|Anything For Richie
Author: Nekosblackrose PM
A bit of an extension on the episode where Potsie and Richie ask Fonzie for concert tickets. Fonzie finds Richie in distress over the broken window in the hardware store his father works at and decides to lend a bit of a helping hand. Small bit of romanceRated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Fonzie F. & Richie C. - Words: 654 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 2 - Published: 05-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8152599
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"…After the Rock 'N' Roll show?" Richie asked to confirm. The woman on the line confirmed what he feared, that Richie was in fact the only one not going to the concert. He sighed. "Thanks. I'll call later. Good-bye." Richie hung up the phone and hung his head. Great. Now he'd have to wait hours before he could get the glass in the hardware store fixed. He was in the depth of his despair when a familiar voice sounded from the door.
"What happened here?" Fonzie asked examining the broken window. Rich jumped in surprise and stared at the Fonz with wide eyes. "Get robbed or somethin'?" Fonzie asked walking into the store. Richie shook his head and stood a bit straighter.
"No…I went to lock the door and then I remembered that I needed to shut off the lights," Richie started, "then Potsie lets the door close and the keys are on the outside, and we're locked inside."
"So you break the window?" Fonzie asked quirking an eyebrow curiously. Richie shook his head with a sigh.
"No…" He said looking down at the counter. "I climb onto a ladder to see if I can slip through that small window up there. Then I need a screwdriver to get the chain off, I lose my footing and my foot goes straight through the window…" Fonzie nodded and examined the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his brown leather jacket.
"Well, Richie," He said shaking his head at the broken glass. "I guess you still didn't get to go to the concert, did ya?" He turned to Richie and quirked an eyebrow quizzically. Richie sighed and shook his head.
"No…" He said slumping against the counter. "Potsie took the girls. He said he'd sell my ticket to get back my money." Fonzie strutted towards the counter and sat down on it sideways. He dug in his pocket and handed Richie six dollars.
"Here," He said motioning for Richie to take it. The redhead was staring at it with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Richie, take the money. If you didn't get any use outta them then there's no reason for me to keep your money." Richie hesitantly reached out and took the wadded up bills.
"Thanks Fonzie," He said with a small smile. Fonzie gave him his trademark grin and patted his shoulder.
"Not a problem, kid," He said hopping off the counter. "When are they coming to fix the window?" He asked tilting his head to the side. Richie's shoulders slumped again.
"They're not," He mumbled. "Everyone's at the show." Fonzie frowned. Richie looked at Fonzie with a curious look. "Speaking of which, why aren't you there, Fonzie?" Fonzie shook his head with a shrug.
"I got better things to do," He said simply. Richie frowned.
"Like what?" He asked skeptically. Fonzie scoffed. "I mean, all the girls are at the concert." Fonzie rolled his eyes.
"Well if I had gone I wouldn't have come across a Richie in distress, now would I?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest. Richie blushed slightly and looked down at his feet. He shook his head slightly. "That's what I thought. Now, let the Fonz take care of ya. I'll get the glass for your window and have someone install it before the show's over." Richie looked up at Fonzie in surprise.
"Really?" He asked, making Fonzie laugh.
"Yeah," He said with a grin. "Just give me half an hour. I'll be back with the glass and someone to fix it."
"Thanks, Fonz," Richie said with a face splitting grin. Fonzie ruffled Richie's hair playfully.
"Not a problem, Rich," He said walking towards the door. "Anything for a pal." And he left. Walking down the street a fleeting thought passed through Fonzie's mind. Anything for you, Richie…