Mrs Trashmouth // Richie Tozier

Ten

It had been a week after the whole clown thing, and was relaxing in my bedroom, packing my things up as I had nobody to stay with.

I dropped my bag with articles of clothing in it and skipped down to the kitchen. I ran to the phone that was attached to the wall and dialed Richie's house number. I rang for a good 4 rings until Mrs. Tozier answered in a slurred voice.

"Who the hell is this?"

I fumble on my words for a second, but respond. "I-Is Richie there?"

"Who cares? He's another asshole. Who's this?" She asks, angrily.

"I'm his friend, Jacqueline."

Loudly, I hear somebody talking in the background. Soon, Mrs. Tozier is yelling back. "Shut the hell up! I'm talking to some slut you know!"

Screams are heard and I hear Mrs. Tozier yell a "Fuck you!"

"J-Jack?" He whispers through the phone.

"Yeah, hey. I was going to ask if you wanted to- never mind." I sigh into the phone.

"What? What is it?" He asks. "I want to know!"

"Meet me at the diner in half an hour." And with that, I throw the phone onto the wall and run upstairs.

I look through my closet for something to wear, and find a pretty cute outfit. I was going to ask Richie if he wanted to go to my old tree house- live there, even. I had nobody, and social services can suck my ass. (outfit below)

I smack on my vanilla lip balm. I toss my house key into my backpack. I throw on my Chucks and take a brush through my hair extremely quick. I fiddle with the ring on my finger, remembering this summer. I double check for my inhaler and money, and throw on my bag I quickly spritz on my vanilla perfume and throw it into my bag, just like the rest of my things. I add in a few t-shirts and jeans, and undergarments and socks.

I zip my bag and check the time. It'd been 22 minutes.

I sit on my bike and begin to furiously pedal.

When I pull up outside of the diner, Richie's bike is already on the rack. I smile to myself and put my next to his. I step inside the diner and sit down with Richie.

"Hey, hot stuff." I sit across from him in the booth.

"Hey." I grin. His hand is resting on the table, so I reach over and grasp onto his soft hand.

He blushes, but laughs to hide it. "You smell like vanilla. Shocker."

"You worry me."

He smiles. "Yeah, my lips taste like cherries, though, if you wanted to, I don't know- taste them?"

I tilt my head. "Been there, done that."

The woman takes our order and we order two bottles of Coca-Cola. We smile at her and continue to talk.

"So, where are you staying, now that Henry and your father are-" Richie begins, but stops himself there.

"That's why I'm here, actually."

He lifts an eyebrow as the woman comes back with our Coke's and red and white striped paper straws. I put one in my bottle and one in the other. I sip on mine as I think.

"I was wondering- I have a tree house. Do you want to abandon ship and stay there with me? It's in Derry, so we will still be with the Losers."

He thinks for a second. "Okay, but I'll need to take some things from my house."

"I have most necessities there. Whenever my dad-" I stop myself. "When I was down, I would hang out up there. There's food and I was going to bring my brother's mattress because it's a queen and-"

Richie cuts me off with a light peck to the cheek. He nods his head.

"Man, you really love me, Rich." I breath, and he laughs. I take the glasses off of his face and slide them onto mine.

"What do you think?"

He smiles. "Man, you look really hot wearing my glasses. Try wearing my clothes- you know, actually, you'd look better with it all off." Richie winks.

"Soon enough." I mutter, a laugh in my voice. He nods his head, slyly.

We talk for a while, and Richie gets mushy and sappy about this summer.

"I really liked this summer, Jack." He smiles, as we walk out of the diner, hand in hand. "I got to meet you- I got to kiss you! And to think- three months I'd be staying as far as possible. I just wanted to ask if... um... you know- be my girlfriend or something? You don't have to I was just-"

"Yeah, Richie. I'll be your girlfriend." I smile, looking at the flustered boy.

"Does that mean I can kiss you, for real?"

I nod my head as we head over to the alley way where our bikes were thrown. Richie lightly pushes me against the brick wall of the alley, inches from my face. **sizzle siZZLE*

"Is this too much?" He asks, forehead against mine. I shake my head no and he presses his lips against mine. Cherry.

We stay like this for a minute or two. Not really making out, though, because it was slow and sweet. Our lips moved together and I could feel Richie really trying not to mess up.

"Relax." I say in between a kiss. "I don't care if you mess up a little. We're both new to kissing."

Rich nods his head and continues to kiss me. I put a hand through his mop of hair and I smile as he tenses up but relaxes immediately.

"Let's finish up later." (I know they're both 13, but I MEAN THIS SHIP IS CUTEE-- also SOMEBODY THOUGHT THAT I MEANT "FINISH UP" AS IN FUCK LATER JFC)

Richie agrees and we bike to his house. We drop out bikes outside and file into his room. He packs a bag of things he'd need, and we head over.

We trek up the ladder, and finally make it inside. It's really fucking cute.

Richie had helped me bring up the mattress, a few pillows, a blanket and sheet, my camera, and a radio.

We relax on the cute little bed we had set up and just lay with each other. Richie's arm is around me and there is no room in between us. My back is pressed up against his stomach, and I think we fall asleep like that, because I wake up and that's the position we're in.

I think I love Richie Tozier. What have I gotten myself into?

CUTE?? IDK BUT I LOVED IT THANKS FOR READING THIS CHAPTER

two more I think, more fluff in the last few chapters. NEXT CHAPTER IS THE "PROMISE" Scene and im lowkey planning it out already. love youuuuuuuuuuu!