Four eyed lover ? (Richie x reader)

When Bill and I walked by the movie theater I saw her. Betty Ripsom. If I'm being honest she wasn't as pretty as Beverly Marsh but, she was decent looking and she's really really smart.

I'm not exactly a genius but a smart girl is always a treasure.

There was something about the way she waved at me that day that sent my heart aflame.

Her hair looked so perfect and shiny I thought she might be a model.

"R-r-richie? H-hello?"

"Huh?"

"D-do you want t-to go to the b-b-barrens tomorrow?"

"Yea I guess." I managed to mutter. Then I could tell Bill was suspicious so I added "Is your mom gonna be there Bill? I bet she missed me since Sunday."

"Y-y-you're impossible R-r-richie."

"Yea yea, hey lets invite Betty to the movie."

"W-w-what? W-w-why?"

"I don't know Bill! It's Friday and she's over there on a bench reading. Alone. At this rate she'll be a forty year old virgin."

"F-fuck you Rich."

I walked towards the bench where she sat and slid next to her. Bill stayed where he was and glared at me.

"Um hi Richie. How are you?" She smiled a small smile and I tried not to read into it too much.

"Oh uh good. I guess. I just wanted to see what you were reading."

"Oh ok" Betty made a slight face and I could tell she was uncomfortable. I hated that so I slid in the other direction a bit. She settled down a little. I hated that too.

"So what are you reading?"

"To Kill a Mockingbird. I really like it." I could tell she was feeling more confident now. But I still couldn't ask her.

"That's good. Well bye Betty."

Betty Ripsom was found dead the next morning. Her time of death was around 5:30. The movie started at 5:00

If I hadn't wussed out she might still be alive.

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