Kind of changing it up a bit, this chapter is going to be in Richie (Mike's twin from IT ) POV. Enjoy this one shot!
Warning: a little bit of homophobia
In which, there are rumors that Will and Richie have been sleeping together, but they are fake.
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When Richie Wheeler heard the rumors the first time, he thought The Losers were just messing around with him. It was Eddie who had come to him one morning, a frown etched onto his pale face.
"Thought you'd at least tell your best friend Trashmouth." He said, quietly, walking off before Richie could ask what on Earth he was on about.
Through out the morning, various people gave him horrified looks, some thumped him on the back as if he had just scored the winning point for a football game, one person had wolf-whistled his way, and one person had earned a punch in the face after they had called Richie a fag. The last one had earned Richie himself a detention after school.
At first, Richie had thought nothing of all these unexpected reactions people had given him. He was seen as the Trashmouth, who everyone avoided (not including The Losers or any of his twin brother Mike's friends), but when he went to sit at his usual lunch table with his friends, he could feel the tension straight away.
"All right, what the fuck is going on?" he questioned, exasperated. He dropped the Scottish accent,after failing to lift the frowns on his friends' faces.
"We just, you uh... why didn't you tell us you were close with Will?" Stan asked, picking at one of his chips.
"Will... Will Byers?" Richie, peering behind him. He spotted the table where Mike's friends were but he couldn't find Will. "I'm not... not that close to him."
"Are you... are you sure Richie?" Eddie asked gently, his frowning eyes from this morning replaced with calm, almost sympathetic ones. "It's ok if you and Will are together."
"Together?!" Richie spluttered. What the fuck? "What makes you think we're together?!" Richie tried to hide the obvious blush on his cheeks, but he could tell how red he was going.
"Really?" The Loser's seemed surprise. "We thought you were..."
"Well you thought wrong!" Richie snapped. Realisation dawned on him. "Does- does everyone think Will's my boyfriend?" He asked, suddenly.
"Richie..." Ben sighed.
"Oh god." Richie spoke, quietly. "Oh god." Tears threatened to run down his face.
"Hey, Rich, it's ok. It was just a stupid rumor." Bev said, trying to calm the raven-haired boy down.
"No, Bev! It's not just a rumor!" Richie cried. "Somebody... somebody called me a fag today."
The Loser's tried to calm him down, but with no such luck. "Sorry, we believed the rumors Rich..." Eddie spoke, softly. Richie nodded, cleaning his dirty glasses. He looked behind him again.
Richie got up. "Don't wait for me guys, I've got to sort some things out before my next lesson." And he walked off before any of them could protest.
Richie reached The Party's table, all of them giving him awkward glances. He ignored them and focused on his brother. "Where's Will?" He asked.
"Why?" Mike glared. "What do you want from him?"
"Nothing Mike." He sighed, exasperated. "Thanks for the help." He muttered beginning to walk away. He stopped when he heard his name.
