Mrs Trashmouth // Richie Tozier

Twelve

(got the song from polaroid pictures by @futureoleff go read it its rlly good and i cried)

play song now!!

It was the next day. The next day that I couldn't live without Henry in my head. I get that he was an asshole- but he was my brother. One of the only people that kept me running in this word. Everything was terrible.

I had no friends, we hardly had enough money to keep me and Henry fed. He kept a smile on my face, made me happy.

In those moments, I forgot the things he had done and I just wanted to be with him. Henry was such a nice brother. In my heart, he will be there.

I forgave Mike, of course, but it really is the worst. All of those times I cried in the corner of my room because I had been hurt by somebody, he would hold me.

Nobody could replace my brother. Ever. I remember, one time- Gretta Keene had pushed me down the stairs of the school and I was all cut up.

I fell to the ground, and I had scratches laid out all over my body. She snickered, kicked me, and left.

Somehow, I had mustered any strength and teetered home. The door was unlocked, and my father was on the recliner. I whimpered as I ran up to my bedroom. I slammed the door and slid down the wall.

Tears escaped my sore eyes. I can't do one thing right, no matter the situation. I hid my face in my hands, and sobs fell.

A light knock was heard, but without a response from me, my older brother Henry walked in, confused at the crying he'd heard.

His gaze shifted to the weak little girl in the corner. I looked up at him, tears staining my red cheeks.

He crouched down, and tucked my hair behind my ear. I looked away in shame. I was weak.

Henry turned my chin so I was looking at him. "It doesn't matter that you're crying. That you're weak right now- I don't care about that. It's just us, and there's no Gretta to judge you." Tears grew in his eyes and fell down his sweet cheeks. "I will always be here for you. Even after I die."

He wrapped his arms around me, and we both sat there sobbing. "I- I love you, Jacqueline. Don't ever forget that."

"H-Henry..." I hiccuped, realizing he was still here. After he died. "I miss you so much. Please, make sure I'm okay." I whispered, looking up towards the sky that rested above the field I was in. "You- you went too early. I wish you were here with me."

The clouds moved, revealing the warm sun that now shone over the field. I begin to sob. It was Henry. "Henry!" I scream, looking into the sky. I collapse into the grass, sobbing.

"I love you." I murmur into my palms.

"Jackie?" I hear a voice, and I look up. Richie. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." I stammer as I wipe my tears. "I'm okay, Rich."

He rushes over. "No, you're not. I heard you scream while I was gonna get a folder for school, and I was worried. What happened."

I shake my head. "Just thinking of..." I choke on my words as I talk. "H-Henry."

RIchie engulfs me in a hug. "I'm so sorry, Jack. We never meant for that to happen and-"

"It's okay, Richie." I grin, empathy practically spilling from the smile. I grab onto his hands as we separate from the hug.

That was the day I thought me and Richie would know each other forever. Be there for each other.

"It's all gonna be okay."

I continued to sob into Richie's shoulder for a few minutes, until he invited me to the diner. I agreed, and I hopped onto the back of his bike.

We pulled up in front of the diner, and we dismounted Richie's yellow bike. He casually threw it into the alley and interlocked our hands. His pale but warm hands felt good against my tan ones. I could tell Richie was smiling without looking at him.

We sit down a a booth and decide to only get a drink. Richie had requested a vanilla milkshake, but all I ordered was a water.

"Buzzkill." I heard Richie mutter. I shake my head and reach over the wooden table, resting my hand atop of his rested hand. He grinned more, but began to look down and blush.

"Hey, Jack." Richie looked up at me. "Did you know that beer contains female hormones?"

I chuckle. He continues with his lame joke.

"Because after I've had a few of them, I can't shut up and I can't drive, either!" I lightly slap his arm, and begin to laugh with him.

"I have one!" I cheer. He nods his head. "What does one joke say to the other?"

"What?" He says, sarcastically.

"I laugh you!"

He looks into my eyes. "I love you, too!"

He softly pressed his lips against mine, but only for a second. That second, however, was one of my favorite seconds. I could tell Richie was using his chapstick, because his lips were no longer chapped, but smooth, and tasting of cherries like always.

"You're a good kisser, Trash." I smile, as we retreat into our positions from before instead of leaning over the table.

He nods his head. "I get that a lot."

"I was your first kiss, Rich."

Richie shakes his head with a scoff. "You're kidding, right? I lost my virginity at 10."

"To who, Eddie's mom?"

"She was desperate." He winks.

I groan. "Seriously?"

"More serious than our relationship, sweet cheeks." Richie smirks.

"You're damn lucky that I really fucking like you, you know that?" I mutter, as he sips on his milkshake.

"Shit, dollface. I can't believe it. After dating me for- what? A few days? You're language is worse than before. Might as well call you Mrs. Trashmouth while you're at it."