⎯ GAZEBOOBOOTHEFOOL ! ! !

    DEAREST, FUCKASS RICHIE, THOUGH TRULY A NICE ENOUGH BOY ! His smile holds so much youth, shines oh so bright upon his features. Looks were not enough to evoke any particular reaction —    (    but truthfully, who’s to say ? if ever there was anything to note there, he wouldn’t admit it ANYWAYS.    )

    FINDING THE BEST QUALITIES OF THE ESTEEMED RICHIE TOZIER CAME AFTER MUCH, MUCH TOLERANCE ! Friendship maintained despite feigned annoyance, he truly admired the trash mouth — notably FUNNY, presence   (    almost    )    always light and enjoyable, though knowing of when too far was TOO FAR.

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here are some updates !

- i didnt get a single thread done over the weekend without my computer !

    “ RIGHT — ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT ? “ Gaze falls on the haunted house in front of them    (    YES, i am aware that i am FASHIONABLY LATE as ever !    ). Concern is evident in the shift of youthful features, hands rested at his sides rolling nervously into and out of fists. Other losers club members have already disbanded, having entered the house without the others company.

    FIRST CRY FOR ATTENTION ESCAPES IN A RASP, HANDS TREMBLING AS THEY SHOOT OUT TOWARDS HER. Perhaps this was not his first encounter was the creature, and, oh, he is dreadfully aware that it should not be his last, though that does not prevent the shaking of his hands, nor the terror that causes tears to brim in brown eyes upon thinking of the creature. “Shit, uhh. “ Voice wavers as shoulders wrack with each intake of breath, words too quiet for someone who’s just been near death — loud cries for help replaced with concern, for how was he gonna explain THAT off ? He figures that some fucking DEMON CLOWN isn’t the most believable of explanations. 

    VISIONS OF MONSTROUS JAWS GNASHING AT DELICATE SKIN, FLESH TORN FROM HIS BONES — they only end upon seeing chance of safety, thoughts of sitting at home where he knows safety is the priority    (    isn’t that the ploy ? oh how he’s long since fallen into that web of lies !    )    and rest may heal physical wounds until his next inevitable encounter. “ Oh, my god, ohmygodohmygodohshit — “ Body trembles and quakes with each word that escapes him, pain biting at his sides, results of both the escape and the attack. Were situation not so rattling, he’d avoid confrontation at all —     (    though, still, this only semi - familiar face was more comforting a source of help than any adult could possibly provide    )    “ Hey, uhh — FUCK, please help. “

    THIS WAS A STUPID DARE — A MISTAKE MADE WHEN HE COULD NOT SWAP HIS REPLY TO A ‘ TRUTH .’ Head shakes as he is shoved Richie’s direction, arms crossing and eyebrows creasing. “ No fucking way. You can get MONO from kissing, you know ? It’s literally called the kissing disease. There’s a kissing DISEASE, Richie. ” Words escape with vehement as he works himself up to ultimately no avail.

     “ FINE. “ HANDS REACH FOR THE OTHERS FACE, placed gently to his cheeks as he leans in to press a reluctant and far - too - quick kiss to his lips. “ THERE, THAT’S IT. I hate you guys so much. “    (    if he gets sick, they’re never gonna hear the end of it !    )

    HE’S HEARD WORRY AND CONCERN FROM HIS MOTHER IN THE PAST; rarely has he heard pride. Grin erupts on his features despite his attempts to squirm from the grasp, arms finally stretching out and returning the hug once he’s resigned to his fate. “ Thanks, Rocky. “ However tight the hug was, it was far less smothering than the kind he’d known before and after a moment of hesitance —

    “ OH, UHH — OKAY. “ Voice wavers and radiates something akin to excitement, though it is not subtle in showing his nerves. “ I mean, SURE. “ What is an attempt at a nonchalant tone comes with hesitance and confusion, maybe a hint of fear, but kissing disease don’t got nothin’ on miss VERONICA SAWYER ! — the cool and pretty veronica sawyer, the reason for his puppy crush, out - of - this - world, woman crush everyday veronica sawyer that sat at the other end of the circle, bottle pointed directly between the two of them.

    “ UM, SHOULD I — ? “ He pauses, waits for a nod before he leans slowly across the empty air between them, hears the     (    not - so - helpful    )    cheer from richie and decides to ignore the fact that he is probably breaking out into a sweat — CRUSHES LIKE THESE ONES WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO COME TO FRUITION ! ! ! HOLY SHIT ! ! ! CODE FUCKIN’ BLUE, PAL ! ! !

    SO, WHEN HE LEANS IN TO PRESS HIS LIPS TO HERS, lack of experience is made clear and he cringes     (    mid - kiss    )    at whatever the hell that was supposed to be, panic having gotten a hold of him just at the last minute. He quickly tugs his body backs to it’s previous spot — look of embarrassment and total, utter disappointment in himself crossing his features.

     “ WELL. ” A GOOD SOLID FEW MOMENTS PASS, in which he decides now that this game of spin the bottle was good and done and the tapping of a friend’s hand on his shoulder is his cue to get OUT of that party, scrambling to his feet and dodging through a sea of suaver classmates than he — NICE JOB, KID.