Mrs Trashmouth // Richie Tozier

Two

I peeled my eyes open, looking around my room for that fucking clown that was in my bathroom last night. Thank God, he was gone. That was terrifying.

I slid out of my bed, quickly making the bed as neat as I can. I take my white blanket with light pink stripes and tucked it over my white sheets, and I threw on the light pink pillow. I peer over to my closet, full of clothes that I wear often.

First, though, I go to my dresser and take out undergarments an put them on. Then, I skip over to my closet, looking for an outfit. I select my perfect outfit for the day (Above) and walk to the bathroom, cautiously.

Nothing. My hairbrush wasn't bloody, neither was the bathtub, and no damn clown.

I pick up my hairbrush and skip back to my bedroom, brushing out the few knots in the wavy brown hair, and throw it up into a messy ponytail. I grab a pair of socks and slide them on. I slip on the promise ring that I'd gotten from Henry five years ago, and I wear it every day. I apply a little bit of makeup (what Hen allows me to wear).

Before I go downstairs, I take my Chucks from beside the door. I pick them up and carry them downstairs.

I sit down at the kitchen table and put my shoes on. I was meeting with Beverly in an hour so we could hang out and go to the quarry.

I grab an apple and sit next to Henry, who's on the couch eating toast.

"Good morning, Henry," I say, biting into my apple.

"Morning. Where you off to in such a hurry, huh?" Henry says as I unzip my backpack and put my inhaler inside. I peer at the contents.

Tampons, money, sunglasses, inhaler, and chocolate bar.

"I'm hanging out with Beverly today. We're going to town." I say, zipping my bag back up.

Henry nods and continues with his toast.

"See you later, Henry," I say, getting up and starting towards the door.

"Be careful!"

I shut the door and walk down the steps. I pull over my bike and I sit down, putting my bag in the basket. I bike off to the ice cream shoppe and I see Beverly waiting.

We put our bikes on the rack and slip inside.

I order a strawberry ice cream, and Beverly gets a vanilla. We pay for our creamy goodness (sorry lol) and sit down.

"So, Bev," I say, licking my ice cream. "Do you have a crush on anybody?"

Bev chokes on her ice cream. "What? Why would you-"

I sigh, shaking my head. "I saw the way you looked at Bill, yesterday. In the alley. It's pretty fucking obvious."

A blush creeps on her cheeks. "So what? You like Richie."