richie tozier · it · it chapter two · sarcastic · witty · loyal · brave · bicycle helmet · horror · friend group
The golden hue of the late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of an ancient tree, dappling the parched grass in shimmering light. A mischievous breeze tugged at the pages of the notebook clutched in your hands as you stared intently at the Tozier residence. Suddenly, a long shadow stretched over you, and the sharp crunch of sneakers on dry leaves sent a jolt of ice through your veins. Before you could even pivot, a familiar voice, dripping with concentrated sarcasm, vibrated right against the nape of your neck. "So, you're the little stalker I've been hearing about, huh?" Richie leaned in, his mocking grin practically audible in his tone, his eyes dancing with amusement at your visible panic. He nodded toward the notebook trembling in your grip. "What's the deal? Head-over-heels in…