𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, richie tozier

vii. ( ben's house )

.⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ MURDERED!

THE SEVEN KIDS all arrived at the hanscom residence. stella didn't know exactly why they were here but she didn't care at this point. she just stopped asking those type of questions after richie snapped at her for it the other day. maybe it was only because of what she asked and not the type of question, but stella didn't care enough to figure it out or even want to.

the group was now all scattered around in his room. stella was over where his bed was, sitting and staring at the floor while everyone else was looking around. of course she noticed the pictures on his wall, but she figured somebody else would ask him why it was there so she didn't say anything about it.

"wow," richie says sarcastically. "cool, huh?" ben asks, not realizing that he was being sarcastic. "no, nothing cool, actually." he says. ben's smile fell and he just took his attention off of him.

richie started to look around a bit more before spotting something that seemed to be the least of cool to him. "wait no, this is cool." ben turned back toward him with hope but deflated once again when he saw the look on richie's face. "oh wait, nevermind, no it's not."

richie saw stella staring at basically nothing instead of walking around and decided to ask her what happened at the quarry.

he looked at his friends before making his way over to the girl. she rose her head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "what happened?" he asked, curious about what had gone down while they weren't looking.

"what are you talking about?" stella was faking being oblivious, and richie obviously didn't fall for it as she hoped he would. "at the quarry, stupid. you left and came back crying," she only sighed in response, really not wanting to answer the boy. "i don't wanna talk about it, okay?" she brushed him off. "just tell me." he shrugged. really he didn't care, but he still asked because he was nosy and all.

she didn't reply to him. she only rolled her eyes and walked over to where everyone else was. she heard richie let out a groan before eventually following her and joining everyone else.

"what's that?" stan questioned, pointing to what seemed to be some kind of charter to stella. she wouldn't know though, it all looked like a bunch of mess to her.

"oh, well you see derry started off as a beaver hunting camp—" ben tried to explain, but was of course interrupted by richie.

"still is, am i right boys?!" richie cut the poor boy off, raising his hand for a high five from somebody. as usual, nobody gave him one. instead, stella jerked his hand down and glared at him.

"nobody thinks your funny, richard," stella said with an innocent smile before turning back to ben. "continue."

"ninety-one people had signed the charter for derry, but they all disappeared without a trace." ben continued, following the violent redheaded girl's order.

"all of them?" stella asked, noticing a familiar face in the background of the photo, causing her eyes to widen. ben nodded, confirming it.

richie opened his mouth to say something that was probably irrelevant and dumb so she was sure to be quick and cover his mouth. she slapped her hand over his mouth, and looked at ben, wanting him to finish.

"there were rumors of Indians, but no sign of attack. the only thing they found was a trail of bloody clothes leading up to the wellhouse." she uncovered richie's mouth now that ben was finally done with his explanation.

"you know, you could have just been nice and tell me to shut up," richie says, turning to stella. "but you wouldn't have actually shut up, so there's no point." stella shrugged at the boy. "but it would have been nicer." he says.

"who said I was nice?" she scoffed, looking around at everybody. "nobody, but still. If you had just said to sh—" stella slapped him for the second time this month. she was tired of his big mouth, so she decided to shut him up instead of telling him to. "there, you happy? that's my new tactic now."

"that was..." richie trailed off, looking at the group's wide-eyed faces. "hot." he finished. she glared at him. "go home, tozier."

"gladly!"

🍒, maybankz—
n/a

WRITTEN. unknown
EDITED. june 5, 2020