⚠️bowers is just a warning on his own, slurs, mention of abuse⚠️
"Im borrrrrrrred" Richie groaned, dragging out the 'r'.
It was finally the start of winter break, and the losers were chilling in the clubhouse. Richie and Eddie were sitting in the hammock reading comics, Ben and Bev were sitting on the beanbag, Bev on Bens lap. Stan, Bill, and Mike sat on an old couch they found in the junkyard.
"Why don't we go hang out at the quarry?" Bev suggested.
"But it's so cooooooooold!" Richie whined, cuddling into Eddie.
"Will you stop whining?" Eddie grumbled, turning the page of his comic.
"Fine. Lets go to the quarry." Richie said, sitting up and putting on his shoes.
They all groaned a bit but got up, one by one leaving the clubhouse and grabbing their bikes.
"Bet you cant catch me!" Richie yelled, peddling in front if the losers.
They all raced down to the quarry, laughing when Richie almost didn't hit his brakes on time and almost biked off the cliff.
"Well what do we have here?" A menacing voice behind the losers said.
The losers turned around and saw Henry, Patrick, Victor and Belch standing behind them, an evil grin on each of their faces.
"Fuck off Bowers" Richie said, moving to stand protectively in front of his friends.
"What did you say Fag?" Henry asked, taking a step closer to Richie.
"I said, fuck. off." Richie spat, taking a step closer.
Henry punched Richie in the jaw, causing him to fall back into Bills arms.
"Don't you dare touch him!" Bev yelled, ready to punch Bowers.
"Or what? Whatchya gonna do slut?" Henry growled.
"Fucking call her that again and I'll beat the shit out of you Henry!" Richie yelled, ready to launch forward but was held back by Bill.
"Look at this, four eyes actually has some balls!" Belch laughed, pulling Richie out of Bills grip.
"FUCKING LEAVE US ALONE! DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM!" Eddie screamed, picking up a large sharp rock.
"Or what girly boy? You gonna smother us in bandages?" Patrick laughed, pushing him back.
Henry took out his pocket knife, lifting up Richies shirt as he squirmed in Belch's grip.
There were dark purple and blue bruises littered across Richies stomach, from the last beating from the bowers gang and from his father.
Before Henry could put the knife against Richies stomach, a rock hit him in the head and made him stumble back.
"ROCK WAR!" Richie shouted, breaking out of Belch's grip.
The losers all picked up rocks and threw them, making the bowers gang retreat.
The losers did a victory dance, laughing when seeing Henry stumble over his own feet while running away.
"Thank you for helping me guys" Richie said, embracing them in hugs.
"No problem Rich, were all losers, and we always fucking will be" Stan smiled, patting Richies back.
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Fanfiction"Richie, you need to stop letting bowers hurt you," "It wasn't bowers eds..." Richie Tozier. The kid who gets pushed around. The kid who only has one friend. Or so he thought....
