Hey guys! Author here. I have been sad ever since watching IT2 about reddie, so I decided to write about them. This takes place in 2019 btw, and all the losers are like 16-17!
Richie POV
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The insistent beeping of my alarm wakes me up. I grab my phone, turn it on and immediately regret it. The brightness is turned all the way up.
"Shit!" I cover my eyes and my fingers fumble around until the brightness is finally turned down. I check the time: 6:45am. Eh, I have time. I roll over and close my eyes, falling back asleep easily.
2 Hours Later
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit," I say, rummaging through my closet. I throw on a striped long-sleeved shirt and then a short-sleeved ACDC shirt over it. I grab a pair of black jeans and pull them on quickly, then grab white socks and my favorite black Vans. Of course, I overslept on the first day of junior year, just what I needed. I run my hand through my messy black curls a few times before exiting my room and running downstairs. I snatch an apple from the counter in the kitchen and then run outside and hop on my skateboard.
I arrive at school out of breath and a whopping 20 minutes late. I sprint inside, earning a dirty look from the curly-haired hall monitor. I wink at him and continue down the hallway, eventually skidding into my first class, English. The teacher and all the students look at me as I put my hands on my knees and breathe heavily.
"Nice of you to join us." The teacher says, looking down at her computer. "You're Mr. Tozier, I presume?" I nod, a grin spreading across my face. I make my way towards her, setting my skateboard down.
"I am terribly sorry for my lack of punctuality, madame, please forgive me," I say in a British accent, bowing deeply and kissing her hand. The class laughs. I am known for this kind of stuff, and I live for it. She rolls her eyes and then peeks down at her seating chart.
"You're next to Mr. Denbrough." I pick my board back up and make my way to the boy who smiles at me.
"Well well well, if it isn't Billiam! How was your summer?" I ask, and Bill looks at me nervously. He hesitates before answering, running a hand through his auburn hair.
"It w-was b- b- b- boring." He says, setting his head on his hand and sighing.
"Yeah, I can imagine it would be boring when you have no friends," I answered casually.
"H- hey! You d- d- don't have any fr- f - friends either!" He shoots back. I laugh.
"Touché" I look at him and realize he doesn't look happy, despite the smile on his face. There's sadness in his eyes. I decide to do something that I've never done before. "Well Billy, if that's the case, then I have a very interesting solution to our problem," I say, trying to sound confident but hearing the nervousness in my own voice. He looks at me.
"O- oh yeah? And wh-what's that?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow.
"We'll be friends so that the loner count in the world will go down by two!" I say, and then wince at how cringe the sentence sounded. I've never, ever, had friends. I've never needed them. At least, that's what I liked to tell myself. I nervously await his answer, and it doesn't take long until his eyes light up and a genuine smile spreads across his face.
"S- seriously?" He asks, and I nod. "Wh- what l- l- lunch do y- you have?" I pull out my schedule an peek down at it.
"Fifth period. You?" Bill pulls his schedule from his pocket and unfolds it. He smiles again.
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Denial ~ A Reddie Fanfic
Fanfiction"You're in denial, Richie Tozier. And just because you're too scared to admit it doesn't mean it'll just go away." ~ The Losers Club in highschool in 2019. What could possibly go wrong?
