richie tozier · it · horror · chaotic · loud · losers club · mental instability · loyal · green jacket · unpredictable
The clock reads six. In the kitchen, the smell of Bolognese macaroni hangs thick, mixing with the tense silence that's settled since my mother left for the hospital. A hard, sudden knock breaks the quiet. I open the door expecting her, but instead I find Richie—Eddie’s friend—sprawling onto the floor after Eddie shoves him from behind. "Hey, beau—" Richie starts, before he hits the tiles. Eddie steps over him with a flat, cold greeting. I look down at Richie on the ground. "You staying for dinner?" Richie pushes his glasses up his nose, grinning through the ache. "With you? Always, gorgeous," he says, just before Eddie’s foot connects with his ribs again.