The Daughter of Pennywise the Clown

Eleven

Ten years later (everyone is around 23 years old)

Carissa's POV.

I packed up all of my stuff from work, and began to go home. Mine and Richie's ten year anniversary of being together was today, and I was really happy to be going home to see him.

I got in my car, and Behan to drive home. I had a little bit of trouble getting there in time because of traffic.

Loving in Los Angeles was only horrible because of all the traffic. What makes the traffic bearable is knowing that everyday, I get to walk into one and Richie's house, and j get to see him.

I walked inside, and saw a whole bunch if little flowers in the floor. I immediately recognised them as Lillie's, my favorite flower, and saw a few white roses in the mix of them.

I followed them down the hall, and saw that they went into mine and Richie's bedroom.

I opened the door, and saw richie at the foot of the bed, holding a rose, dressed in a nice suit.

"Richie, w-what is this?" I asked.

I walked further in, and stood in front of him.

"Carissa, I have always loved you. You are the one true love that I have. You always make me feel better, you always make me laugh, and you have always cared for me. Now, I know that I suck at most things, like I did when we were kids, but j will never fail, at loving you. You are my soulmate, and I love you so much. You are beautiful, and smart and funny, and even when I act like the ass that I really am, you always forgive me. When I had the flu one time, you tool three days off of work to take care of me. That's why, I know that this was the right decision." he said.

I started to cry happy tears, and he got down on one knee.

"Rich-"

"Carissa Thompson, will you marry me?"

He opened a small box, and a beautiful diamond ring was inside of it.

"Yes." j said.

He put the ring on my hand, and stood up.

I jumped into him, and have him the biggest hug.

I pulled away, and my fave met his.

I crashed my lips into his, and he immediately started to kiss back.

"I love you too richie tozier." I said.

He smiled, and kissed me again.

One year later

I walked down the Isle, wearing my wedding dress, with my arm linked with Richie's father.

Because my father was absent, (and a demon clown form hell) I asked Richie's dad to take me down the Isle, and he obliged.

I saw richie at the end, in his black tuxedo, still wearing those big ass glasses of his. He didn't want to, but I asked him to where them.

His eyes locked with mine, and j big smile crept up on his face.

I got to the altar, and we began the ceremony.

At the end, I said, "I do."

"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." the priest said.

Richie leaned in, as did I, and our lips met, moving together in sync.

Everyone cheered, and we pulled away.

The happiest Day of my life, was when I became Carissa Tozier.

Richie and I never had any kids. We didn't think it'd be a good idea due to my ancestry.

I never regretted my decision to not have kids. Whether or not they got the right genes, I don't think j would've been cut out for it. I didn't have time, or patience. I was a doctor, and I wouldn't have time to go home to raise a kid, and save a man's life from heart failure.

Richie and I stayed in Los Angeles, and we were both very successful. He was a very well known disc jockey, and I was a very talented and smart doctor.

When It came back, we defeated it again, for the last time.

I knew, that marrying richie was the best choice of my life. He was an amazing person, and even though he couldn't cook for shit, he was a caring and honest person. He helped me as best he could, and I did the same for him. When he died, I didn't know if I could live with myself. He was the only thing j needed, and he was gone.

I died shortly after him. People though that it was depression die to his death, and maybe it was. All they know for a fact, is that my heart failed, and I died at home in my bed, crying.

Me and richie are young again, and we still love each other. I know that I love him won't all my heart, and I think that he loves me like that as well.

That is my love story, with the trash mouth, and I don't think it could get any better.

He is my second half, my soul mate, my richie tozier.