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richie woke up to the bright sun rays beaming through his window, causing the tall boy to groan and roll around. he fell onto the floor, pulling his blankets down with him. "fucking stupid blankets dibshit get the fuck off of me-" richie mumbled under his breath, kicking his feet before getting up and stomping into the bathroom. he turned on the shower, quickly getting in as he sighed once the cold water hit his warm skin. he smiled softly to himself, before realizing he completely forgot about going to breakfast with the losers. he quickly grabbed the bottle of shampoo, but it slipped out of his hands and fell straight on his foot.

"fuck!" he yelled out in pain, jumping back then hitting his back against the shower knob. he groaned then turned off the water, deciding he'd just shower later. the tall boy kicked the shampoo bottle before getting out, wrapping a towel around his lower half and making his way back into his bedroom.

"this is so fucking stupid why am i even going to this." richie mumbled under his breath, along with many other random things. he grabbed his big coke bottle glasses before turning to his closet. he put on black skinny jeans with rips in them, along with a white shirt and a pink hawaiian shirt not buttoned up.

he made his way downstairs, glaring at his brother that was sitting with his girlfriend before slipping on his shoes. "where are you goin ducky?" james grinned, watching as richie flipped him off. ducky was a nickname his older brother had given him when they were younger, richie was four and james was seven. the two boys and their parents were at the mall, sitting at a restaurant after a long day of shopping. and basically, to cut to the point, richie really wanted a rubber ducky that was on the kids menu and threw a fit about not getting it for months.

"i'm going to lunch with my friends, i'd invite you but you're gonna be busy having your tongue down izzy's throat all day so." richie grinned watching as izzy's eyebrows raised and james rolled his eyes. he waved goodbye at the couple and grabbed his backpack before walking outside, smiling at the smell fresh air.

he grabbed his walkman out of his backpack, putting on his headphones then putting in a tape called 'the loserrz! trashhmoth smells! <3 bevvy' along with dicks drawn all over it. he grinned as the music filled his eyes, he could really start dancing right then and there. he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he hummed quietly to the song, looking around at the yellow and red leaf colored trees.

this time of the year was always richie's favorite. when it's cold out but not winter cold yet, the leafs changing colors, everything being a hint of yellowish colored, he absolutely adored it.

he walked by a park, watching as little kids ran around playing tag, playing on the swings, playing on the jungle gym, god- richie really wished his childhood was like that. instead, his childhood is full of nights him and his brother sat huddled together at the top of the stairs watching their mom and dad fight.

he shook the memory away as he approached the diner, swinging open the door and spinning in. "miss marsh? mam?" richie spoke in a high pitched voice, running over to the group on his tippy toes while all of losers were drinking hot coco.

"richie. shut the fuck up and sit down." stan huffed, rolling his eyes at the annoying trashmouth. "stanley! that is no way to speak to your elders! learn some respect!" richie yelled in an accent, wrapping his arm around beverly's shoulders.

"waiter person! fetch me a water. chop chop!" richie clapped, grinning as bev rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and going into the kitchen since she worked at the dinner for extra cash.

"fuck you tozier." bev groaned as she handed richie a glass of water. richie bowed down to her, before sitting on top of her once she sat down. "richie! get the fuck off of me you smell like shit!" she yelled, pushing richie to the floor.

richie put a hand over his mouth, sighing dramatically. "ms marsh! how dare you! i'll make you smell something that smells like shit!" richie yelled getting up then farting towards the group.

"jesus fucking christ richie." stan shook his head, pinching his nose then climbing over bill to get out of the booth. "what kind of shit did you eat man?" mike coughed, shaking his head then following the rest of the losers out of the booth.

"i have a diet of m&ms and pop- but thanks." richie crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "someone must be putting something in your candy cause my god richie that smelt like fish or something." ben spoke, shaking his head.

richie grinned, fixing his glasses. "whatever, bev get me something good i'm fucking starving." he said, nodding towards the girl before sitting down in a new booth.