Philophobia // Reddie

six

"Holy shit" Richie sighed as he stood in front of the entrance to the school, Stan on one side of him, Beverly on the other. "What?" Stan replied. "I guess it's just kind of surreal. Getting a new start and all".

"You'll do just fine Rich" Stan reassured him. "Plus, you guys will have me to help you out"

"I guess it could be worse" Richie muttered, walking towards the doors. The three walked in and stood watching the crowds of students shuffle through the halls. Stan directed them to their lockers, which weren't too far from his own, and soon Bev hurried off to her first class. Stan had first-period Chemistry and didn't want to be late, which left Richie wandering the halls to find the room he needed to be in. 

Geez, why did I have to have Geometry for first period again?

Richie was just starting to trail off in his thoughts when he was knocked back onto the ground. His glasses flew off of his face and whoever had just run into him began to curse aloud. There was a small pill organizer on the ground, and what seemed to be its contents scattered on the floor from what Richie could see with his impaired vision.

"Fucking shit," the kid said, getting up off the ground and picking up each pill as Richie put his glasses back on and regain his composure. He began to help the frazzled boy pick up the pills, but he felt a joke coming on, and he just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Damn kid, are these all your birth control pills," he said, smirking.

The boy looked up at him, and Richie could've sworn he was dreaming.

Time can go by in an instant, but it sure can slow down too.

The boy had perfectly combed hair that matched his gorgeous light brown eyes. Freckles adorned his cheeks and the bridge of his nose almost perfectly, going beautifully with his rose-colored lips.

The thing that Richie hadn't noticed though, was that the lips were moving, and the boy was speaking to him.

"Hello?" he said waving his hand in Richie's face. "Are you listening to me?"

"Huh... um oh uh... sorry can you repeat that" Richie stumbled over his words.

"I said, watch where you're going" he repeated, sounding agitated.

"Oh, I'm uh... sorry I ran into y-" Richie began to apologize, but he was interrupted before he could even finish his sentence.

"Look, I don't have time to talk to people who can't even walk without running into anyone, so if you'll excuse me, I need to get to class."

The boy was short, but even shorter compared to Richie who was about 6 feet tall. Richie looked down at him, towering over the feisty kid.

"Maybe you should go to the nurse so you can get the stick out of your ass" he retaliated, laughing at his own joke.

"Fuck you" the boy replied, flipping Richie off as he put his pill organizer back in his fanny pack.

"How hard?"

"Eat shit"

The small boy just walked away, keeping his middle finger up in the air for Richie to see. He chuckled to himself and turned back around, walking to his class.

The bell rang.

Well shit. My first day and I'm already off to a bad start.

He eventually found his Geometry classroom, and he knocked on the door. A friendly looking face opened the door, and he gestured for Richie to enter.

He stood in front of the class, people stopping their noisy conversations to look at him. He felt quite awkward at that moment until the teacher broke the silence.

"You must be Mr. Tozier," he said as he reached out to shake his hand.

"Yes sir" Richie replied, wincing at the fact that he called him that, but nevertheless shaking his hand in return. "You can just call me Richie"

"My name is Mr. Wadders, nice to meet you" the teacher replied, turning towards the class. "This is Richie Tozier, he is our new student and I expect you all to help him learn the ropes here at Derry High. Now where to put him... oh, right over there Mr. Tozier"

Richie went and sat where Mr. Wadders had pointed, smiling at the boy next to him as the lesson began.

"Hi, I'm Mike," the boy said smiling back.

"Nice to meet you, Mike, I'm Richie, and you already knew that... Anyways, you can call me Rich or some people call me Trashmouth because I never stop talking, and it's usually trash talk but honestly, I don't get it that much and... I'm doing it right now aren't I?"

Mike chuckled and just patted Richie on the back. "You're good man. You're Stan's new foster brother right?"

"Yeah I am" Richie replied, "Do you know him?"

"Know him?" Mike laughed "I'm one of his best friends, but I am gonna kick his ass for not telling you about me"

"Stan has friends?" Richie said in an exaggerated expression.

"Yes, I guess I just assumed he told you guys about us"

"Us?" Richie sounded confused.

"Yea" Mike smiled "Me, Ben, Bill, Eddie, and of course Stan are all best friends. We kind of have our own club going on in a way, like the breakfast club or something"

"Well if Stanley Uris is in it, then it's more like the Losers Club," Richie said sarcastically.

"But aren't you part of the club by association now?"

Richie only laughed at that, turning to pay attention to the teacher so he wouldn't fall even more behind than he already was.

Maybe that doesn't sound too bad.

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Just a lil filler for yall since I'm an insomniac.

Not really but it feels like it

Hope you enjoyed it

Good night ma peeps❤❤❤