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You had recently joined the Losers' Club. It wasn't your choice; it was Richie's. Richie seemed to like you a lot. He seemed to gravitate more toward you than any other member of the Losers' Club. That was fine with you. You preferred hanging out with someone who wanted to hang out with you rather than someone who didn't. The other losers didn't talk to you much. They didn't have anything against you, but they just didn't feel the need to interact with you much.
You and Richie were at the park eating ice cream. You both ordered chocolate. He paid for both of you. You were the only person he actually bought anything for. Normally, Richie would be bored by now, but he enjoyed being around you. You were on the swing side by side, rocking back and forth. You couldn't help but admire Richie. He wasn't stereotypically attractive or anything, but you found him quite cute.

It was surprising you weren't dating. You probably would have been, but both you and Richie were too scared to ask each other out.

Richie looked at you for a few seconds before speaking.

"I wish I was your ice cream cone."

It was another one of his stupid jokes.