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"Lemme see." I pleased as Richie obliged to my request and handed me his paper.
It's been a week and so far Richie's gotten two lists of different topics he could write about me. I have also gotten to know Richie a lot more. Here are the things that anyone should know about Richie Tozier:
1.) He one hit his head off of the corner of his coffee table when he was 3.
2.) his first cuss word was 'bitch' when he said to a lady at the grocery store at age 7.
3.) He wants to leave Derry when he gets older.
4.) He got his love of impersonations from his dad the dentist as he uses some of the voices in younger kids. He even uses Richie's impersonation.
5.) He thinks his mom hates him because he's a boy. I just think it's because mothers have better connections with daughters than sons.
6.)He likes my southern twang and has even tried to do an impression of it; it was horrific.
Over this time I had grown fond of the boy and his friend. I even gained an exciting lesson on aids from Eddie. I wasn't hanging around Peggy or Anna as much, they've been reeled in my the football team. I mean, I think they like it but I wonder what'll happen next year when we got to high school and the teams had older kids and it'll be bigger.
"You thought you said I talked funny?" I recalled a night where he had said that my accent was strange. It wasn't harsh, very subtle like a warm rain.
"It's grown on me." He shrugged as he looked out to the water. Richie wanted to I outside today and I suggested the park, he wanted to go to the Quarry, but since he is my little driver around here I let him take me to the Quarry.
"What about me, learn anything yet?" He said snatching my notebook off of my lap. He looked through the pages and nodded, "you like my teeth?" I forgot that after each topic I listed some thing I thought about them. One was about his buck teeth and I'd written how I thought they were sort of charming, they gave him character.
"Well," I looked around anywhere but at him, "they just suit you." I shrugged. I leaned back on my hands and felt the cooler wind on my skin. It's finally starting to feel like August.
"Wow," I heard his mutter and looked at him, he stopped looking at me and looked directly at the water, "Uh, the water looked pretty." He said a little flustered. I looked at it and smiled. I guess it was.
"I wanna know something I hate about Derry?" I asked him, he scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"What's not to hate, it sucks harder than Eddie's mom on a Friday night," I slapped his arm harshly, "alright what is it?"
"The lack of catfish," I told him and scooted a little closer towards him, "I used to go catfish middling at home and I could also cook enough for our whole neighborhood. But Derry isn't so bad."
