Beep Beep Richie Novels & Stories

That’s when she knew that the Davises had been close to her family. “Well, you were only four the last time you saw us,” Katie mumbled. The guy from yesterday who was teasing the crocodile for tourists walked out of a room to the left. “Hi,” he greeted. “Hi,” Beverly said. “Rich, right?” “Right,” he said as he gave her a quick once over and then looked at Bruce. “You must be Burt.” “Bruce,” he corrected. “Sorry, I’ve always been bad with names,” Rich said and extended his hand to him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. "Mummy?" The word cut through everything. I froze. That voice. That small voice that used to be my whole world. I turned, and there he was. Richie stood in the doorway in his dinosaur pajamas, his dark curls messy from sleep. Five years old. My baby. My reason for surviving. "Baby." I wiped my face with trembling hands, trying to hide the blood, the tears. "I'm here—" But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Desmond.

The absolute silence explained to him that he had been left all alone—or not. Richie stepped out of his room, a sketchbook in one hand and his headset in another. He glared at Dele, examining his looks. “Too hot for an Uber driver.” Richie commented, settling on the couch. Dele rolled his eyes in irritation, spitting out the words that rolled into hot balls of fury just before he could stop them. “… and you are too built to be jobless.” Dele purred, staring down at his loosened tie. “Be original, man. Those are mother’s lines; not yours.”

This was a tacit understanding between smart people. In the evening, Edward and Richard talked on the phone and arranged to meet at a cafe in the city. When Edward arrived, it was exactly six o'clock. He ordered a cup of coffee and chose a spot by the window where he could see the parking lot at the entrance, waiting for Richard to come. After waiting for nearly half an hour, he suddenly heard a few screams. Accompanied by a few screams was a burst of noisy footsteps and exclamations. "Oh my god, there's a car accident!"

His thumb pressed small, steady circles into my palm, as if his fingers were trying to smooth out the tremors still running beneath my skin. I leaned back in the seat, my eyes fluttering shut for a second, just letting the silence stretch between us. And then I heard it. Beep. Soft. Faint. Almost like a whisper. I opened my eyes, frowning. “Did you hear that?” I asked, turning to Ricardo. He paused. “Hear what?” Beep. There it was again. Louder this time. Like it was closer. Ricardo stiffened instantly. But then he blinked, shook his head slightly, and said, “Nah… I didn’t hear anything.”

The sound got a half-smile out of him. “Hi, Richie! You come back for another visit?” Richie, awkward at twelve, kept his sights on his feet and still managed to trip over them. He barely caught the railing. Is it really getting that hard to look me in the eye? “I just came to return the candy tray for Mom on my way to . . . ” The boy’s gaze flitted across the street. If Roy’s teeth were clenched before, they were now just shy of cracking. He took a breath to calm himself.

–Beep 08:11 pm “What’s up, Xavier. It’s me, Michiko. I just called because I’m worried about you. Are you doing okay? Do you want me to come over? I mean, I don’t really have anything to do. You could always hit me up if you want someone to talk to. I know the break ups been a while now and I’m still not over you. Are you still thinking about me? Because I know for sure I’ve been thinking about you lately.” –Beep

Unconsciously, Richie spontaneously smiled at the beautiful face that looked strangely asleep. After just a few seconds of enjoying the beautiful sleeping face, the tinkling bell made Richie move closer to the door.

she asked, tilting the menu toward me. "Both," I croaked, mirroring her gesture. Betty shook her head. "Okay, if that’s what makes you feel better," she said, finally letting it go. Me? I didn’t think I ever would. My eyes wandered outside, drawn to the crowded street. And right through the middle of the crowd, I saw Ricochet hopping out of his car, opening the door for… Tiffany. What about his promises? Complete bullshit. Better man, my ass.

She suddenly became nervous. "What is it?" I asked in a worried tone. “Yes, let's wait for Richie.” Richie approached us with take-outs in hand. “Here you go.” He placed the package on the table and joined Beth. She reached for him, tears shone in her eyes. He pecked her on the head. “I thought she would've spilled her guts by now,” Richie teased. “Well, skip the suspense already,” I urged excitedly. “We're getting married.”