Man, y'all not gonna help a girl out and tell her she's been putting 2018 instead of 2017 like the beginning of the story for the last two chapters? Or did you guys just not question the time jump that wasn't supposed to happen? XD I'm sitting over here writing this chapter like "How old even are they" and I go back and look at last chapter to see the date (cause they were all born in 2001 in this and I'm bad at math sometimes don't question it) and I know they're supposed to be like 16 or going on 16 and I see 2018 and I'm like? Did I miss something here? They're not 17!
In conclusion, I'm so used to writing 2018 in other stories that I did it in this one but it starts off in 2017 THEN goes into the New Year, so sorry about that mistake guys!
Anyways, very soon, a certain mullet wearing asshole is, well, an asshole.
P.S. This chapter is not what I originally expected it to be but I hope you enjoy.
Shit happens next chapter, enjoy this cliffhanger.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Code Ricard
Bill added Bev, Ben and 3 others to the chat
(7:28 PM) Eddie- Bill you spelled Richard wrong
(7:28) Bill- idc it'll be fine
(7:29) Bill- it's not like he's gonna know
(7:29) Ben- what even is the chat name? Code Richard? Elaborate pls
(7:30) Stan- Bev do you know when Maggie and Richie's next mother son day thing is?
(7:31) Bev- Maggie said Saturday, why?
(7:32) Bill- we need to have a meeting that day, clear all your plans. We're worried about mr. tozier.
(7:34) Mike- Oh thank god I'm not the only one that's noticed
(7:34) Eddie- Please I keep asking him what's wrong and he Won't tell Me. It's annoying me!
(7:35) Ben- Bev you live with him has he talked to you about anything?
(7:35) Stan- And does he act like normal at home or does he act like he does around us?
(7:37) Bev- I mean… we still joke around like we used to, maybe not as much... He doesn't call m any weird nicknames anymore or raunchy jokes (though that's cause they might adopt me idk) and he doesn't swear in front of his parents or me as much anymore. He wears those crazy shirts on the weekends but that's about it.
(7:38) Stan- So it isn't just us he's changed around, then.
(7:38) Mike- he actually raises his hand and answers/asks questions in our classes together and tbh it scares me cause he never used to do that.
(7:39) Bill- Stan thinks/thought that it might just be Richie "maturing" but idk. I honestly don't think Richie maturing is him acting like this
(7:40) Eddie- Richie maturing is like him wearing shoes that match his wild shirts instead of completely opposite colors/patterns
(7:41) Ben- Richie maturing is him getting in a relationship and stopping telling us about his non-existant sex life.
(7:41) Bev- sksksksk BEN
(7:42) Bill- he's not wrong
(7:53) Stan- Also, thanks for taking almost a week for making the group chat, Bill -_- (7:54) Bill- Stan it's been 4 days
(7:54) Stan- It feels longer. I'm WORRIED.
Saturday, December 16, 2017
It may not seem like it, but Stan Uris is worried about Richie Tozier. Honestly, truly, worried. Weird, right? Well, it's true, and Stan has always worried about his best friend- they're practically brothers. At least, that's how Stan felt when it came to Richie, and vice versa, but lately, he wasn't so sure Richie felt the same. The only reason he "disagreed" with Bill at all was because he didn't want to admit that he was wrong, being the stubborn sixteen year old he is.
Stan knows- hell, the rest of the group know- how closed off Richie is when it comes to feelings. They've never seen him cry and yet he's seen them all cry multiple times for many different reasons. Even when they were younger, the kid would run into a wall and nearly bust his head open but he wouldn't shed a tear.
Maybe not in front of us, Stan thinks as he stared at the door of the restaurant in front of him. He's definitely hiding something from us. Is it that bad that he can't tell us? Does he not trust us?
He jumped at the loud smack on his window and looked to see Eddie standing there with a frown.
"We've been waiting for you to come inside for ten minutes. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was lost in thought." Eddie nodded in understanding and the two made their way into the restaurant. They sat down with the rest of the group and ordered milkshakes.
"So." Ben said, clasping his hands together on the table in front of him. "Why did you two want to have a meeting about Richie?"
"Have you not noticed it?" Eddie blurted out.
"Noticed what? How weird he's been acting?" Ben asked.
"Ben, I've literally talked to you about this. A week ago!" Bev poked his arm.
"This is Richie we're talking about." Ben shrugged. "When isn't he acting weird?"
"You have a point but this isn't Richie weird." Stan told him. "Richie being weird is being loud and raunchy and talking about his dick and fucking Eddie's mom. This Richie is quiet and wear's solid colors- and they're not even colorful clothes! He doesn't call us his weird nicknames anymore- something's going on and he's changed. He's more Richard than fucking Richie." Stan slapped the table. "He's like a brother to me and I feel like I'm being lied to every time I look at him. It makes me sick thinking something so bad happened to him that he has to lie to me or all of us about."
"Where did him lying come from?" Bill muttered but Stan heard him.
"Have any of you asked Richie if he's okay?" Stan asked, crossing his arms. They didn't notice said teens truck drive up, they also didn't notice the teen stop in his tracks and stare at them for a solid minute.
"I've asked him multiple times." Eddie said. "He says he's fine."
"That's the lie." Stan said. "He's lying to us- maybe he did something, maybe something happened to him, but he's not telling us. I wanna know the truth." None of them noticed Richie as Mike started talking.
"I feel like he'd tell us…"
Richie quietly went and got the food his mom had ordered for them, Went and Bev, and paid for it. He stopped at an empty table and found the box of Bev's food and walked passed the table, tossing it on the table in front of her without a word.
"Hey Richie!" Ben said, but Richie just flipped them off as he walked away.
"Excuse me." Stan said, and Mike got out of his way. Stan nearly ran after Richie, just barely stopping Richie from shutting his door.
"What the hell is wrong with you? That was uncalled for, Richie." Stan started, and Richie scoffed.
"Whatever. Get out of the way."
"No, not until you tell me what your problem is."
"What my problem is?" Richie laughed humorlessly. "I'm the problem apparently, Stan. You might as well go ahead and tell me. It's fine."
"Nothing's fine, Richie. And you're-"
"You're right, Stanley. Nothing is fine. Nothing is fine. Now please, if you would so kindly get out of the way and let me go home. I will walk if I have to."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong."
"What do you care, Stan?"
"What do I care? Excuse me? Last time I checked, you were my best friend and brother."
"Last time I checked- oh, just a few minutes ago, actually, I had a whole group of friends but not anymore."
"What the fuck did we do to you? Why are you like this?" Richie stared at him for a few seconds, tears stinging the back of his eyes.
"Get the fuck away from my door or I will fuck you up." He hissed. "I'm not in the mood for your shit." Stan scoffed.
"You know what, fuck you, Richie. Let me know when you wanna stop lying to my face and being an asshole." He moved out of the way and before he walked away, Richie said,
"Yeah, I'm the biggest damn liar you'll ever meet, Stanley. You better fucking remember it." He slammed the door shut and his wheels spun as he backed up and drove away. Stan stormed back into the restaurant and told the rest of the Losers what was said. Almost immediately, they began texting group chats and Richie on his own.
When he got home, he gave his parents their food, told them he wasn't feeling good, and locked himself up in his room.
It was actually over. Their friendship- he and Stan's, the rest of the Losers. Whatever possible thing that could've happened with Eddie is far out the window. Richie curled into a ball in the corner of his bed, burying himself in his blankets. Bev probably wouldn't want to be adopted by his parents anymore- she'll probably want to move in with her aunt in Portland.
He knows why they were hanging out without them, he didn't blame them. He still must've swore too much and talked too much. Well, they wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He'd keep his space from them, make sure they don't have to look at him. He was honestly waiting for the fact, he knew he annoyed them just by being present.
Changing didn't do shit for him. Was he gonna continue acting like the new Richie? Yes, because maybe if acting like this would make his parents love him too, he was damn sure gonna continue. He could tell they were happy that he'd stopped being a nuisance. He thought his friends would be happy too, but like always, Richie was wrong.
Richie let out a slow breath, grabbed his phone and left every group chat and muted every chat he was in one on one, and turned on some music. He sat there for maybe a minute and finally realized he was crying, fat tears falling down his cheeks. He didn't make a sound, he didn't think he could if he tried. His throat was dry, his nose was running, he knew he looked like hell and he couldn't stop it.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
It's been a little over a week since things went down, and Richie hasn't left his house once. His parents were convinced it was the flu and bought him medicine. He was very convincing, though, he looked like hell and probably was actually sick, because he sure felt like it. Bu he couldn't tell you if he was really sick with a virus or sick because of himself, his nasty thoughts. They disgusted him, the way he thought about himself, his old self, his new self, just his being in general. He hated himself.
Bev tried to talk to him- he didn't know why- but he wouldn't speak to her. She actually started crying last time, which really surprised him, but he just trudged back to his room and cried for making her cry, knowing she hated him even more for it. Some of the Losers- as far as he knew, none of them were Stan, but then again that friendship was over completely- had come over wanting to talk to him, but he refused.
Seeing them will just make you hurt more, he reasoned with himself. You hurt enough as it is, don't make it any worse on yourself.
Oh who was he kidding, he could make the absolute worst thing worse somehow. He was just a walking fuck up, pretty much. Well, lying fuck up at this point because he barely even stands nowadays.
December twenty third, he didn't sleep a wink. He was up all night thinking, and ultimately decided that he would still give them their gifts, he'd just ding dong ditch them without the ding dong.
There's an actual word for that. Oh well.
He wrapped each present very carefully, as neatly as possible, and wrote a note in careful handwriting, taping them onto their presents. He got in his truck at four in the morning and drove off, stopping at Bev's first, of course.
Bev,
You'll always be my sister, even if I'm not your brother. If you ever need anything you can come to me. I won't bother you anymore.
I'm sorry, Richie
Bill,
You were the hardest to write this note for. I'm just writing to formally resign from the Losers Club. Though, considering I will not be apart of this club anymore, you should probably stop calling yourselves that, since the biggest loser isn't your friend anymore. I'm sorry for being an annoying asshole to you and everyone else and I hope you can find it in you to forgive me one day.
I'm sorry, Richie.
Next was Ben (only because he and Bill lived on the same street)
Ben,
I'm still a little annoyed at our little spat a while ago but I understand now. I know I'm annoying so I'll gladly get our of your way. Only God knows why you haven't moved me yourself.
I'm sorry, Richie
Mike,
I'm gonna miss our chickens, Mike. Tell them Richie said hi and give cuddles to Pig the sheep. I miss her a lot. I'm gonna stop coming over now because I know I get in the way of your chores.
I'm sorry, Richie
Stan,
Even though you hate my guts, I still love you and you'll always be Stan the man.
I'm so sorry, Richie
(There were tear stains on that one but Richie didn't notice)
Eddie,
I just want you to know that if I'm ever at the grocery store and see you and your mom, I'll get the hell out of dodge. I know she'll give you a hard time about that nasty Tozier boy if she's reminded of my existence.
Sorry she hates me, Richie
P.S. I'm sorry for everything (jokes, etc).
By the time Richie delivered all the presents, it was going on 5 AM. Deciding he didn't want to go home and face the music, he went to a park down the road from Eddie's house and sat on a swing. He surely didn't expect the unexpected, but in all honestly, he saw it coming from a mile away. Quite literally.
