Forever a L.O.S.E.R. (Loser's Club x Reader)

~Chapter 2~

Y/N's P.O.V

I continued thinking to myself until the car came to a stop.

"We're here Y/N!" Aunt Maggie said excitedly. I smiled to myself as I saw the better Tozier family's house. It was exactly like how I remembered it. There were two stories to their house. It was small but not too small. There were a lot of windows on the house too. The front door was this neon green which was odd because it didn't match with the light brown paint job on the rest of the house.

This is good for you Y/N.  Your home town, your old school, and a new family.  I got out of the car and stepped straight into a puddle. Shit, I thought. It had obviously been raining earlier that day. I walked around to the back of the car with my newly soaked shoes and opened the trunk. I noticed Aunt Maggie walk across the street to talk to this old women on her porch that lived across the street. Her mailbox read "Kersh". I ignored them and started taking my bags out when I  realized much too late that I had pulled too hard.  I fell back into a big brown puddle while my bag exploded. My clothes flew through the air and went everywhere. I tried not to stay calm and not have a break down but it's hard when you have anger issues. Although anybody who walked passed me, could easily tell that I was frustrated. I whispered to myself, "Really Y/N! I mean why is this big ass puddle even-"

"Need some help, Princess" I heard a voice from behind me say. I turned around only to be squished in a bear hug.

"Richie" I said, a little surprised.

And just my luck, there he was. My annoying 14 year old twin cousin. Richie and I weren't exactly twins due to the fact that we obviously didn't have the same mother but, we were born on the same day in the same month and in the same year. I held on to his shoulders to get a good look at him. He was wearing huge glasses that magnified his eyes and the freckles underneath them. His thick dark brown curly hair was a mess today, I guessed that it was like this every day. He was wearing a yellow, blue, and green floral Hawaiian shirt with a Street Fighters pin on it. He was wearing beige Khaki shorts and worn out old sneakers. And of course, he had that signature stupid Richie Tozier grin on his face.

"Yeah, it's me, but don't faint because of my good looks Princess" Richie smiled and winked at me. I rolled my eyes and hugged him again. 

"I missed you Trashmouth" I said punching him in the shoulder.

"Ow, do you mind not fucking abusing me since you live here now, Y/N" he asked me with a fake look of pain on his face.

I laughed "It depends Tozier, can you help me pick up my stuff" I asked gesturing towards my sprawled out clothes on the ground.

"Hey, you're a Tozier too, asshole" he replied poking me in the cheek. 

"Yeah but I'm Little Tozier" I replied earning a chuckle from Richie.

Just then, Aunt Maggie came over whispering to herself. I only caught a little bit of what she said: "What a strange old women." I wondered what that lady must have said to make Aunt Maggie thinks she's weird, considering that she had Richie as a son. 

"Watch your language Richard! And what is this mess?" Aunt Maggie asked waking me out of my trance.

"I think Y/N's on crack mom" Richie answered.

"Richie I swear to god-"

"Oh look at you two, acting just like brother and sister again" Aunt Maggie said gushing. I mean she wasn't wrong. I had always considered Richie like  brother to me. I could tell Richie was about to make a crude remark when Aunt Maggie cut him off.

"Well, don't just stand there you two. Let's clean this up".

About 15 minutes later, Richie and I had walked all of my stuff up to my new room across from his.