The relationship between Ivy and Bill is extremely complicated.

It's like they're friends once second, but then the next he's kissing her. But they aren't really dating, and they're also not friends with benefits. It's an unusual thing.

It's almost like they're using each other as outlets. They kiss when they feel too much, or when they feel nothing at all.

Richie is killing himself with stress. He's seen Bill kiss her. He already hates him for punching him, and now he's kissing his supposed-to-be-girlfriend! It isn't fair. Yet, he isn't allowed to do anything about it because Ivy would never forgive him.

A loud groan slips from the boy's mouth as he contemplates the situation once more.

Her turns his head to read the numbers on his clock. 9:50pm. He sighs deeply, wishing he would've gone to see the girl. After a few tosses and turns, he throws himself off the bed and climbs out his window.

"I can't take this!," he mutters to himself, "I'm going to see Ivy."

And so, the boy hops onto the ground and quickly climbs onto his bike. He quickly pedals down the quiet and deserted streets.

Finally, after 10 minutes, he reaches the girl's house. He gets off his bike and drops it to the ground. He knows Bill won't be here since he was here last night. His mom never lets him stay over two nights in a row. Without hesitation, the boy quickly begins to climb up towards the girl's window.

The same way he had many times before.

Once he's up the vines, he bangs repeatedly against the window.

The quiet girl inside the room drops her book. She didn't plan on having company over, and she doubts it's Bill. Maybe it's Mike? Deep down she knows it's Richie.

Her hands slide the window open, and sure enough the trash mouth is there with a goody grin.

"Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna let me in?" He questions. Ivy blinks away her slight surprise and moves aside, allowing the boy to climb through the window.

"What're you doing here?" She questions, walking back towards her bed. "I haven't seen you in a week, Richard."

Richie cringes at his full name, following behind her.

"Yeah, that's because you were with Bill!" He defends, scoffing slightly. Ivy turns to him with raised eyebrows. He quickly attempts to take back his words, "I mean– I assumed you were—"

"You were spying on me? Is that how you knew Bill was here?" She interrupts, smirking lightly. Richie rolls his eyes. "Pffft, as if....."

Ivy lets out a small laugh and stares up at the boy.

She is sat at the edge of her bed, and he is stood over her. His eyes meet hers, and he wishes he could kiss her. She silently wishes the same.

Slowly, he begins to lean down. She doesn't move, but her heart beats hard against her chest. As he nears her though, she quickly turns her head away. He frowns at this and pulls back, pretending as if nothing happened.

"S-So, uh...why're you here?" She quickly asks, deterring their minds from their almost kiss.

"I wanted to see you." Richie states plainly, "I just didn't want to see you locking lips with Bill."

Ivy shifts her body away from him, climbing further onto her bed. "Listen, Richie, its not what you think—"

"So, then, you're not dating, Bill?" He sarcastically asks. Ivy shoots a glare his way. He immediately regrets the tone in his voice. "No, I'm not dating Bill, for your information. And even if I was, you don't have any right to feel upset about it."

Richie frowns and sends her an apologetic look.

"Sorry. I just don't like the idea of you kissing anyone but me—"

"Yeah, and I didn't like the idea of you leaving me for Janice, but here we are!" Ivy rolls her eyes, bringing her book back to her eyes. Richie feels another wave of guilt rush through him as he desperately glances around the room.

"I'm sorry about that— I really am, I'm so—"

"I know..." she stops him, sighing lightly and glancing up to him. "It still hurts...but I know you're sorry."

There's a silence in he room. Richie doesn't really deal with silence.

"Do you wanna dance?" He offers suddenly, causing Ivy to look up confused. "What?" She questions, watching as he looks through her records. "Right now?"

"Yeah," he hums, "lets dance."

The song, Dancing In the Dark, echoes from the player and Ivy watches as Richie dramatically lip syncs along to the lyrics.

She can't help but let out a small laugh as she watches him make a fool out of himself.

"Even if we're just dancing in the dark."

"Richie, I don't really—"

Before she can finish her sentence, the boy's pulls her too her feet and towards his body. She blushes deeply, but doesn't pull away.

"Just please, please dance with me..." he whispers softly to her.

A small smile crosses her features before she gives in and starts doing dramatic dance movements. Richie laughs at this and follows her lead, dancing wildly to the music. Somewhere in the middle of it all, he can't help but stop what he's doing to just watch her.

He watches her with a glint of admiration in his eyes. She doesn't notice him, she just keeps dancing and singing loudly.

He can't stop watching her.