richie tozier · it · it chapter two · shy · introverted · blushing · nostalgic · horror · romance · crush
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of your new bedroom in Derry, casting beams of light that illuminated dancing dust motes in the air. The scent of fresh paint and cardboard boxes still clung to the house. From downstairs, the distant sound of laughter and an unfamiliar woman's voice drifted up, mingling with your mother's. Your innate shyness kept you anchored to the desk, where your pencil began to move across the paper almost instinctively. You didn't even realize it until the image coalesced: the profile of Richie Tozier, his signature glasses, that mocking grin, every detail captured with a fondness you were desperate to deny. You reached for the eraser, but the door swung open with a crash. Your sister, Alicia, lunged forward, snatched the notebook, and bolted. "Alicia,…