Summary – I found a random Prompt List and decided to go ahead and do it. Its 64 prompts with the paring Hotstreak/Richie or other known as HotGear; one of my favorite parings. There is Yaoi/boy love/boyxboy action and mature contact in here. DO NOT read if you DO NOT like! LAST WARNING! Rated M for future chapters

A/N – If there is a prompt you would like me to do; either place it in the reviews or send me a PM of it. I will look it over and possibly add to the list.

Chapter Five / Prompt Five – Hello

Rating – T

Richie looked over at his phone as it rang again. He pulled his legs closer to his chest as he hid his face in his knees; he felt his eyes sting as the tears came again, he pulled at his hair as he gave a slight hic. Richie let his head back and stared at his ceiling as his phone continued to ring. He wouldn't answer it…he wouldn't…he couldn't.

Richie closed his eyes and the machine beeped as it took a message, tears ran down his face as he heard the voice he didn't want to hear.

"Hello? Richie? I…I know you're there. Please answer the phone"

The line went quiet as they hung up. It only took a few moments before the phone rang again; still Richie allowed it to go to his voice mail. Richie bit his lip as he tried to keep the tears in but couldn't stop them from falling.

"Hello? Richie, let's meet up and talking about this. Please, it was a mistake. Nothing more!"

Richie took his phone and threw it at the couch in the hideout, he let out a small noise as the phone continued to ring.

"Hello?! Richie, I'm sorry. Please. I'm trying to fix this! Please I'm sorry"

Richie covered his ears, he didn't notice the door to the hide out being jimmied open, and quietly closed behind a person. Richie let out a low cry as his phone rang over and over again. His backpack in pieces around the space as well as the couch and anything else that could be destroyed. The person looked around before they found Richie under the desk, they knelt down and pulled Richie close to them.

Richie jerked and opened his eyes, he first started to push the person away but they were too strong and kept him close to their body. Richie shook his head and started to hit them.

"N-No let me go you fucking bastard!"

He cried harder before he noticed that the person who was hugging him was really, really warm. Richie looked up with red and watery eyes, he focused on who was in front of him and blushed

"H-Hotstreak"

Richie mumbled as he took in the fire bangbaby, Richie felt the tear start all over again; Hotstreak cupped his cheek and thumbed over it, wiping away the tears.

"Look at you, Foley. Crying over some dick"

He mumbled lowly before the phone started to ring again. Hotstreak looked at it and got up, Richie just watched him as Hotstreak answered it and shot the person down.

"Listen here Hawkings. Richie doesn't want to talk to you right now, or if ever. You're a dick. Fuck off"

He closed the phone and crushed it. He walked back over to Richie and sat down before he pulled Richie into his lap.

"I'll buy you a new one"

Hotstreak mumbled as Richie smiled lightly, he leaned against Hotstreak's shoulder and sighed at the warmth.

"That's okay"

Richie replied as he closed his eyes and whispered lowly

"Just for today can we not be enemies?"

Hotstreak found a blanket and pulled it around them, keeping Richie warm. Hotstreak smiled lightly and held him close.

"Whatever you want, Richie. I'm here"