it had rained that night so it would be dangerous to bike yet richie knew he would anyway.
he got ready like normal except today he kept the contacts in. he didn't want the weather fogging up his glasses.
richie hopped on his bike and started riding.
stanley, bill and ben caught up with rich.
on the next intersection bev and mike joined the biking gang, like normal except today bev tired to start a conversation.
"don't you think it's a little dangerous for us to be out here?" she questioned.
her long hair up in a ponytail and it was blowing strongly behind her in the dark-ish fog.
"yeah a little, but it's okay.." ben responded quietly his cheeks flushed red from the cold
"are you guys kidding! i guess you're jealous because danger is my middle name!" richie replied wide-mouthed with a smile
"jealous? you're joking." stanley rolled his eyes, smiling back.
"t-that's wro-ong, your middle n-name i-is-" bill started.
"shut up!" richie cut bill off. bill smirked.
"woah, trashmouth has a middle name?!" beverly teased "well now i need to know!"
"yeah c'mon richie, tell us!" stan bugged.
"i'd like to know as well." mike calmly added, giggling.
"no you don't! i don't even have one." richie yelled, he sped up to get away from the group.
when he was quite far from the group, the wind got harder as he pedaled faster and faster. the wet roads didn't add to the smoothness of the ride, quickly turning rocky and unstable. richie started shaking the handles to contain balance but failed.
his tire hit a rock and his bike popped up. with a yelp, he landed on his left hand and knee.
"OW FUCK FUCK FUCK SHITSHITSHIT!" richie screamed in pain.
bev stopped her bike short, almost sliding into richie. she hopped off bending down to richie.
"holy shit, are you okay?!" she yelled
the rest of the losers got off their bikes, stan stood his bike up on the kickstand.
"h-holy shh-shit richie. that looks b-bad." ben also bent down looking in his backpack for anything to help his friend.
"don't worry, i have some stuff in my backpack i think." mike pulled off his bag and rumbled through pulling out his clean gym shirt.
"does anybody have any water?" stan questioned as he took the shirt from mike.
"i do." ben pulled out a water bottle and poured it on richies hand to clean it, then poured it on richies knee. stan patted the shirt on the wounded boy.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck" richie continues to swear trying to lessen the pain.
bev was still at his side holding the bottom of his hand in the air.
"its okay r-rich, it d-doesn't l-look that bad." bill reassured with a smile.
richie smiles back.
"i told you guys, danger. it's my middle name."
the losers just laughed enjoying each other's presence well at least everyone but richie, he was still in immense pain.
they weren't that far from the school, closer than home. so richie decided to go to the school nurse.
she didn't do shit.
she just gave him an ice pack and some bandaids then let him rest for a bit. she never asked how it happened, just stared at her papers like the slouched woman she is. richie shoved his hands in his sweatshirts pockets and walked out grumpy.
it was the very end of 2nd period, richie just trotted on to his math class, he hadn't completed the homework.
when he got to class he saw the same brown haired boy sitting in the seat behind him. richie knee he HAD to talk to him.
i'm splitting this into two parts
i'll post pt 2 soonnnn
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