𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 | ͏r͏i͏c͏h͏i͏e ͏t͏o͏z͏i͏e͏r

―six

   Emily practically flew down the road on her dirtbike, the engine roaring as she hurried to the apartment complex that Beverly Marsh resided in. She had gotten a phone call from Richie nearly ten minutes ago, the Tozier boy explaining that Beverly had said she had an emergency and all the losers had to come to her apartment immediately.

   Of course, Emily's mind went flew to the worse possible scenario and so she dropped everything she was doing at that moment to go to Beverly's.

   By the time Emily pulled up to the apartments, the boys had just gotten there and Beverly had barely made it down the stairs. The gang looked up at the familiar sound of their older friend's dirt bike, the losers coming face to face with Emily who came to a screeching halt just next to them.

   "I got here as fast as possible, what's going on?" The crazy-haired brunette asked, her eyes alight with worry.

   For as long as she could remember, Emily never really had friends outside her brothers. Being friends with the losers was all new territory, and she did not intend to lose any of them for any reason. Turning off the engine to her dirt bike, Emily shoved the key in her back pocket, not bothering to put it on its kickstand as she allowed it to fall to the dusty ground.

   "Are you trying to give me a boner, hot stuff?" She heard Richie mumble, something they all ignored; though a hint of a smile ghosted over Emily's lips at the words.

    After dinner last night, Emily hung out with Richie in the living room, both of them using that time to get to know a little more about each other. Richie was now able to say with confidence that Emily held a burning hate for marshmallows and a passionate love for double bacon cheeseburgers.

   Emily herself was able to say that Richie Tozier loved to do impressions and absolutely loathed anything to do with clowns.

   However, one thing that both of them were more than happy to agree with was that, in their opinion, classic rock was the best music of all time. Surprisingly, they found out that their music taste was nearly identical, the two talking about artists such as Lynard Skynard and AC/DC for hours.

   And after, Richie had suggested that they watch the Breakfast Club, only for the two young teenagers to make fun of the entire thing, claiming that it was the worst movie ever created. Of course, at the time they did not know this movie would become one of the most well-known and loved movies in the history of film.

   But to them, it would always be the first movie they ever watched together, and ultimately the movie they watched when they felt like hating on something.

   Once the movie was over, it was already midnight and Emily was forced to go back to the Derry Townhouse. Although, Richie was quite adamant of trying to convince her to have a sleepover with him, not that it worked as Emily had to get back to her room to start working on her case.

   "I need to show you all something," Beverly spoke to them all, the boys quickly dropping their bicycles next to Emily's dirt bike.

   Eddie rose a brow in confusion, looking to the short-haired redhead in concern. "What is it?" He asked.

   "More than what we saw at the quarry? I would love to see everything that's hiding underneath that flannel and those jeans, perky-tits." Richie said loudly, Emily sighing as the last part was directed at her and she knew it.

   Despite their fun last night, it only pushed Richie to try so much harder for her as he was now convinced that they were made for each other. And if Emily was being honest with herself, no guy other than Richie had ever been able to make her feel the things she felt, so she was not that opposed to the idea of actually being 'soulmates' (as he puts it) with him.