𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, richie tozier

iv. ( the pharmacy )

.⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ MURDERED!

STELLA OPALIA RODE her bike to the pharmacy. she had no idea why she was there, but she decided that it was a good idea to get out of the house and prepare herself for the long summer ahead of her.

she wasn't exactly buying anything specific, but she still brought a decent amount of money if she spotted anything she wanted.

in this case, the money did come in handy. stella bought a chocolate bar but she used all of the money that she had. as she paid for the chocolate bar, she began to turn away with the creepy man's eyes lingering on her.

he always had creeped the girl out and was pretty sure if he had the chance to rape her, he would. stella walked through a random aisle to get back to the front entrance when she's met with the losers club, excluding richie.

she simply pushed past them as they were counting money, causing them to stumble a bit and glance at her. she could care less about what they now thought of her and that she just shoved them out of her way.

stella made her way outside with the feeling of their eyes on her as she walked out of the store. she spotted an alleyway where she thought would be a nice place to sit down for a bit before she goes back home for the next six weeks.

stella recognized a boy who she supposed was new and richie. the boy was sitting on boxes and he was bleeding out of his stomach. she immediately felt bad for the poor guy so she went over to the pair, pushing richie away and taking his spot next to him.

"what the hell?" richie asked, throwing his arms up in the air. stella ignored him and instead turned all of her attention onto the new kid. "are you okay?" she asked him, genuinely worried.

"i'm fine, thanks," ben assured her. "good. do you need help with that cut? i'm sure trashmouth here is no help." she nodded her head richie's way.

"i'm already getting help. they're in the store now, actually." ben informed the ginger. stella pursed her lips together, piecing together why richie was standing next to ben and why eddie had so many medical supplies.

"wow, good luck." she stands up and put on a small smile. "i'm stella opalia, by the way."

"ben hanscom. i'm new if you couldn't tell." stella chuckled. "got it, hanscom." just as she said that, the rest of the losers club came rushing over to where the three stood. eddie started to fix ben up as stella only watched. of course, there was also richie pestering eddie.

"oh my gosh, ben from soc?" a familiar voice rang through their ears. their heads all shoot towards beverly as she walked over to the group.

"are you okay? what happened to you?" beverly asked. "i'm fine, i just fell." he partially lied. it was true, he did fall but that's not the reason he was bleeding all over the place.

"yeah, right into bowers." richie snorts, causing everybody to just glare at him. "you sure they got the... right stuff to fix you up?" she referenced, sending a wink at the boy.

stella slightly smiled at this, she could see the small connection from a mile away. it was obvious he liked her. "he's fine, we'll help him," stan tells her, and she nods.

beverly started to walk away but stopped when hill called her name. "w-wait! do you w-w-wanna come to the q-quarry with us t-t-tomorrow?" bill asked her.

"i might." she answered before walking off. stella sighed, scanning everyone's face. once she realized that she wasn't going to be invited, she just got up and began walking away.

"stella," stan stopped her, and she turned around with disappointment in her eyes. she didn't know if she even wanted to go but she still at least wanted to know if they still wanted to be her friend and invite her.

"yeah?" stella asked.

"do you wanna come too?" he offered, and she opened her mouth to reply when richie decided to speak up. "are you serious?" richie questioned.

stella glared at him and looked back down. "whatever." she mumbled before walking away for what she hoped would be her last time.

"look what you did, richie. again!" she heard eddie complain, and she also heard the group groan in annoyance.

at least some of them cared.

🍒, maybankz—
n/a

WRITTEN. unknown
EDITED. june 5, 2020