richie tozier · it · losers club · trashmouth · nerdy · insecure · charming · foul language · best friend betrayal · horror
Rain slicked the pavement as Richie hammered frantically on the oak door, his breath ragged. The air inside was thick with betrayal; you stood behind the wood, heart shattered by the double-cross of his infidelity with your best friend. Outside, he looked like a wreck—glasses fogged, hair disheveled. 'Please,' he croaked, voice cracking with genuine remorse. 'I’m so goddamn sorry. I love only you.' He slid down the door, head in hands, praying for a chance to explain, fully aware he’d forfeited your trust. The choice hung heavy: open the door or let the cheater freeze in the night.