Losers' Club //Richie Tozier//

🎈72. 🎈

I wiped my sweaty palms on my shirt as I walked closer to Richie. I offered him a small smile from a distance.

Earlier today I overheard the women who like to gossip in the salon, talking about a Maggie Tozier. Instantly I was hooked into the conversation. They talked about her 'problems' and being 'crazy'. The main point they made is that she's a danger to her son.

All the clues are there, they were clearly talking about Richie's Mom. But then again that's all it is, talk.

"Hey." I said quietly as i finally reached him.

"Let's go to the arcade and wait for the losers there." He said as he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

"Yeah... sounds good." I said as I licked my lips.

"You dyed your hair again." He said as he looked at my head.

I nodded my head and blinked slowly, "Isabelle took me." I said quietly, "listen Richie, I need to talk to you about something." I said as we began to walk towards the smelly arcade.

"Holy fuck! Look!" He shouted as he let go of my hand and ran over to the window of a comic book store, "the new comic book of the fucking year just came out!" He yelled as he jumped up and down like a child, which he is.

"Yeah cool... but I wanted to ask you-"

"Cole do you know how fucking amazing that is?! I have to buy it!" He said as he entered the store, leaving me behind with my words caught in my mouth.

I let out a sigh as I took a seat on the bench next to the entrance. He was too exited to even notice I wasn't behind him. Once he walked back out his eyes practically glowed like bright stars in a dark sky as he looked down at the comic book.

"Richie." I stated sternly.

He looked up, finally breaking the trance he was in, "oh... I thought you were right behind me." He said, "tell me this isn't cool?!"

"It's very cool." I said as I grabbed his shoulders and gave him a little shake, "we need to talk."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "okay but after we read the comic together, yeah?" He asked uninterested about what I had to say, "Come on." He said as he began to pull my arm in the direction of the bench.

"What is wrong with your mom?" I blurted out. He stopped pulling me and I felt his hand pull away from mine.

"What?" He asked as he turned around and parted his lips slightly.

I shouldn't have just asked him in that way but I need to know. I want to help him in any way possible but I can't if there's no communication.

I licked my lips, "You don't talk about her much... and there's something you should know." I started as I looked away for a second, "you're hand... I was at the hospital when you went to see Phoebe. I was hiding in the closet because I wasn't supposed to be there to begin with and I heard Phoebe mention your mom... I got scared because you were bleeding and I didn't know if she had done anything to you intentionally-"

"So what? You're spying on me now?" He asked in an angry tone as he completely turned to face me.

"No, but you never mention your mom and I heard some women talking about her-"