Y'all get some very adorable Richverly in this chapter! :)

Bev's House
1 PM

"It's about fucking time, asshole." Ben said, barely glancing up at Richie as he walked passed him. Richie rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. Y'all know I sleep late."

"True."

Richie walked up to Eddie and hugged him from behind.

"Good afternoon, Richard." Eddie said, looking up at him. He was wearing his glasses and his hair was sticking up wildly. Richie scowled at him.

"Edward."

"I'll murder you in your sleep." Richie snorted and kissed his cheek before hopping up on the counter.

"I love how you just waltz in here at one in the afternoon like you own the place." Bev said, crossing her arms. Richie winked at her.

"For the love of God, do something to that hair!" Stan exclaimed, walking in the kitchen. Richie snickered.

"Come on, Trashmouth, let's go do something to your hair." Bev told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the counter. He huffed but followed her. "I'll even paint your nails black, like we used to."

"Well hell, Bev, all you had to do was ask." She grinned up at him. He followed her up to her room and plopped down on her bed, looking around. It was pretty similar to her old bedroom, back in Derry. Simple, yet messy. It was also painted...pink? "Why the fuck is your room pink, Bev?" She snorted.

"Fun fact," She said as she grabbed a brush off her dresser, "This used to be Elizabeth's room, and my Aunt won't let me paint it. Also, this is probably gonna hurt." She told him as she started brushing through his hair.

"It don't bother me, after years of getting my hair yanked on and shit by Bowers and those fuckers you call my parents." He shrugged. She didn't say anything for a few minutes, she just continued brushing his hair until it was basically just a poofy mess.

"You good with a bun?" She asked. "Like I used to do?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, Eddie will love it." She giggled and grabbed a hair tie and began gathering his hair at the top of his head.

"When was the last time you saw them, Rich?" She asked softly, a few minutes later. He sighed.

"Honestly? I don't even remember." He said, biting his lip. "Probably... six years now? Maggie's probably dead and Went's probably next."

"I'm sorry." She said.

"Don't worry about it, Sweet Cheeks." He gave her a big grin and she couldn't help but smile back at him. She pulled a few pieces of hair from it's hold and twirled them around her finger, making them curl back up. Richie looked in the mirror and grinned again. "Shit, I forgot how fucking awesome I looked with my hair up like this."

"You haven't done it anymore?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Nah, only when it got long, like, really long. You know, I let my hair grow to like, below my shoulders one time because I was too lazy to go get it cut?" She snorted.

"That doesn't surprise me, actually." He winked at her. She went to one of her drawers and rummaged through it, before triumphantly throwing her hand in the air, a bottle of black nail polish in her hand. She sat across from him and crossed her legs. She shook the bottle and made a face when she tried to open it. "The fuck?"

"Hand it over, Sweets." He said and she rolled her eyes, but gave it to him. He opened it easily. She raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever happened to the Richie who opened everything with his teeth?"

"Oh, he died when I broke my front tooth." He said, grinning and pointing to which tooth. "Went actually did a good job fixing it." She chuckled and nodded. She grabbed his wrists and put one hand on her knee and the other with the bottle on his.

"Hold it for me?" He nodded and she took the brush out. Grabbing his hand and turning it slightly, she started painting his thumb nail.

"So, are we gonna have a heart to heart like we used to, or sit in silence?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. She snorted.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" He shrugged.

"I don't know, you pick."

"Well, first of all, how's everything going with you and Eddie? Have you two talked about marriage or anything?"

"Everything's good, I'm just glad he's with me still." He bit his lip. "I mean, I've thought about it but... Why would he want to marry me? We've been together for almost six years, I don't know how he isn't sick of me yet."

"Richie, come on, don't be like that. He wants to marry you, he's told me that himself." He looked at her.

"Really?" She nodded, smiling.

"Oh yeah, he wants to get married, have kids, he loves you Rich, you know that." She said, switching hands. "Oh, and that offer still stands about me being you guys' surrogate." He laughed.

"Thanks, Bev. I've missed you."

"Me too. But hey, if you and Mike are actually twins, which I'm pretty damn sure you are, you'll probably visit more often than not, right?" He shrugged.

"I don't know, probably. What if we are twins and it turns out he hates me? Or his sisters and parents? They probably wouldn't want to meet me, I mean, they obviously didn't want me."

"Richie, stop thinking like that. I'm sure they had a good reason to give you up." She rolled her eyes. "And Mrs. Wheeler isn't like that, she's one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. She'll love you."

"What about his dad? He's a jack ass, isn't he?"

"Well, yeah, but he isn't always an ass, usually just to Mike. Mike didn't live up to his expectations, he wanted Mike to become a doctor or lawyer or something, or work with him. Mike used to love music, just like you do, pretty sure he still does, but you know. Ted's a lot older than Karen too, so he doesn't do much around the house, other than sleep and eat, which pisses Mike off to no end."

"Well damn, he's definitely not gonna like me then. I mean, I make money off of making music, and I'm in a band."

"He can't say a damn thing to you, Richie. It's your life, you do what you want, just like Mike did. Nancy too, she's a lawyer but Ted wanted her to be a stay at home mom or something, like Karen."

"I like how you're on first name terms with them." He chuckled. She rolled her eyes.

"Shut it. Karen won't let me call her Mrs. Wheeler anymore. Ted hasn't really cared much. The only thing he's useful for is yelling language when someone curses."

"Psh, cursing is my native language. He can't stop me from it."

"You're ridiculous." She said, laughing. She finished his other hand and screwed the top back on the bottle and put it next to her bed. "This kind dries quicker so it won't take as long." She told him. He nodded and laid back on her pillows, stretching out.

"How are you and Billy boy doing? Still doing the long-distance thing?" He asked. She looked at him, shocked.

"How did you know about that?"

"It's kinda obvious, Sweets. I mean, the way he hugged you yesterday wasn't exactly subtle. Or was that kissy kissy." She kicked his leg lightly.

"You creep!" She laughed. He snorted. "He told me he loved me."

"Well, that's just as obvious, Bevvie Lou." He winked at her. "Did you confess you're undying love for him yet?"

"Oh, yeah, I told him I loved him back."

"It's about damn time. Jesus, hearing those sappy little phone calls were enough to make one puke."

"You can't say a damn thing, Richie! You and Eddie are just as bad, if not worse!" Richie giggled and gave her another wink.

"Yeah, we're definitely worse."