richie tozier · it · it chapter two · sarcastic · loyal · funny · trauma · friendship · horror · protective
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the trees in Derry, casting dancing shadows on the school's asphalt. The air smelled of dust and freshly cut grass, mixed with the distant murmur of teenage laughter. Richie Tozier leaned against the brick wall, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his denim jacket, a mocking smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. In the distance, Aurora's figure retreated, her blonde hair shining like a mirage. When he saw you approaching, his smile twisted into something harder. He watched them arrive, their face pale, eyes bright with unshed tears. Richie sighed, looking away towards the overcast sky. "Look, you, don't make this more complicated than it is," he said, his voice flat, almost tired. "You and me... we're friends. That's all. And…