RICHIE TOZIER X OC -- STARTED: UNKNOWN COMPLETED: FEB 16TH, 2018 CHAPTERS: 1000-3000 words each
Jackie is none other than Henry Bowers little sister. Some funny business begins around Derry, Maine, and Jackie's beginning to notice IT. UNEDITED, SO F...
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of light knocking at my bedroom window. I get up and rub my eyes. I quickly fix my face and hair and open the window.
"Stanley? What are you doing here?" I say, looking at the panting boy.
"My house. 10 minutes." He says, in between breaths.
"Do you want to stay here, Stan?"
He shakes his head. "No, I have to go get Eddie as well. See you soon, Jack."
I get my hairbrush and brush through my hair. I put it in a bun and find another outfit for the days shenanigans. (Below)
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I skip down to the kitchen, and I drop a bottle of Coke inside.
"Bye, Henry!" I call from the front door.
I hear running. "Jack, wait up!" Henry says.
"Yeah?" I hum, zipping my bag shut.
"Where are you going?"
"Just B-Beverly's."
"Oh. Was that Beverly tapping on your window? I didn't realize she dyed her hair brown." Henry crosses his arms. "Are you hanging out with those Losers?"
"What if I am, Henry?"
"I don't want you becoming one of them, Jackie."
"Piss off, Henry. We're just hanging out."
"Yeah, if hanging out means sucking face."
I flip him off and walk out of the house. I pick up my bike and speed over to Stanley's.
I see the Losers sitting on Stan's porch. I'm so out of breath that I unzip my bag and grasp my inhaler. I shake it up and pump it into my lungs.
They all stop talking when they hear the hiss of my inhaler.
"Hey, Jack," Richie says, standing up. I walk over to him and hug him. Mike wolf whistles and I chuckle.
"Since when are you two dating?" Eddie asks, confused.
"We aren't dating," I say, releasing Richie. "I've had a bad morning.
Stan laughs. "What, Richie wasn't there to kiss you good morning?"
"Fuck off."
Richie leans over in my ear, whispering, "You're turning into a trashmouth, Jack."
I let a grin escape from my lips and nod. He elbows me in the shoulder.
"What'd you j-just say?" Bill inquires.
"He said my tits look nice," I say, cold.
They're all wide-eyed.
"So, why am I here?" I ask.
"It's Bev. She needs us at her apartment." Stan says, worriedly.
