laughter at something stupid he would say. How you were the one to pick up the pieces when his parents hardly cared. The spark was just slightly out of reach.

He could never speak up. He wasn't sure what it was. Fear? Maybe. Rejection? A possibility. Whatever it was Richie clung to it like a lifeline. It was the one thing that made sure he kept his feelings buried.

He sighed slightly and turned on his side. His eyes scanning over his dirtied room. His clothes strewn all across the place and cups of slurpees littering almost every surface. Richie wondered for a moment. Just a moment.

What if he just wasn't made for loving...

Kissin' in the moonlight

Movies on a late night

Gettin' old

(Uh huh)

Richie huffed slightly trying to dismiss the hammering of his heart. His head swarming with thoughts of you. It always lead back to you.

There was that one time at the theater. He invited you out to the movies. You were all dressed up because you had been visiting a close family member. You had smiled and apologized for being a little late, but Richie was too lost in just admiring you.

The way the dress hugged your curves, yet flow freely neared the bottom giving you an innocent look. Your hair neatly curled and shimmering. Richie was in awe at how simple things made you shine even more.

The whole time the boy was just flustered in your presence. There was this unexplainable fluttering in his stomach. Was that what people meant by butterflies? It was a sickly feeling and Richie was not a fan of it, yet at the same time he never wanted it to go away.

Cause wouldn't that mean that you would go away too?

I've been there, done that

Supposed to be hot

But it's just cold

(Yeah)

Richie groaned slightly and buried his face in his pillow. He was very tempted to scream away his frustrations. Why was he being such a pussy?

Then again the relationships never seemed to work. Heck his last one lasted a week, because in the end there was never anything there. Richie could hardly remember a relationship that lasted.

He would try so hard in the beginning. He would take them out and joke around, They would hang out with the other Losers, or he would just flirt. He never felt a damn thing though. It was like something could never switch on for him. He would desperately try and try. Just wanting to feel something.

He never felt anything though.

Somebody wake up my heart

Light me up

Set fire to my soul, yeah (Uh huh)

'Cause' I can't do it anymore (Yeah)

He startes feeling when you came along though. You just showed up one day. A transfer student who wasn't raised in this hell hole. You were set next to him and were told that if you needed anything to just ask him.

He wasn't too fond of you at first. You were quiet and never spoke when he tried to talk with you. It was like you thought you were well above the rest. You proved him wrong though. You began speaking after you grew comfortable in the new environment. You explained to him that you were just a little shy before.

Richie's cheeks were burning now as he thoughts wandered to that day. He switched his light off deciding he should rest. He took his glasses off and set them on the nightstand and turned away.

Gimme that can't sleep love

(Gimme that can't sleep)

I want that can't sleep love

(Gimme that can't sleep)

Richie shut his eyes as his breath began to even out, yet he couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried his mind would always wander back to you, and when it did that his chest ached and those stupid butterflies returned as a goofy grin spread across his face.

He tried to push the thoughts of you away. He'd never get sleep if he couldn't, but deep down he knew.

He knew it was going to be a sleepless night.

The kind I dream about all day

The kind that keeps me up all night

Gimme that can't sleep love

(Yeah)

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