The year is 1979. You and Richie are fourteen. He was the chill, nonchalant, stoner type while you were the lovey, affectionate, hyper type. You guys both liked each other, you both knew, but neither of you guys were dating. You just flirted, hung out, and made out with each other. But sometimes you felt like you liked him too much and felt like he was annoyed. It felt like you were too into him. So whenever you got really excited and tried to be affectionate, he would most of the time turn you down by saying things like “Why’re you being so clingy?” or “Chill out.” and it didn’t make you feel that great. He liked you as much as you liked him but he was more on the chill and cool side

One day you guys were hanging out at the REC center. You guys were sitting at one of the tables outside, passing a blunt to one another while watching everyone mess around. A cop came because some of the kids were doing something that they shouldn’t have and one of the kids insulted the cop, causing Richie to let out a laugh. You looked over at him, studying his face as he laughed. He had such a boyish face and a typical teenage boy laugh which made you adore him even more. You felt a bit bold and slowly inched your hand over to his, grabbing his hand as you looked the other way. He took his hand away and looked at you with a raised eyebrow “What was that for?” He asked, not in an annoyed tone but rather a curious one as he took another hit from the blunt