~FINN WOLFHARD & RICHIE TOZIER IMAGINES~

Richie Tozier~1

You and Richie Tozier had never gotten along. He was always bickering with you about stupid shit, and calling you names.

He never excepted you as one of the 'losers'. He said that you didn't fit in with them and you never would.

You couldn't understand why he didn't like you. You had never done anything to him. You were always nice, never called him names, and never made fun of him.

On the other hand that's all he did to you. He was never nice, called you mean names constantly, and always told you that you would never fit in.

Worst part was you liked him.

No matter how hard you tried to fight it or ignore your feeling for him you couldn't. You liked him and you couldn't stop.

It's like that metaphor 'I'm an addict and he's my drug'. No matter how rude he was to you, you still continued to like him. You just simply couldn't stop from his curls that shaped his face perfectly, and his big glasses that were always slightly sliding down his nose, and his facetious hummer. The feeling were there wether they were reciprocated or not was a different story.

As you were on your way to meet the rest of the losers on your bike you heard the sound of another bike behind you.

As you turned around you were meet with the face of Derrys very own Richie Tozier.

"Don't tell me your going to the barrens too" Richie yelled as he pedaled faster to match up with where your bike was.

"Sorry to tell you Richie but I am" you said as you pedaled faster hoping to reach the barrens as soon as possible so this conversation would be over.

"Why can't you make your own friends. Why do you have to take my friends. It's not like you fit in with us anyway" Richie said as he again pedaled faster to reach you once more.

"Richie I didn't steal your frien-"
"Oh but see that's were you're wrong. You did too steal my friends. Why can't you just leave me and MY friends alone. None of them even like you they just feel bad because you have no other friends."

You could hear the venom pour off his tongue as he spoke about how you didn't fit in with his group of friends, how you weren't 'one of them' and how you never would be, how he never liked you and no one else liked you they only felt bad for you, and how his friends were only hanging out with you out of pity.

Richies words never affected you but today he just seemed even more cruel then usual. As Richie continued to speak you could feel your self-esteem plummet. It felt like someone was digging into your heart in a slow and agonizing way.

You felt tears beginning to brim at your waterline. You knew if you were to ever cry in front of Richie you would be tortured about it until the end of time.

So as Richie continued to destroy your self-esteem with his harsh words you began to turn around on your bike.

You knew if you tried to speak you would begin to cry so you began to pedal in the opposite direction. And you almost made it if it weren't for the curious mind of Richie Tozier.

"Hey, where are you going?"

You felt the tears start to flow and without answering you began to pedal as fast as you could towards your own house.

Richie stoped his bike bewildered by the events that just happened. Richie didn't know if it was his fault that you had left but he sure as hell felt guilty or it.

Richie turned his bike around and began pedaling in the direction you had just gone. Richie was shocked by his own actions. He kept repeating in his head "what are you doing you hate her she doesn't even belong in your friend group."

Deep down Richie knew he actually didn't hate you. He liked you. He liked you a lot. But you were to good for him to good for the losers and to good for Derry. You deserved to be with someone that could give you everything you wanted. Richie knew he couldn't give you everything you would want. So he decided that if he pretended to hate you he would never have a chance to get to fully know you, to fall in love with you, to become fully immersed in your life.

As Richie continued to pedal towards your house he began to think about what he was even going to say once he got there.

But his time for thinking was cut short. Seeing that he was now stood in front of your house.

Richie got off his bike and watched it fall to the ground. He began taking baby steps towards your house knowing if he was the one to make you so upset you most likely wouldn't want to see him.

Richie noticed your bike laying in your front yard. The back wheel still spinning, meaning you had only just arrived back at your house.

As Richie climbed the stairs of your front porch slowly approaching your front door his heart began to beat louder and louder. His hands began to get clammy and start shaking.

Meanwhile you were stood in front of your bathroom mirror wondering why Richie hated you so much. Was it your hair, were you to fat, was it how you dressed.

Was Richie telling the truth were all the losers hanging out with you out of 'pity.'

As you stood in front of your bathroom mirror crying you heard a very light knock on your. Almost as if the person wasn't sure if they really wanted to knock.

Since you were the only one home you would have to go and answer the door.

You dried your face of your tears. Even though anyone would be able to tell you were crying. Whether it was from your bloodshot eyes or you red puffy cheeks.

You continued to make your way downstairs. As you reached the door you wiped your eyes one more time and began to open the door.

There in front of you stood the very person who had made you so upset about yourself Richie Tozier. The person who hated you so much for reasons you did not know.

You couldn't let Richie see you like this he would just make fun of you more for crying. As you began to close the door Richie quickly put his foot in between the door so that it wouldn't close.

"I'm sorry ok. I know I'm a asshole to you and I'm sorry"

You couldn't tell if Richie was serious or not. But you decide to reopen the door so that he could walk inside.

As you reopened the door Richie instantly stepped inside as if he was scared you were going to try and close it on him again.

"Richie why are you here"
"I'm here to apologize. I'm sorry I made you cry I'm sorry I'm such a dick but you know it's kinda your fault I'm such a dick"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. But then again what kind of apology were you expecting from Richie.

"That didn't come out right. What I meant was that I'm a dick to you because your just so annoyingly perfect. Your so nice to everyone, you can make anyone laugh, and the losers don't hang out with you out of pity they actually do like you and I-I like you too. Like I like you a lot and I know that you probably hate me because I'm such a asshole to you bu-"

You cut Richies rant off by kissing him. It was a short and sweet kiss but it was filled with fireworks.

You pulled away slowly your forehead resting on his and his hands resting on your cheeks.

"I like you too"