Losers' Club //Richie Tozier//

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Sleeping has always been an issue: when Jess was born and cried at night, my night terrors, Mom and dad arguing with Isabelle, then the stupid clown, and now Isabelle herself.

Everyday the purple bags under my eyes seem to go a shade darker. It's not a flattering feature to have.

"Cole!" I heard my name being shouted.

I looked up and smiled slightly as I watched Greta walk out of the pharmacy, "Greta." I smiled, "haven't seen you in a while."

"I know. I've been thinking and I doubt the losers did this shit... what I'm trying to say is that I'm not scared of them anymore."

I nodded my head understanding, "yeah... well um I miss you guys... we need to do something soon."

"Oh my god! Sleepover!" She said as she jumped up and down.

I widened my eyes, "I- um... my dad doesn't let me go out often, let alone go to a sleepover."

"That's fine... we'll just have it at your house." She stated bluntly.

I was speechless as I watched her jump enthusiastically, "Well-"

"Great! We'll be at your house at 8:00pm." She said as she gave me a tight hug and walked away.

What the fuck just happened?

"Fuck." I muttered as I realized how screwed I was. I have to cancel my plans with Richie to have a sleepover and be extra careful with my words because god help me if something about those losers or Richie slip out. I'll be burying myself an entire mile underground.

I miss Greta and Sally, I really do. But I wish I could make them see that we've been completely wrong about Richie and the losers. I don't understand why she has this strong resentment towards them, but then again why did I? I don't think it was hate just boredom and the cruelty of doing it for fun.

Maybe I should take this opportunity and try to open their eyes. I'm going to drop hints about Richie and I'll see how they take it. They're not awful people they just make awful decisions,  everyone does...

I looked down as I thought long and hard about what to say in the sleepover.

"S-shit." Someone muttered as we crashed extreamly hard into each other.

I rubbed my head as I looked up, "oh." I said as I looked into Bill's green eyes, "um.. I'm sorry. I said as I looked away and entered the pharmacy without another second to spare, "Hi Mr. Keene." I smiled.

"Hi There Cole." He greeted as he watched me reach the counter.

"I'm here to pick up my mom's medication." I said politely.

"Of course, I'll be right back." He said with a creepy smile as he dissapeared.

I turned around at the feeling of being watched and glanced at Bill who quickly hid behind an aisle. I sighed as I walked over to him and watched as he pretended to be looking at a magazine.

"Are you spying on me?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side.

"W-what? Of c-c-course not." He said as he looked up from the magazine.

A small smile crept on my lips, "you're not very good at lying. If you need to ask or tell me something, don't spy on me, ask me directly. My bite isn't as painful as it used to be." I said before walking back to the counter.

"You're all set." Mr. Keene said as he handed me the paper bag.

"Have a great day." I said before walking out.

I began walking down the street when I heard someone running behind me, "I-i didn't mean to s-spy on you." Bill stuttered.

"Why were you doing it then?" I asked a I pressed the paper bag against my chest.

He walked along my side as he took in a deep breath, "t-th-theres so many thing I-I want to know." He stated.

I nodded my head, "Okay?" I questioned a bit confused, "about what?"

"You know Richie."

I nodded my head once again, "really good actually." I tried to say without a smile, "we became friends in the begging of summer and we've been hiding it." I said, "from Greta and Sally and well... you guys."

"W-we kind of noticed s-s-something was off with Ri-Richie." He said, "we d-didn't hang out as much."

"Well because he was with me." I said with a small smile, "It's one of those things that just happen and you don't know how." I explained briefly, "he basically passed by me while I was sitting alone and made a joke about my hair not knowing it was me... and it went on from there."

"S-sounds like Richie." He said with a small smile.

I cleared my throat as I prepared myself, "I want to say something." I said, "I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for 2nd grade, I'm sorry for calling you mean names, I'm sorry for punching you... I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I've realized my mistakes." I said quietly.

He gave me a small smile, "I f-forgive you." He said.

I let out a small breath, "I know you still probably don't like me but I didn't mean to say those things to you or your friends... well I did but um I regret it."

"I t-think They'll f-f-forgive you." He said, "they are really s-scared of you t-though." He said.

"I know." I sighed, "I really like Richie... and I'm not leaving his life anytime soon... well I hope not."

"I-if it makes y-you fee better... I-I like yo-you." He said with a warm smile. I smiled back as I looked away.

He was willing to forgive me... what about everyone else?

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