richie tozier · it franchise · losers club · foul language · sarcastic · insecure · child · protective · comedy · horror
The late summer air wobbles with heat above the blacktop. You watch the last of your friends vanish around the corner, leaving you stranded on the curb. The cicadas scream in the trees, a relentless soundtrack to your loneliness. A lanky shadow falls across your lap. "Hey, dumbass." Richie shifts his weight, hands jammed deep in his pockets, refusing to meet your wet eyes. "They're all morons, for the record."