miller's; richie tozier x reader

10

y/n

it's been a couple weeks since march. we are halfway through april, being on its second week. surprisingly, richie hasn't pissed me off since the incident and we're back to our normal ways of talking.

"hey, buttercup. the losers are heading to the quarry today. wanna come with?" richie asks over the phone. "sure thing, pervert. tell bill to pick me up."

moments later, i open the door to see bill leaning on my porch. and of course, althea has come with too. "let's go," i smile at them.

i bike over there alongside silver. my parents recently got me a bike to help me get around easily. i almost couldn't keep up with bill, who was yelling "hi-yo silver, away!" as he went.

althea hugged him tighter so she wouldn't fall off. "bill, i can't keep up!" i laugh as the three of us bike towards the quarry.

when we got there, most of the losers were there except for mike. he arrived less than five minutes after. after stripping down, all the losers stood in a line (except for bill and althea. she got sick and bill decided to make sure she didn't feel alone) and we all debated on who jumped first. staring down at the distance from the cliff and the water, i got chills. fuck heights, dude. they fucking suck.

hand-in-hand, beverly jumps in with ingrid. then mike, ben, stan. eddie hesitantly jumped. that left richie and i. "you've never done this before, have you?" richie asked suspiciously.

"n-never," i stammer, still staring down at the distance i would have to be jumping. "i'll help you out." i thought he was about to push me when he held his hand out, i flinched. "take my hand," he suggested. while shaking, i took his hand. i felt safer when i held him. he counted from three and we jumped together. that was the best couple seconds of my life.

this was the day richie helped me overcome my fears.

looking around, stan and mike were splashing each other. eddie was swimming around the area. ben was finding ways to go underwater to grab rocks to throw to the other side. ingrid and beverly were making out. richie and i stood there for awhile. his hand found its way to mine again and we stared at each other for a couple minutes.

"hey, trashmouth! stop staring and kiss her for fuck's sake!" eddie yelled. richie rolled his eyes and let go of my hand.

we all played games and swam around together for at least two hours before we decided to go dry off at the cliff.

as we got there, bev and ingrid both dried off in the sun. i sat down with a towel around me. looking up, i follow everyone's gaze, they're all looking at bev and ingrid. of course, bill wasn't as he was trying to get his friend to drink her medicine.

"c-come on, d-drink it." bill tried to persuade her. his voice was drowned out by the music from the vhs being played. "b-babe, y-you w-won't throw up." he tried again. no one gave a shit about bill talking to althea, they were all staring at bev and ingrid.

even richie was staring! i felt a pang of jealousy hit me. it was stupid, really. he was staring at two females in a relationship, i had no reason to feel jealous. just as i stood up and walked away, i heard bev call them out. "we're gay, you boys do know that, right?!"

i sat beside althea and bill for awhile. watching as bill continued to force medicine down her throat by bribing her. "c-come on, i p-promised your parents t-to give you all your m-medicine."

"satan lives in that fluid," she pouted as he still held the spoon in front of her. "i'll w-work y-your miller's sh-shifts for the next month," he offered again. she immediately took the medicine and chugged down her water. "manipulation at its finest," stan commented, making the losers laugh.

still out of jealousy, i didn't talk to richie after that. towards four-thirty, the losers started leaving one by one, starting with eddie. stan left, then mike, then ben, then beverly, then ingrid. richie was waiting for me, though i didn't mind him. i was only talking to althea and bill about their adventures during their acadia trip. how georgie wouldn't stop smiling the entire time, how their parents got so drunk one night that they separated rooms from them.

"skinny-dipper, you coming or what?" richie grunted. "hm? no, you can go." richie groaned and left on his bike.

this now leaves bill, althea, and i. bill took the vhs that was left since richie took the boombox. it was bill's vhs anyway. "wh-we're ab-about to h-head back, w-wanna come with?" bill asked as he packed away the medicines and the vhs. "sh-shit, fuck." bill cussed out and frantically searched his backpack. "d-did your p-parents give you a-any of the pills?"

"nu-uh," she carelessly replied. "w-wuh-well remind them to l-let you take it." bill zipped up his backpack and put it on her. we proceeded to our bikes and separated when bill took turns into derry town to drop althea off at miller's. i sigh and get off my bike, leaving it in the yard.

today wasn't shitty.