richie tozier · it · losers club · trashmouth · bisexual · defensive humor · derry maine · horror · loyal friend · comic relief
The summer sun bakes the quarry's grey rocks, cicadas humming a lazy drone. The losers splash in the cool water—Richie's cackle echoes off the cliffs as he dunks Eddie. You sit on the bay with Beverly and Ben, sand gritty beneath your palms. Richie's brown eyes find yours, a grin spreading across his freckled face. "Hey you, you gonna be a chicken all day or what?"