#goranski

Chloe: Ha, you still call your dad, daddy?

Rich: *looks at Chloe dead in the eyes*

Rich: Hey, Jake

Richard Goranski x Reader

It had been a long, stressful week of school. Although the appropriately titled "Squip Incident" was almost six months in the past, the effects still lingered on all those present.

More specifically, they lingered in the one boy who considered himself the root of everything that had happened. He brought the stupid computer to the school, didn't he? He convinced Jeremy to get it, didn't he?

God, it was all his fucking fault.

Almost daily, his sweetest girlfriend, (YN), did all that she could to convince him otherwise, usually to no avail. In her eyes, he had been a victim of something that he should never have come into contact with.

She'd been dating him since the middle of sophomore year, not long before he'd gotten the Squip. Of course, he didn't tell her he was getting it. Instead, he showed up to school one day, after being M.I.A. for the entirety of Spring Break, with a tank top on and a red streak in his hair, lisp somehow completely missing.

They worked really hard together to make it work, even though it seemed rough at times. Still, with the computer out of his brain and the past behind them, they were more than happy to try and move on.

Cut to senior year, where classes are suddenly ten times as dull and school seems to make less sense every day. During classes, (YN) would usually goof off with Brooke or send stupid notes with awful pick-up lines to Rich, who would send a worse one in response.

Life felt okay, for the most part. Senioritis hit every school, and theirs was no exception.

Still, Rich didn't think he was very normal. No, he felt priviliged to walk home everyday beside his amazing girlfriend, hearing her chatter excitedly about whatever it was that Chloe had told her about some famous guy they liked to drool over.

"Wanna spend the night tomorrow?" Rich asked her before they split ways. "We haven't hung out much outside of school in a while."

Jesus, her heart melted at the sound of that adorable lisp. "If my parents let me, I will." With a quick kiss on his lips, she began to step off toward her house, which wasn't but a couple houses down from his own.

Rich smilled to himself as he treaded into his own home, completely unsurprised that his parents weren't there. They were almost never there, so why would today be any different?

Still, whille he was usually a little saddened by his parent's absence, he couldn't help but smile for today. Damn, he was still thinking about her. He was always thinking about her.

The thought of her rarely ever faded away, and, even then, she was ever-present in the corners of his mind. How could one girl mean so much to him? How in the world did she make him feel this way?

Not that he was complaining. Definitely not.

In fact, he was stoked to walk home from school with her and to hold her hand as they padded up to his front door. He had grabbed her extra bag full of clothes somewhere on the walk, insisting on carrying it for her, and it sort of squished between the two of them.

She just laughed, watching him struggle with turning the key. "Let me do it," she offered, gently pushing his hand off of the door and unlocking it for them. "After you." She pushed the door open, ushering Rich inside.

He smiled and entered, pulling the keys from the door on his way in. He heard (YN) close the door behind them and felt the bag get torn from his hands.

"I'll put my stuff up in your room, start a movie or a game while I'm gone!" she called, heading upstairs to Rich's bedroom, a familiar, slightly dull place.

The whole house was dull. Rich's parents hadn't been real parents in years, and not a single framed picture of the family sat along the hallways. There weren't any pictures from when he was young and drew his family in pre-school. There wasn't an award from any spelling bee's or atheltic competitions. The house was practically bare.

Except for Rich's bedroom. While it was lacking in color and all-together style, the walls were covered in pictures of the two of them. What felt like a million Polaroids and printed pictures of themselves covered his room and never failed to make both of them smile at the memories.

(YN) laid down her backpack and clothes bag at the foot of Rich's bed, then stepped up to the pictures, smiling as each event replayed in her mind. The first time she ever went to the beach. A kiss on the top of the ferris wheel, right before it broke when they were a quarter of the way down and they spent the entire ride cracking height jokes. A Christmas they had spent together, jokingly staying up all night to 'wait for Santa', but truthfully wanting every waking moment with each other as possible.

She squealed when hands grabbed her waist, a face nuzzling into her neck. "Ah, you scared the Hell outta me," she whined, but laughed at herself. She turned in his arms, making the embrace into a sweet hug.

Rich looked over her shoulder at the same pictures she'd been staring at. "You were taking forever, so I wanted to make sure nothing happened," he informed her, fingers drawing shapes on her back without a reason. "I'm glad I have these pictures."

They turned so that both of them could look at the pictures, but they couldn't keep themselves from laughing at a few silly ones.

"I remember that!" (YN) announced. "That was when Jake dared me to eat all those lava cakes! That hurt a lot, but it was worth fifty bucks."

Rolling his eyes, Rich glanced at another one. "That was the first time you ever made a cake," he remembered. "That was really good."

"It didn't look good," (YN) admitted. "I was a noob, back then. I can bake better cakes, now."

Rich tightened his grip on her, just a touch, but noticeably. "I'm sure you can," he chuckled.

After ten or so minutes of reliving their favorite moments, they silently agreed it was time to go back downstairs, where Rich had grabbed a collection of snacks from his kitchen and piled them onto a small coffee table in fron of the couch. Behind the table was a TV, which had the movie title Tombstone on it. It was (YN)'s favorite, she loved Wild West movies!

With a broad grin, she hopped over the couch and into her spot. Less daringly, Rich stepped around the couch to sit next to her, both of them cuddling up before he hit play. (YN) held a bag of chips close to her, and they both ate them absent-mindedly as they watched.

"I got two guns, one for each of ya'," she quoted Doc, smiling at herself. She'd probably memorized the entire movie at this point.

Somewhere around Doc leaving his wife and Wyatt watching the train go, she had fallen asleep, and Rich was quick to follow. Of course, he'd turned everything off and put the snacks on the table once he'd realized she was out. With that done, he held close to her and managed to drift off before too long.

Falling asleep with her was amazing, because Rich knew that it meant he got to wake up with her, as well. The first thing he got to see the next day was her tiredly gazing up at him, as if waiting for him to wake up.

"Morning," she said softly, kissing his cheek.

Rich pulled her close, and she let herself bury her face in his chest sleepily. "Too early to be up," Rich whined, and he heard an agreeing sound from the girl with him. "Wanna go sleep in my bed all day?" Another agreeing sound, then the two were lazily but hurriedly skittering up to Rich's room, closing the door, shutting the curtains, flipping the light off, then plopping onto the bed in almost pure dark, despite the time being around seven in the morning.