The next morning I wake up to Richie shaking us awake. When I open my eyes, I realize I'm cuddled into Bill, and his arms are woven tightly around me.

I blush a little before letting out a groan at Richie.

"What is it? What could possibly be so important that you wake me up early on a Saturday?" I grumpily mutter, wiping eyes and staring at the idiot with glasses. Richie just grins a little before helping me stand and stretch.

"I came to tell you, that your boyfriend—"

"He's not boyfriend anymore."

"—well does he know that?"

Walking to the rotary phone placed in my kitchen, I begin to dial up the Kaspbrak household. A number I knew by heart. Richie watches me with wide eyes.

"Wait, Ally—"

But it's too late, someone's already picked up. And the person on the other line makes my blood boil.

Evelyn.

"Hello?" She grumbles, sounding as if she's stayed the night there. My hands ball into fist as I take a deep breath. "Hi, tell Edward that he isn't my boyfriend, and that I never want to see him again." With that, I slam the phone back onto the receiver. Upon turning back to the boys, Bill is sat up watching in worry and Richie looks apologetic.

"Evelyn answered." I grumble, walking back to the couch and plopping back into Bill's arms. I don't feel like doing anything today, I just wanna go back to sleep and cry a little.

A small gasp comes from Richie. Clearly, no one was expecting this from the shy germaphobe.

"Do you still wanna know what I was gonna say about—" Richie starts, nervously.

"No. And don't ever use his name in this house again."

Richie nods, scanning the room nervously.

"I-uh, I thought Bev lived here?" Richie asks, trying to change the topic. "She does. But on the weekend she stays with Ben."

"Oh...."

"Richie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you leave or go to sleep?" I grumble, trying to close my eyes and forget.

"Ally, you can't sleep forever. You'll get fat." He laughs, earning a look of disapproval from Bill. I roll my eyes. "Shut the hell up, it's like 9am."

"It's 12pm."

"WHAT"