Finn Wolfhard Imagines

85 - iT 2

* If you guys haven't seen iT 2 then you probably won't understand this or if you don't want any spoilers, just skip this chapter. I legit watched it the day when it came out and wrote this the day it came out so it may not be the same word for word. love you guys x *

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"What's going on here?" Of course, of all voices, Henry Bower's voice is the one I hear out of everyone in the arcade.

"You didn't tell me this town was full of fairies," and that voice is new. I turn back and see a new face to Derry. Wait ... on second thoughts, Henry Bower's cousin? Urgh, always hated that family. A real pain in the ass.

"What? Tozier? You were trying to make a move at my cousin?" The entire arcade goes silent, all eyes on Bowers and Richie.

"W-What. I wasn't."

"Get out of here you fag!" Bower's demands that has Richie shaking in his pants.

Okay, me and Richie have always had our differences. We had a type of banter no one understood.

I sigh. He owes me big time. I face them, leaning against the arcade machine, "you're kidding, right? Tozier? A fag?" My face looking, what I hope to be, nothing but sass. Bowers' attention is now on me.

"What are you gonna do about it y/l/n?"

"I mean come on. Everyone in this town knows Richie's wang is the size of .. well," I eye Bower's from top to bottom and let out a chuckle, "bigger than yours at least, ain't that right Bowers?"

"Why you suddenly so interested in Tozier? Thought you hated him."

That was true. Kind of. I don't know. Was it?

I bite on my bottom lip and grab hold of Richie's hand. Should I? Shit.

I pull him towards me and pull our lips together. After a few seconds he kisses back and it was like nothing around us mattered. I didn't care about Bowers or anybody that saw us.

I pull back after what felt like ages and he springs forward, his eyes blinking rapidly.

"Babe, let's get out of here. I'm bored of the arcade already? The mood has ..." I look over at Bowers and his groupie gang, "I don't know ... gone rotten."

Taking initiative, I drag him out of the arcade.

"Y/N, what the hell was that?"

I stop in an alleyway three blocks down from the arcade long enough for Bowers not to come looking.

"I'm pretty sure the words are. Thank you Y/N. Oh, you're very welcome Tozier."

"Seriously...I thought you hated me."

"Well, I guess I don't hate you as much I thought I did," I confess.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Y/N ever since the 3rd grade you have rejected every single one of my confessions. You have always been disgusted by the idea of you and I even being together."

"Richie, I said I don't hate you. Doesn't mean I like you enough to want you as my boyfriend."

I turn my back on him, "you confuse me Y/N."

I sigh and face him once again, "what do you want me to say Richie? Yes, I hated you. You're always making jokes about your dick being huge and getting all these girls. You're infuriating at times, you make me go home pissed off after school," I take a deep breath in, an air of silence between us. I sigh for the 100th time, "but at the same time. You make me laugh like nobody else, you help me, protect me when you don't even realise it, I smile every time you ride by my house, my heart skips a beat when you take off those glasses of yours to clean them allowing me to see the real you. I'm scared Tozier cause everytime I become vulnerable in front of you gives you an opportunity to hurt me. I don't want to hurt, I'm done hurting. I don't hate you, I never did. I just had to make it seem like I did so you wouldn't get close and see how broken I was. But--"

He grabs my arm and pulls me into his embrace, tears running my face, "but you knew it didn't matter to me anyway cause I love you for who you are."