It's 2am on a Monday morning when Richie gets the phone call, just when he finally drifted into slumber after spending all night up with Brooklyn his four year old daughter, who is suffering from a terrible cold.
"It's Mike Hanlon, from Derry" he hears over the phone, Mike? now how does he remember that name, was he a fan of Richie's comedy shows that he met? no it can't be because why the fuck would he remember someones name that he met for like 30 seconds.
"It's came back Richie" the fuck is an it? if this was 5 years ago then he would think it's his drug dealer saying that he got more coke without saying he got more coke just incase if like the government or the police or some bullshit like that was listening in on their conversation.
"What I'm sorry, what the fuck is an it and more importantly who the fuck are you and why do you have my number" Richie says with a slight annoyance in his voice.
"Richie I'm Mike Hanlon from Derry you know Derry, right? the place were you grew up and lived in for 17 years, yeah I'm Mike I used to be your friend when we where like 13 do you remember the losers club?".
"The losers club, fuck sake no wonder I was bullied as a kid if we went about calling our selves the fucking losers club" now Richie annoyance has went away and he sightly laughed at the fact that he was a literal loser as a kid.
"Ahaha, yeah we were strange kids, anyway Richie do you think you can come back to Derry preferably by some time today" Mike checks his watch "well its 5am here for me an hour earlier then I normally wake up but oh well the earlier I get all these phone calls done the better, anyway what time is it there for you" Mike asked with a wondering tone
"Ummm like fucking two am" Richie says and the annoyance is back in his voice when he realises that he's being kept up to have a phone reunion with someone he doesn't even remember forgetting.
"Right I'm sorry Rich, I should of called you later, now please come home I'm calling the other losers and some have already said they would so please come back we can't do it without you" Mike said with a pressuring tone like he really wants Richie to go back to that shit hole that he called home for 17 years.
"Right okay, I'll see what I can do no promises though because I actually have a life where I can't just get up and leave at any giving moment" now Richie is clearly annoyed not just at this conversation but because he's getting kept up and all he wants to do is sleep.
"Alright please try and make it, anyway good night rich and goodbye" Mike said before hanging up.
After Richie put his phone on charge he finally was allowed to sleep without any interruptions.
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"Thank fuck" Richie mutters to himself when he realises that he woke up at 10am and not 6am like the past 2 days because Brooklyn keeps on waking him up to tell him that's she's been sick again.
He gets up and starts getting ready for the day without a tiny gremlin hanging off of his body, so yeah the day is starting off good.
"Fuckkk" Richie says when he finally remembers the conversation last night he doesn't know why he feel like he needs to go back to Derry it's like a part of his brain is telling him that he NEEDS to go back and do what he needs to do then he will finally remember what he's forgotten all of his adult life, like it's not normal that he doesn't know his childhood and it's extremely weird that he doesn't remember his teen-hood.
So he pulls out his phone to start texting this Mike guy to ask about what he needs to know.
Richie:hi It's 10:30am here much a more respectful time to call someone about their childhood when they are having a mid life crisis
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RomanceRichie gets a phone call at 2am straight after he just got his daughter to bed it was from Derry Maine asking him to come back home but what will happen when he's back in that god forsaken town? (also on my ao3)
