Shut Up, Tozier || R•T [✔]

Dead Kids on the Block

The kids pulled up to Ben's house, all dropping their bikes on the grass. Except for Stan, who feels the need to put up his kick-stand. Because you know, who has the time for scratches, duh.

Sam walked into the room, hugging herself. She had put her clothes back on, but convinced Richie to let her still wear the cover-up over her tee. She noticed Ben was panting and leaning against a door nervously, but she knew better than to confront him in front of the guys. No matter what it was, they wouldn't let him hear the end of it.

He seemed to realize she caught to his demeanor, seeing as he looked at her even more nervously than before. She just winked at him, smiling slightly when he visually settled.

After he calmed, as if on cue, Richie walked in. "Wow..."

"Cool huh?"

"No, no, nothing cool." Richie said, smirking. Sam rolled her eyes, averting her gaze around the room and tuning out the others as they continued to talk about dead kids in Derry. She walked over to Beverly, examining what she was looking at. Slowly Beverly turned to the door, pushing it closed slowly. The door made an annoying creak as a poster was revealed.

The poster was full of bright colors and teenage boys. It read "New Kids on the Block" near the upper right corner. Sam and Beverly smiled as Ben silently begged then to ignore it. Sam reached over slowly, pulling the door back to it's position of hiding the poster.

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Sam was riding her bike home, usually Richie would ride home with her (since the clown incident), but he had to help his mother with things. Something about a cat? She was still riding her bike, when she heard an unmistakable sound. The same gurgling sound that she had heard before.

Sam pushed her pedals back, halting the bike. She heard the gurgling sound again, but this time, words came with it.

"Sammy baby, come give Uncle Dan a hug." It spoke, barely understandable due to being drowned out by gargles. She looked in the direction of the voice. An extremely bloated man stood in the brush, acidic liquid pouring from his mouth and nose.

Sam couldn't breath, couldn't think. She didn't want to know what it was, but she knew all too well.

Everything went silent.

The birds stopped chirping.

Cars stopped humming.

Squirrels stopped rummaging.

It was complete silence.

Then it ran at her.

Sam screamed, fumbling with her bike pedals trying to move the bike.

It got closer and closer, running at a much higher speed than you would expect.

It was a mere 15 feet away when Sam finally got the bike to move.

The chain broke.

The chain broke on the bike from her stomping on the pedal too aggressively.

She refused to believe it, continuing to pedal, causing the bike to fall over. Sam flipped over onto her back, looking back at her uncle. But her uncle was no longer there. Richie was.

"Richie?" She choked out, her voice soft, barely above a whisper.

"Sam? What's wrong?" He said, concern in his voice. Sam felt the strong urge to stand up and run to him. But something was off. Scarily off. His voice was slightly distorted. She tried to tell herself it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but she couldn't. "Samantha?" He said again. And she heard it clear as day that time. That wasn't his voice.

Suddenly, Richie froze, his face went pale. He coughed, spewing blood onto the pavement in front of him. Sam covered her mouth as a gasp escaped her lips.

"Sam?" He choked out, falling to his knees, before his face met pavement. A pool of blood quickly forming around his body.

Sam shook her head vigorously. No. No this isn't happening. That's not Richie. It can't be.

"Sam?" Someone said, touching her shoulder. Sam let out a shriek and spun around. She saw Stan there, a scared look on his face. She spun her head back to Richie. He wasn't there. Her gaze shot back to Stan as she crawled backwards away from him.

"Sam, what's wrong, you look like you saw a ghost." Stan said, this time she listened. She didn't hear any falseness, any distortion. It was Stan's voice.

"What's my favorite color!" She shouted at him, tears running down her face without her realizing. Stan cocked an eyebrow.

"Yellow...?" He said carefully. Sam sighed. She stood up. "Are you feeling okay Sam?" Stan asked. walking at her a little too quickly for her liking.

She screamed.

Yep. She screamed.

Stan stumbled back. Looking at her with confusion clear in his features. "Sam, it's me, I don't know what happened, but I'm here okay?" He said. Sam could hear the comfort in his voice. She settled slightly.

"I-I'm sorry." She choked out.

"It's fine I think..." He said. "What happened?"

Images of Dan and Richie flashed before her. Making a sob escape her lips. Richie. She had to check on Richie.

"You don't have to talk about if you don't want to..." He said slowly. Sam nodded.

"I need you to bike me somewhere." She said softly. Stan didn't ask any questions, he just nodded, seeing the chain on her bike clearly no longer attached to the gear.

Sam was lucky that Stan's bike seat was slightly longer than a normal one. She sat on the front, her hands in her lap while Stan sat behind her, reaching around her to steer the bike.

"Where are we going exactly?" Stan asked carefully.

"Richie's." Was all she said, she felt Stan nod behind her.

Richie was sitting in his yard, blowing bubbles, because it's Richie. He saw Stan and Sam pull up, his arms around her. Richie scowled.

"What is this!?" He said annoyed. Stan stopped the bike, Sam immediately jumped off.

"Beep Beep Richie." She responded, jumping onto him in a hug. Richie was no longer jealous, her smiled into her hair.

"What is this for may I ask?"

"For being alive. I'm so glad you're not dead." She whispered into the crook of his neck.

"Um... You too?" He said awkwardly. Sam giggled, making Richie smile as he felt her breath on his skin. She wiggled down, pressing her feet to the ground and looking up at Richie.

She looked into his eyes, and something came over her. She had never realized how much she needed Richie. How much he meant to her.

"Richie." She whispered.

"Uh-huh?" He said smirking down at her.

"Kiss me. Right now. Kiss me."

Richie's smirk disappeared and his eyes widened.

"H-Huh?" He stuttered, Sam smiled at how his 'confident ladies man' vibe vanished in seconds.

"If you won't kiss me, I'll kiss you. And by what I heard at the quarry, you really don't like being showed up by a girl." She smirked. Richie gaped at her.

"Or you know, I could go kiss St-" She mocked, but was cut off by Richie's lips against her own.

"You are not allowed to kiss Stan." He mumbled into the kiss.

Sam broke the kiss for a second, smiling brightly, completely forgetting earlier's events.

"Shutup Tozier." She whispered with a smile as she connected their lips again.