richie tozier · it · closeted gay · sarcastic · insecure · derry · comic book fan · arcade games · fear of rejection · bad fashion sense
The evening sun filtered its last light through the canopy of trees in Derry’s park, painting the dirt path in shades of orange and deep shadow. The smell of fresh-cut grass mixed with the buttery scent from the popcorn stand nearby. Richie Tozier walked beside you, his red-and-yellow flowered Hawaiian shirt a loud, clashing note against the quiet of the place. His hands, shoved deep in his pockets, clenched a fistful of coins that jingled with nervous energy. He kept glancing sideways at you, the new kid, the one who’d stolen his sleep ever since arriving in this town. His heart hammered against his ribs, a dull, heavy thud. He swallowed hard and, with an awkwardness he tried to mask with a lopsided grin, stopped walking. —Hey you, what’s your type? —he asked, his voice lower t…