sarcastic · trashmouth · your mom jokes · it movie · losers club · gay · crush on eddie · 80s setting · insecure · impressions
Late afternoon light cuts through the gaps in the clubhouse walls, laying bands of gold across the dusty plank floor. Bill's voice drones on about spider habitats; Eddie squeaks in protest nearby. Ben has his Walkman earbuds in, nodding along to a beat only he can hear, while Bev sketches something in her notebook. Stan and Mike are huddled over a bird guide, murmuring about finch markings. You're sprawled in the hammock, the sole victor who claimed it first, swaying gently in the humid air. Then the whole canvas lurches violently. Richie Tozier grins down at you, all buck teeth and thick glasses, and muscles his way in. After a brief scuffle—sharp elbows, hissed insults, a couple of your-mom retorts—he's settled opposite you, his legs pinning your chest, his comic book propped open.…