miller's; richie tozier x reader

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y/n

ah, the wonderful halls of hell that belonged to derry high and middle school. children's body odor flooding your nose as hormones rush through them in a hustle to get home.

then, i saw him. richard "richie" tozier. infamously known as trashmouth tozier. i hate that chopstick looking ass. all he does is talk and talk. sadly, we're in the same peer group.

"oh, look! it's the four-eyed pervert!!" i yelled at him.

"oh, look! it's the skinny-dipper!!" he mocked at me while the rest of our friends roll their eyes. i could hear them silently muttering shut up, richie's and not this shit again's.

he had based that nickname on a rumor about me skinny-dipping in the quarry. it obviously never happened. but richie insisted on calling me that.

"how's my favorite pervert doing?" i walked over and lightly punched his arm. "terrible now that you're in my line of sight. how are you, shortstack?" he winked as he ruffled my hair.

"i'm doing amazing, thanks," i pause to look at stan. he's my best friend and he hangs out with me every wednesday instead of with the losers, "stan? ready to go?"

"hm? uh.. yeah. bill's joining us this week." he explained as richie and eddie look at them in utter disgust.

"really, big bill? not only are we losing stan the man every wednesday, but now you, too?!" richie exclaimed as he leaned on the lockers. "thanks for leaving us and ben to be third wheels to ingrid and beverly." ingrid was one of my friends other than althea, they're two other girls in the losers' club other than bev.

"jeez, bill! you're even leaving your girlfriend!" richie teased. "sh-shu-she's not my g-girlfriend."

"see ya, trashmouth." i wave and leave with bill and stan, hearing richie yell, "later, skinny-dipper!"

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"stan, we told you to get all the ice cream in cones!" i complained to the curly haired jew. "y-yuh-yeah, s-stan. b-but i guess i-it's o-okay," bill smiled.

"i'm saving us some calories and i'm saving my money so shut the fuck up," stan rolled his eyes as we all ate in our booth at the ice cream parlor.

"s-so... y-yuh-you and r-richie, huh?" bill stuttered out with a chuckle as he scooped another spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream and shoved it into his mouth.

"i hate that four-eyed kid! all he does is talk and talk and i despise him! plus, you can't speak because you and althea got a thing going on." i poke at my ice cream for another spoonful as bill rolls his eyes and sports a smug smile.

"you two have so much alike, though, in most interests from music to comics and even in your favorite game to play at the arcade!"

"y-y/n s-stopped playing s-suh-street fighter a-after she f-fuh-found out th-that richie plays it, kuh-keep up w-with y/n/n news, s-stanley." bill joked. he wasn't wrong. i did stop after i found out that richie played it too. i didn't know if stan was right about our interests. we couldn't be that alike, we'd practically be dating right now if that was the case!

"whatever, bill," stan rolled his eyes and slumped into his seat after another bite of his vanilla ice cream.

what stan said about music reminded me that i needed to go to the local music store for a new vinyl i wanted. i pushed that thought aside and continued talking and eating with my two best friends.