Two trashouths | Richie Tozier (1)

~17~ A Pretty Fucked Up Summer, Right?

"We did it." Bill gasped.

Eddie let out a shaky laugh. Stan threw his arms around me, but I shoved him off.

"October?" he sounded hurt.

I ran to Richie, and took his hand. "Richie!"

I sobbed and the Loser's gasped behind me. Beverly started crying too.

"I'm sorry Richie." I whispered. "If I had listened and stayed put you wouldn't be gone."

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say it." Richie croaked.

"RICHIE YOU ASSHOLE!" I shoved him as he tried to sit up.

The Loser's let out shaky breathes.

"You were pretending to be dead?" I asked.

"No. I was out cold. Well, I woke up but then you started saying I'm sorry, and I just wanted to hear you say that."

"I hate you." I punched his arm, before grabbing the front of his shit and kissing him.

"Woah." Eddie breathed.

"What? When? How?" Stan asked.

I pulled away from Richie and smiled.

"Let's get out of here." Ben said.

~ ~ ~
It's been weeks since we killed IT. At least, I hope we killed it.

Richie and I were sitting at the cliff at the quarry. He was holding my hand, making lazy circles on my knuckles.

"It's hard to believe," I said. "That we went from literally hating each other to this."

Richie grinned. "It's my good looks. Without it, I don't think I'd have been able to score you."

I laughed. "It definitely is just your good looks."

He rested his head on my shoulder, pressing his face against my neck. He never wanted the other Loser's to know, but he was a very affectionate guy. And by that, I mean he likes to be the one being cuddled.

I know for a fact, they'd all make fun of him for it, just to annoy him.

"This summer was pretty fucked up, right?" he mumbled.

I nodded, running my fingers through his soft black hair. "Yeah, I'm just glad it's over."

"Me too. Now, we just have to deal with Henry Bowers and his buddies." he said.

I grinned. "Honestly, after dealing with that clown, I think I can beat Bowers up."

Richie laughed. "I'm sure you can."

"That sounded sarcastic." I pouted.

I looked up and kissed my chin. "Yeah, it was sarcasm."

"Richie!" I shoved him away from me while laughing.