A/N this is a request by @EvilPaper
90's Richie
No Ones POV
Richie was in a better mood than he was any other night and he didn't understand why, but he went with it anyway. His mood helped him with confidence and his performance was even better. He was so proud of himself with the audience cheering him on. He strutted back, as his good mood was still there. He was surrounded by paparazzi, crew members, producers and so he couldn't hear a thing, except for the phone that was behind him. He answered and said "Buona sera, yeah this is Richie Tozier who's this Elvis" Richie answer with a question still on edge of who this person really was. "Richie it's me Mike" The person on the phone responded "Who" "Mike Hanlon from Derry do you remember" "Sure i remember you pally" and suddenly everything came back to him, almost everything.
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It's hard to believe things when you're in denial but Richie knew what was coming and that he had to face it sooner or later. The memories of that wicked town drowned all of his thoughts. He became angry and started to argue with his producer. "Richie, what am i gonna tell them" His manager whined "Tell em what ever you have to tell them, i need a couple of days" Richie yelled at his manager. "Couple of days for what, the reunion of your cub scout pack in grovers corners, c'mon boy Rich what is it." His manager questioned. "A broad, the mob . . . A lady" Richie lifted his head up and went blank for only a second. A lady, yes it was a lady. He started to remembered the thing that he had forgotten the most. Alanie. He would always call her Laine for short.
He was deeply in love Laine, then things went down hill when he moved out of town and never saw her or his friends again. "I don't know what it is" Richie lied, he didn't want anyone finding out, especially since he just remembered her existence. "Now don't insult my intelligence" "I made a promise" "We've been through a lot together Rich" Richie put his sunglasses over his eyes to hide the disappointment in his managers face. Even though Richie was disappointed in himself.
Richie's manager strutts up the stairs and slams the door loudly as a sign of anger. "You're doing fine, you can handle this" Richie kept repeating to himself as if it would work. "No this can't be happening" Richie felt sick to his stomach when he remembered the encounters he had with IT. He rushed to the bathroom, he tried his best to remember everything, and eventually he did
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Lanie POV
"They felt it's breath hot and horrible against their faces" Bill was telling us some of his amazing stories again, always so creative. I was sitting down next to Stan as Bill kept telling his story. I zoned out for a bit, because I was looking at Richie's perfect features. I was blindly in love, actually i wasn't blindly, i knew exactly that I had feelings for him, but he wouldn't want me, I'm not the kinda girl who needs to be saved by romance, but yet I so desperately wanted it, that and i'm insanely nerdy, Richie even teases me about it."But at that moment, they released the stones and ran out of the cave, now they were back home but nothing could ever change the way they felt, they had learned to be strong together, they had beaten the dragon with their magic stones, and nothing would ever be the same again.
"You gotta write that one down Bill" Eddie said "That's my favourite" "Really excellent" Stan added. "Beautiful" Beverly complimented Bill. "You're gonna be a great writer one day Bill I know it" I said while Bill shook his head. "Yeah, Bill's gonna leave this one horse town, meet Sandra Dee and all the other babes in Hollywood" Richie joked while smiling up at Bill.
"Dream on Richie, I'm not sure I wanna go out of town" Bill said back "Why dude, I wanna be a train conductor and see the world" Eddie said "That's if your mum ever let's you cross the street" Richie said "I wanna be the first Rock N Roll singer from Derry, either that or an impressionist" "Your voices all sound the same Richie" Stan hit Richie with reality.
"Thanks a bunch professor, how about you Bev" Richie asked Beverly "A painter maybe, my dads been teaching me how to draw" "Fighter Pilot, when I'm old enough I'm gonna join the air force" Ben said "An ornithologist, I like cataloguing things and finding their logical order" "Lanie, what about you" Richie asked me with a wide grin on his face "Scientist" I immediately answered because it was my dream to be a scientist.
"Nerd alert" Richie tormented me. "Look who's talking you're the one who wears glasses" I snapped back. "Here they go again" Eddie complained. Me and Richie bickered back and forth until Stan yelled at us. "Guys seriously not know".
"Can I tell you guys something" Bill asked out of the blue. "If you guys laugh I'll never". We all shook our heads as Bill went on. "The other night in Georgie's Room" He was cut off by The Irish Derry police officer named Mr Nell. "What on earth oh for the love of mite, look at this mess the saints preserves" Officer Nell yelled from the the Bridge. "Officer Nell" Bill said. "Don't Officer Nell me your back fixing all the drains in town, who's brainstorm was this eh" Mr Nell interrogated. "I showed them how it's my fault" Ben admitted "It was my idea too" Bill said "Me too" Eddie then admitted "Yeah I was in on it too" Richie said after Eddie "Yeah and me" Stan said after Richie. "I suppose it was your ideas to little Missy" Officer Nell asked Beverly and I "Yes" "yeah it was". "Now listen to me all of you, there has been another murder, little Velma Daniels" Officer Nell stated "Velma Daniels" Beverly repeated "Her poor body was found by the cannel, so if you come down here to play come together like you are now understand." We all looked at the Officer with a blank expression. "That's means together all the time". We all nodded our heads. "Your hands on it" We all put our hands in the middle. I was right beside Richie when he gently pulled my hair. "Dork" Richie tormented. "Cutie" I mumbled under my breathe so he couldn't hear me. Luckily he didn't. Thank God.edit: grrrrrrrr i could have done so much better with this 😐
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~ It 1990 - 2017 ~
Fanfiction~ Requests Closed ~ It 1990 - 2017 ~ Preferences and Imagines (i made this when i was 15 sooo read at your own risk!)