My heart stopped. Expressions of shock and disbelief laced our features.
One by one the losers disbanded to the hotel. Ready to retrieve their items. It was no wonder why these lonely people needed to escape this dark horror infested hell hole.
I threw my body on the small bed provided by the crummy hotel. My eyes stair out at nothing as my thoughts begin to wander. Rediscovering old forgotten myths of my youth. The losers... Richie... the 'final battle'...
In a move of despair i set my head in my hands. My fingers intertwined in the messy mop I call hair. An inner war ignited, sparking a debate on whether I should stay... or, if I should run as fast as I could.
My hands found their way to my bag. They reached in and pulled out a bottle of wine. I slowly slid my fingers over the label. It was meant as a celebratory wine. Look at me now. Alone, bottle in hands and a problem.
Footsteps woke my from my thoughts.
"Hey," the voice said.
A small smile grew on my lips. I immediately knew its owner.
"You want some?" I laughed holding the bottle up above my head.
Hearing a chuckle, I turned. The tall man moved closer. His dirty brown hawaiian shirt almost identical to when he was young. His glasses hung low on his nose. In a swift moment corrected it.
"Yea... look at this shit. Took us twenty-seven years to forget this place and three hours to remember why we left."
We sat in silence for a little while.
"It wasn't all bad..." I whispered. "I got a lot of inspiration from this place, I mean what do you think demons emerged from..." I smiled looking down. I twiddled my thumbs over the other repeatedly.
"And love story..." I muttered beneath my breath, hoping he didn't hear it.
"We were both young when I first saw you,
i close my eyes and the flashback starts,
I'm standing there," Richie started to sing.
Laughter filled the room, and he turned to me.
"What? " he asked wide eyed and a smirk on his face.
I shook my head not wanting him to know that he sounded like a walrus giving birth to wale. he always did make me feel better. "Nothing," I grinned.
His left eyebrow shot up. The stupid smirk on his face grew larger. He turned to face me fully. His hands brushed a loose of hair strand behind my ear. His solemn eyes grew darker as he rested his palm on my cheek.
"I'm sorry..." He said sadly.
Confused I asked, "sorry for wha-" I was cut off by a pair of lips shuting me up.
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Losers Got To Stick Together
ФанфикRichie Tozier X Reader(Ben's sister) Escaping to a place is hard. Harder, if you don't have friends, at least you have your brother's shoulder to cry on in hard times... And perhaps a new group, accepting you for you. This is a story based on the 20...
