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Rubbing the towel through my hair, I plop down next to Isaac on our dark blue bed. I tie the black robe tighter around the waist. My mind drifts off again, back to a nagging subject.

Richie.

"What was wrong with Richie earlier?" I ask Isaac, laying down on my back. He shrugs.

"That guy has always been the type to do weird shit. Don't ask me." Isaac grunts, flipping away from me. I roll my eyes.

They both can't be in a bad mood right now, can they?

"Stop being a baby." I grab Isaac's shoulder trying to flip him back over. He doesn't resist, instead pouncing on top of me, his arms keeping him up and his knees in between my legs, as he hovers over me.

"Stop talking about him. First, you touch him as easier as you touch me, then you call him your best friend, and now, you're asking about him while we're in bed alone together? Aliza, I told you, I'll kill him." He breathes out, as I stare up at him.

He's fucking hot from this angle too. Even if he's got the complete wrong idea about everything.

"Richie has to be my best friend, you're my boyfriend. I'm just worried I did something to him, that's all and fuck, I think I like you better when you're angry." My hand lays on his cheek as he leans into my touch, his eyes closing as he kisses the inside of my palm.

My breathing quickens as he lies his body against mine. He heartbeat pulses through his chest into mine while his warmth travels down to my toes.

"I'm sorry. I need you to be all mine. I can barely hold myself back." He whispers, his breath fanning my face. My hand still cups his cheek as another one of his body parts dig into my stomach.

I guess I should stop playing.

"You still owe me a punishment." I say, as he leans in for a kiss. He freezes, as I sit up, sliding from underneath his body. He stares at me intensely as he mirrors my actions. We sit across from each other.

"Aliza, I'm at my limit." He pants, biting his lip. I watch him with a slight grin on as heat rises in me as well.

I'm sure that's not true. I want to see it...

"We'll see how far I can push it then." I say, climbing onto his lap, straddling him. He swallows.

...his limit.

"I'm serious. You're going to make me-"

"Don't do a thing. That's your punishment. Don't let yourself do anything, unless I allow it. Then you can give me the rest of your reward." I grind against him, as he groans, wrapping his arms around me and burying his head on my neck.

Will I be able to hold back?

"Aliza, I really can't." He mumbles, beginning to move on his own, pushing up against me. I stop, getting off of him. Standing off to the side of the bed. His gaze follows me.

"I told you you weren't allowed to do anything on your own. Now, you get to sleep with that boner tonight. Do whatever you want with it cause I'm going to sleep in the living room." I smirk as his eyes widen. I reach for a pillow and a blanket as he grabs onto my arm.

"No, no. Let me try again. I can do it if you just give me another chance." He begs, trying to stop me from leaving.

He should've never left me last night. Payback's a bitch.

"Nope. If you follow me, I won't stay in the same room as you ever again." I snatch my arm out of his grip and grab the pillow and blanket, hurrying out the room.

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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