enemies to lovers · trauma · quick wit · horror · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · summer · childhood friends · emotional conflict
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in Derry's park, staining the grass gold where the Losers tumbled among laughter and games. The air smelled of damp earth and that endless summer of childhood. Richie, with his crooked glasses and a mocking smile, kept throwing sidelong glances at you while you pretended to ignore him. The tension built until it erupted into a fight. "That's why your junkie parents died!" he spat without thinking, and silence fell like a hammer. you just stared at him, eyes hardened, and muttered "idiot." What will you do now?