Y/Ns Pov
When I got inside, the house was really empty except for a dusty old piano in what looked like a dining room. It was also really small compared to what my old house used to look like. Our signature pink fridge wasn't in the kitchen, our crusty old couch wasn't in the living room, and our little T.V. wasn't there either. It was...different
"This might take some time getting used to, but I think it will work," my dad said wrapping his arm around me.
"Yeah it's going to take a lot of time to get used to," I said frowning
"Y/n you were be-being sl-slow as always so I pi-pi-picked my room first," Bill yelled from the top of the stairs.
I ran up the stairs to see if he chose the bigger room. Of course he did. That dick head.
"You piece of shit I wanted that room." I said with an angry tone
"Well y-you missed yo-yo-your chance."
I rolled my eyes and walked to the slightly smaller room next to the one Bill picked. I walked in with a sigh. My other room was a lot bigger than this one. I have barely any room to move around in here. Back in Pennsylvania, Syd, Dina, and I used to get high and dance around in my room. I miss doing that so much
"Hey Y/n, why don't you take the car into town and look around to see what's there," my mom said with a smile.
"Ok but I'm gonna take my skateboard instead. I've been in the car way too much today. Bill, wanna come with me?"
"Nah, I'm gon-gonna st-stay home and fi-fi-finish set-setting up my r-room."
"Lame," I said changing into my rolling stones tee shirt and walked out the door.
Just as I was grabbing my skateboard, I saw that fucker Richie again. He was outside of his house doing tricks on his skateboard. I just rolled my eyes and started skating out of the neighborhood.
The street was really empty. Only like two cars passed by me. When I made it into the town, it was sorta lonely. There was a library where a few kids were going in and out of. There was also an arcade. I've never actually been to an arcade before but I've always wanted to go to one. In the middle, there was a grassy area where a huge statue of Paul Bunyan stood.
As I was skating and looking around, I didn't even notice that there was someone walking right towards me.
"Watch out!" I yelled as I lost control of my skateboard and fell on the ground. "Shit," I said looking at my scraped up hands.
"Oh my gosh are you ok? That looked like it hurt," the girl said taking out her hand to help me up.
"Yeah I'm good, this happens all the time," I said grabbing her hand. The girl looked about my age. She had reddish auburn hair and wore a blue tank top with jeans.
"I'm so sorry," she said looking down at my hands.
"It's cool don't worry about it, that was partly my fault for not paying attention," I laughed. "Is there a pharmacy near here?"
"Yeah there's actually one right across the street. I'll take you there." The girl said smiling.
"Ok thanks."
"My name is Beverely Marsh by the way, but everyone calls me Bev"
"My name is y/n."
"I don't think I've seen you before. Do you go to Derry Highschool?
"No, I just moved here. Today actually."
"Oh that's really fun. Well, welcome to Derry home of the most boring, shitty places ever!" Bev said in a sarcastic tone opening the door to the pharmacy for me.
We both laughed as we walked around to find where the bandages were.
"You see that girl right there?" Bev said pointing as I looked over and saw a girl with curly hair looking down at a magazine.
"Yeah," I said.
"That's Greta. Just to warn you she's a bit of a bitch and might be an asshole to you. Just ignore her. She's an asshole to everyone except her friends."
"Don't worry, I already had to deal with an asshole today I think I'll be fine." I said and smiled at her.
Once we found everything we needed we went up to the counter to pay.
"What are you doing here slut. Buying more condoms?" Greta said laughing.
"Shut up Greta. Where's your dad?" Bev said rolling her eyes.
"He had to do something so I'm taking over. So who's this? Slut number two?" Greta said looking at me
"I wouldn't be talking when your hair looks like a rats nest and your clothes look like you made them out of shit you found in the trash so I kindly ask you to fuck off and let us pay for our stuff so we can get out of this shitty store," I said staring at Greta. I know I was an asshole to her even though we barely met but she was already getting on my nerves.
"Jeez ok." Greta said as we payed for our stuff and left the store laughing.
We sat down on a bench in the grassy area. It was kinda nice that there weren't a lot of people there.
"That was pretty funny what you said to her," Bev said.
"Well that bitch was getting on my nerves so I had to shut her up. She's obviously jealous she's not as cool as us," I said laughing.
"Obviously," Bev said laughing with me. "Hey my friends the losers and I are going to the quarry tomorrow. Do you want to come with us?"
"Sure, I'd love to. Is it ok if my twin brother Bill comes too?"
"Of course. The quarry is down that hill and in the woods by the way. Meet us there at around 11." Bev said pointing to an empty road.
"Ok thanks. I'll see you there. Well I have to get home but thanks for being the first person to not be a dick to me in this shitty town." I said winking at her.
"Anytime slut number two," she said laughing
I smiled rolling my eyes and started skating away. Bev was really cool. She reminded me a lot of Syd which made me feel better about living in this town.
Bevs POV
"Wow" I thought. Y/n is such a badass. She skates, she has the coolest style, and she's really funny. She's like the girl version of Richie except not annoying. The losers are gonna love her.
As I was walking home I couldn't stop thinking about her. She's such a cool person. Oh shit. Do I like y/n? Like actually like her? No Bev you don't. You just met her, how could you already have a crush on her? She's just a friend. Right?
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Fanfictiony/n Denbrough and her twin brother, Bill, move in across the street from none other than trashmouth Tozier. Table turning events will keep you at the edge of each chapter and eager to read more. "Good luck, I'm hard to handle" *I do not own any of t...