Summer-Richie Tozier x Reader

Dustin? Bill?-Chapter 19

Nancy made it to a closed convenience store, almost doing a doughnut in the parking lot.

"Damn, closed." Eddie said quietly.

"Seriously?" Richie asked him. Richie leaned over and picked up a rock, throwing it to the glass door. Everyone walked inside and Richie brought me to one of the Isles while Mike and El were in another as well as Beverly and Will.

"Okay, get her down." He set me down on the floor and sat next to me. "Lemme see." She said as she pulled up my pants enough to see the gash in the leg.

"Oh shit." Eddie said in disgust.

"What-what- Hey, what are you doing?" Max asked Nancy as she took out some rubbing alcohol.

"I'm cleaning the wound."

"No, first, we need to stop the bleeding." Eddie told her.

"Then clean-"

"Then disinfect-"

"Then bandage."

Eddie and Max told her like they were reading each other's minds.

"I skateboard. Trust me."

"And I'm a doctor."

"Here, Richie. Hold this." Max set a napkin over my wound. Richie reached for it and pressing hard, making me groan.

"Heard that before..." He said loudly enough for everyone to hear. Everyone's face when red.

"Keep the pressure on it, nice and firm, okay?"

"Heard that too." He laughed.

"Ugh. We need water, soap." Eddie told Nancy and Jonathan. They nodded and left to finish their task. Richie emptied his pockets that were full of random things like bubble gum, a pencil, tik take and those condoms Bill had given him.

"Oops." He said, putting them back. "Does any of this help?"

"No. Just keep pressure. We'll be right back." Max said grabbing Eddie's hand and bringing his to another aisle.

"Soo..." Richie said slowly. "Does it feel like your giving birth through your leg?" He asked genuinely curious as they gave him an evil stare, meaning no.

Max's POV:

Eddie and I went to go find a bowl and a washcloth in the cereal section.

"Bowl... Bowl...bowl..." Eddie said to himself. "Why wouldn't it be with the cereal? What else do you use a bowl for?"

"Soup, pasta, salad, fruit-"

"Okay, okay I get... It. Oh, shit." Eddie set his eyes on the fireworks display.

"Satan's baby. You ever shot one of these suckers?"

"Uh no?"

"Me either. My mom would never allow me."

"That doesn't look like a bowl."

"It's way better. There is a reason this warning label says '18 or older'. This sucker is filled with 150 grains of black powder. aka gunpowder. Strap two of these together, and it's bigger than an M-80. Five of them, we've got ourselves a stick of dynamite." Eddie seemed eccentric about it even though he got scared of a worm well he was here and nearly fainted.

"Eddie, you hate everything if it's even remotely associated with danger."

"I've loved fireworks since I was little but my mom never let me light one. So I studied. I studied all of them." He said happily.