polaroid ▸ r. tozier

06

THIS CHAPTER IS SHIT SO IM RLY SORRY GUYS.

OK so I think that I'll somewhat follow the plot of It but I'll absolutely make things different. I have no plan and no idea what's gonna happen next (literally as im writing im trying to think of ideas), and the way the story is going now, I think it's best to make it my own using Stephen King's characters. But pretty please tell me what you think I should do; STICK TO THE ORIGINAL PLOT or USE BITS OF THE PLOT BUT MAKE IT OTHERWISE DIFFERENT. thx for the love guys xoxo.

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it was the middle of the night, and derry was pitch black apart from the twinkling stars and shining moon in the sky. it was well past the curfew, 10pm to be exact, and not a single soul was wondering the eerie streets of the lonely town. 

but a single light was on. the one belonging to (y/n)'s room, where she and richie were lounging around, cracking jokes and eating burgers.

"you tired (l/n)?" richie smirked when he saw her yawn. she scowled.

"not a chance. i'm usually up at this time anyways." she shrugged carelessly and took a large bite out of her burger. she was still trying to play it cool, somehow she hadn't come to terms with the fact that her crush was sitting on her bed right across from her.

a crush. that's what it is. fan-fucking-tastic.

"same. but usually i'm over at eddie's place in mrs k's bed." he grinned. (y/n) choked on her burger, causing richie to smirk.

"that's fucking disgusting richie!" she wrinkled her nose, a loud laugh passing her lips. she didn't notice the way he looked at her, eyes wide and bright, solely trained on the movement she made when she laughed. that was not the way a friend was supposed to look at another.

"well not as disgusting as your eating habits, do you always talk with your mouth full?" he quipped and the moment was gone.

"says you, trashmouth tozier." (y/n) snorted uncaringly, making a show of talking with her mouth full.

you must look so fucking stupid right now.

richie scrunched up his burger wrapper before grabbing hers and putting them in the bin.

(y/n) snatched her camera from the bedside table and starting fiddling with it. it had only been a day or two since she'd had some quality photography time, but it felt like an eternity. she usually went out everyday and got at least three shots. she sighed and placed it back on the bedside table carefully.

richie had been watching her carefully as he came back to sit next to her and then stopped, he'd been itching to ask about her obsession with the camera and hadn't gotten to yet.

"so what exactly is all of this?" he gestured to her polaroid filled walls. her eyes snapped to him and she shrugged. 

i seem to be doing quite a bit of that tonight.

"a hobby i guess. while you're at the arcade, i'm usually cycling around town taking photos." her eyes followed his every movement as he inspected photo after photo. 

"i like this one." he carefully peeled one off the wall and held it close to his eyes.

she knew what it was before he showed it to her, and not because she had the place of each photo memorized perfectly. 

it was a photo of a bike in the middle of a large patch of dry long grass. the bike was rusting in some places, the deep red tones stark against the silver metal of the rest of the bike and the yellow tinge of the looming long grass.