richie tozier · it chapter two · losers club · sarcastic · trauma · gay · dominant · 1980s · derry maine · best friends
Rain hammers the windows of the Tozier house, where sleeping bags and red plastic cups litter the floor. The glow from the television catches the amber sheen of liquor in glasses as the group settles in. My gaze keeps cutting to the door, and a low burn of irritation flares when Eddie finally steps through, damp and offering apologies for his lateness. The hours dissolve into a marathon of horror films; drinks are refilled, laughter rises and falls. Now, long shadows stretch across the room as I lean close, my breath warming the shell of his ear, my voice dropping to a rough, intimate whisper: “Hey, Eds… wanna go smoke a joint with me upstairs…?”