Sun and Moon - Richie Tozier

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   Before running out the door (y/n) checked her appearance in the mirror, the cracked glass distorting her face slightly before the obnoxious honk of Richie's old pick up truck sounded outside. As she opened the door a warm gust of air caught her off guard, her dress blowing up a little to her thighs. She heard Richie snicker from the drivers side at her.

"Thanks for the peep show, doll. But I'd rather you make it to the car first." He said, hitting against the side of the rusting car with a grin.

"Calm down, Tozier. As far as I'm concerned that's the closet thing you'll ever get to a peep show with me." She teased back at her friend as she got in the passenger seat.

As Richie shifted the truck into gear (y/n) looked out the dirty car window. The moon had begun to rise high into the sky, the occasional cloud passing over it and covering in darkness, only visible from the soft glow it emitted.

At one point she considered Richie Tozier as the sun to her moon, opposites pulling at each other endlessly in chaotic harmony. Two beings that were made for each other, forced each other into existence with the disappearance of the other. That's how it was for so long, the happy overly humorous boy with the bright shirts and the pessimistic girl with dark eyes and a heavy heart.

Originally they hadn't liked each other, so different and twisted, there was no reason why they should have liked each other. Richie would pull her hair, and she would chase him endlessly around the park, but that was only at first. As they grew the teasing continued, Richie's hair pulling advanced to being scared in the hallways; never knowing when Richie would jump out at her.

(y/n) chose a different route back then, one she deemed more productive in middle school. Insults. They were poorly thought out but she had thrived the day she coined the nickname Richie 'Trashmouth' Tozier, and to her delight it had stuck.

But as Richie looked at her now, taking his attention off the road to focus on the girl next to him, he realized how things had changed. It wasn't a happy story, about how they found themselves by finding each other. In reality it was because of a place people only thought of in nightmares, Neibolt.

The wicked house on Neibolt street had changed the losers, none of them for the best, but amidst the horror and chaos Richie had made his way to (y/n). He had found comfort in the dark side of the moon. His moon.

As Richie turned back to the road, (y/n) looked away from the moon above them and over at the boy beside her.

Despite the smile on her face she felt a sadness she only felt around Richie. He had been the sun and she had been the moon, two lovers stuck in an endless pattern, never to meet in the middle.

So why had they met in the middle?

She supposed the answer was simple; Richie Tozier wasn't the sun anymore, he was the moon. At Neibolt she had found him but she had also lost him. His bright sunny demeanor had switched, he had become melancholy. A distant shell of what he once was. Richie had turned into someone only (y/n) could recognize, and she only saw through the facade because she began to see herself.

She'd never tell him she knew. Richie had kept up the happy appearance for months after the trauma they'd experienced. It was obvious he had given up when he showed up to school one day dressed in all black with a split lip and bags under his eyes. The losers didn't even know he owned black clothes.

That was the day (y/n) became the sun.

Even though most times the smile on her face was fake and her laughs forced, she became something she wasn't so she could coexist with the boy she cared about. In a way it was poetic and heartfelt but it was their reality, but they had learned to live with it so they could live with each other.

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