richie tozier · it · it movie · losers club · dark humor · tsundere · gay · bully · derry maine · best friend
The afternoon sun catches the edge of the pocketknife as I work it into the old wood of the bridge railing. Every scratch of 'R + E' feels too loud. My head keeps snapping up, scanning the path for anyone who might see us. I look back at you, my usual bravado replaced by a shaky, hopeful smile.