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Backdated to late July
Aug. 12th, 2019 10:31 am"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Richie's shouting to no one as he heads back to the Home, mostly pent up excitement now that he's left Regan, and he's grinning from ear to ear for maybe the first time in weeks. The snow was gone, Regan was alive, he'd kissed her and she'd liked it.
Richie's stomach was still doing flips, and had been since they'd gone to share a slice of pizza, their hands interlinked. Now he feels like he needs to do something, but he can't focus enough to figure out what. Is Regan his girlfriend now? What the fuck does that even mean?
He took out his phone and texted the first person he could think of.
EMERGENCY CAN YOU MEET ME
So maybe it wasn't an actual emergency, but right about now, Richie didn't care much.
[For Jamie or Eddie or Beverly or all of the above.]
Richie's stomach was still doing flips, and had been since they'd gone to share a slice of pizza, their hands interlinked. Now he feels like he needs to do something, but he can't focus enough to figure out what. Is Regan his girlfriend now? What the fuck does that even mean?
He took out his phone and texted the first person he could think of.
EMERGENCY CAN YOU MEET ME
So maybe it wasn't an actual emergency, but right about now, Richie didn't care much.
[For Jamie or Eddie or Beverly or all of the above.]
