Two trashouths | Richie Tozier (1)

~6~ Hot Coco Makes Everything Better

I woke up with a start, and groaned. I looked next to me. Richie wasn't there.

"Richie?" I called into the darkness.

There wasn't an answer. He probably went home while I was sleeping. I got up and went into my bathroom, washing my face. It was still dark out but I couldn't sleep anymore. As I closed my eyes to wash my face, I felt a hand slink onto my shoulder. I gasped and turned around to find Richie standing there.

"Fuck you Tozier." I snarled. "Don't scare me like that."

He grimaced. "Sorry. Hey do you want a balloon?"

I blinked. "What?"

He pulled out a red balloon from behind his back. Just like the one I saw the night before. I pushed him away. "What the fuck dude? That's not funny!"

"Really?" he grinned. "I thought it was very funny."

His face suddenly started to change, as he morphed into a clown. The same clown I saw last night.

I screamed and screamed as the clown grabbed me and shook me.

I woke up, still yelling and thrashing around. Looking up, I saw Richie hovering over me and shaking me.

"October!" his eyes were slightly wide. "You okay?"

I sat up, breathing heavily and wiping sweat off of my forehead. "I- I had a dream. I had a dream about the clown."

"It's fine," he said soothingly.

I sobbed a little. "I don't know what's going on anymore."

Richie got up and went to my door. "I'll be right back."

I sniffed and wiped my tears. After a few minutes, Richie returned holding two mugs. He handed one to me. I looked down to see hot chocolate steaming in it. I looked at Richie as he sipped his own hot chocolate. He eyed me and caught me looking at him. "I'm sorry, I probably should've asked before I used your kitchen."

I shook my head. That wasn't why I was looking at him. I leaned my head on his shoulder and drank my hot chocolate. The warm tasty liquid made me feel warm and fuzzy. Richie stiffened slightly when my head made contact with his shoulder, but then he relaxed slightly.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Don't know."

I smiled slightly to myself.

"Honestly," I drank from my mug. "Hot chocolate makes everything better."

"I guess. You know what actually makes things better?" he asked me.

"No what."

"A blowj-"

"You disgusting pervert!" I cut him off, sitting straight up again.

He started laughing loudly.

"You can't go five minutes without making a gross joke." I shook my head.

He couldn't stop laughing. "You know you love my jokes."

I cringed. "Oh god, as if."

Richie finally calmed down and his face fell when he saw I still wasn't laughing. "Now's not good time is it."

"No, it's a horrible time you insensitive jerk."

"I'm sorry." he scooched closer to me. "I'm sorry I should've know."

"Whatever. You're a moron, I wouldn't expect anything else from you." I mumbled.

Richie pursed his lips. "You should try and get some sleep."

He took our mugs and placed them on my bedside table. "Sleep." he instructed, pulling the blanket over me.

"Okay, Mom." I stuck my tongue out.

He got in next to me and settled down. After a few minutes, Richie nudged me. "Are you still awake?"

"No." I answered.

"Sleep you fuck."

"I'm too scared." I admitted softly.

Richie shifted closer to me so that our shoulders were touching. "Don't be. I'm right here."

I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.