Next chapter, you better prepare yourselves for some adorable mother/son bonding between Karen and Richie, AKA she fusses over his face and scolding him for getting in a fight XD

P.S. I'm definitely not the greatest at writing fight scenes, but, I tried! :D

"Ready to meet the rest of us Losers, Hop?" Bev asked as she got out of the truck, Eddie and Richie following. Richie literally just slid out of the passenger seat on his stomach and onto the grass to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling anymore. Hopper couldn't help but laugh at the idiot, while Eddie just scowled at him. He got up with a grin and ran over to the picnic tables where the rest of the losers were waiting, tripping and almost falling a couple times.

"Well, he definitely doesn't have balance like Mike, that's for sure." Hopper commented. "Long ass legs wanna move every which way."

"You should have seen him in high school." Eddie said as he and Bev walked with him. "He shot up right before freshman year started and didn't know what to do with himself. Tripped over anything and everything."

"Mike did too. He ran track. That's why I make him deal with college students during the summer, 'cause he's fast." Eddie snorted.

They reached the group, where Richie was laying on top of a table, legs and head hanging off it.

"What the actual hell are you doing, Richie?" Bev asked, sitting next to Bill.

"Sun tanning." He replied.

"In jeans under a tree?" Stan asked. "You know what, you'll probably get a sunburn either way."

"Stan the Man gets off a good one!" Stan rolled his eyes. "Oh, Chief-o, that's Stanley, Benjamin, Michael number two, and William." Richie pointed at everyone and they rolled their eyes.

"Beep beep, Richie."

"All I did was say your full names, no need to beep me." He pouted.

"Anyways, we go by Stan, Ben, Mike, and Bill." Bill said, shaking Hopper's hand. He chuckled.

"Nice to meet you, Chief Hopper but all of El and Mike's friends call me Hop."

"Where'd Max and Lucas go?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, they're here too?" Hopper asked, sitting at the other side of Richie's head.

"Yeah, we're all coming out to chill for a bit." Stan told him. He nodded.

"Probably making out behind a tree or something." Richie replied, lifting a leg up ans scratching it.

"Do you know how ridiculous you look doing that?" Eddie asked. Richie just winked at him and Eddie's face turned red. "Nasty ass." Richie laughed.

"Guys, we need help over here!" Max yelled, and everyone looked in the direction it came from. They could just barely see her red hair and there was faint shouts coming from two other people as well. Richie was off the table quicker than anyone else, running over to them as if he knew exactly what was going on.

Billy had Lucas against the hood of his car, attempting to choke him. Max was doing her damnedest to get him off.

"What the fuck?" Richie exclaimed, rushing over and yanking Billy away from the Lucas with ease. Lucas scrambled away from the car with Max.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Wheeler?" Billy growled. "Thought you were off today."

"I'm not Mike, dumb fuck. I'm his brother. And what the fuck's up with your hair? It's 1992 dumbass, mullets aren't a thing anymore." Richie glanced back at Lucas and Max. "You okay-" He was interrupted by a fist smashing against his face, causing him to stumble back. "The fuck?" He felt blood already dripping from his nose. He looked at Billy, who had a smug look on his face.

"What're you gonna do ab-" He shut up abruptly when Richie decked him full on the mouth. "You mother fucker!" He punched at him again, almost missing but managing to hit him in the eye. Richie growled and tackled him, punching him repeatedly.

"Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit!" Eddie was freaking out, Hopper was shocked, and just about everyone else, including Max and Lucas, were cheering Richie on.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Mike yelled, he and El having just arrived and saw Richie beating the shit out of someone. Mike's voice caught Richie off guard and Billy managed to flip them over, landing one good punch on Richie before Mike yanked him off, slamming him on the ground and crouching next to him, putting his hands behind his back, his knee keeping him from going anywhere.

"This fucker was trying to choke Lucas." Richie hissed, standing up.

"You knocked my teeth out!" Billy yelled. Mike pushed his head in the grass.

"Shut the fuck up." Hopper rushed over and handed Mike a set of handcuffs from who knows where. Mike cuffed him and yanked him to his feet, blood all over his face and clothes. "You deserve it, you racist piece of shit." He pushed him towards Hopper.

"I shoulda arrested your ass years ago." Hopper grumbled. He nodded towards Richie, who was literally being held back by Ben and Mike H. "Calm him down before I have to take him too. I'll talk to you kids later." Yep, definitely didn't expect anything like this this morning. He dragged Billy to his truck and forced him in the back before taking him to the station.

"Dude, calm down, this isn't the first time he's bothered me." Lucas told Richie.

"That doesn't make it any fucking better!" Richie spit blood out on the ground next to him. "Just fucking let me go. I can't do anything else to the fucker anyways." Ben and Mike H hesitantly let him go and he walked off, fishing for something in his pocket. Mike started to follow him but Bev stopped him.

"Let him calm down a minute. It's rare he ever gets like that and it's best not to bother him." Mike sighed and nodded, watching as Richie dropped something and crouched down to pick it up.

His hands shook as he put the cigarette up to his lips and lit it, staying in the crouched position. He took a drag and closed his eyes, holding the smoke in for a couple seconds before blowing it back out. He felt blood drip onto his other hand and took a deep breath, wiping his nose.

"You two alright?" Mike asked Max and Lucas, who nodded.

"Yeah, you're brother's a damn badass. He should get a job at the station." Lucas said, rubbing his neck with one hand, the other wrapped around Max.

"We can get him for attempted murder, right? Because there are like five or more witnesses that saw him choking him. He needs to go to jail and stay there." Max rambled. Mike squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.

"Pretty sure you don't have to worry about him anymore for a while. Not after that bullshit and the other shit he's got on him already."

"Is Richie gonna get in trouble too?" Eddie asked.

"Who threw the first punch?" Mike asked.

"Billy." Stan told him.

"Then no, it was self defense." El replied, keeping her eyes on Richie, who let out another cloud of smoke from where he was crouching. She walked over to him, ignoring everyone else, and sat next to him, crossing her ankles and leaning back on her hands. He flinched at the movement, his eyes flickering to her and then back to the woods.

"Thought they told you not to bother me."

"They did. I've never followed the rules." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yet you're dad's the chief of police and fiance's a police officer."

"Like I said, I don't play by the rules."

"Kinky." He muttered. She snorted and grabbed a tissue from her pocket, handing it to him. He nodded to her and wiped some of the blood away from his nose, which, for the most part, had stopped bleeding. He offered the cigarette to her. "Wanna drag?" She took it and blew out a couple rings of smoke, coughing after. He chuckled.

"I usually don't smoke." She said, giving it back to him.

"Where'd you learn to do that then?" He asked, looking at her. She shrugged.

"Natural talent, I guess." She replied, knowing full well how she did it. "You need to let Eddie check you out."

"Kinky." He repeated. She laughed and poked his side.

"Not what I meant. He's probably itching to come over and patch you up." He sighed and took another drag, blowing out a couple rings like hers, and stood up, putting it out against a tree and putting the butt back in the pack. He held a hand out to her and pulled her up and walked back over to the group.

"When I said to prepare for a can of whoop-ass, I didn't mean it literally." Mike said when they were within earshot.

"I knew it was a empty threat coming from you." He replied, shrugging. Eddie grabbed his shirt and pulled him over to the picnic tables, making him sit on top of it so he could clean his face off.

"As hot as that was, I'd rather be able to see your face without any bruises or blood." He told him, taking out a wipe and dabbing at Richie's face.

"Just look at Mike and you'll be fine." Eddie rolled his eyes. Richie snickered and glanced next to him when he saw Mike sit beside him. "Eh, what's up doc?" He asked. Mike snorted.

"Nothing, just, thanks for helping them out." He said, knocking shoulders with him.

"Hey, one of my friends was in need and I wasn't about to let that mullet wearing asshole hurt him. We've already dealt with one of those back in Derry." Mike raised an eyebrow. "Long story-ow, Eds, careful." He flinched a little when Eddie put pressure on his cheek.

"Don't tell me to be careful when you did this to yourself."

"What the fuck else was I supposed to do?" Eddie didn't reply, he just continued wiping the blood away. He felt someone grab his hands and saw Bev sit next to Eddie and take another wipe out.

"Bloody knuckles again, eh, Rich? Remember last time we did this?" She said, dabbing at his knuckles with the wipe. Richie snorted and then cringed.

"Yeah, I don't think I'll ever forget that. Asshole pushed you against a brick wall, I wasn't gonna let him get away with it." He grumbled.

"You were a lanky little fourteen year old, you got your ass kicked." Eddie said. Richie glared at him.

"Well, I got my ass beat this time too but I also put in a ass-whooping." Eddie snorted and patted his head.

"When we get home you need to put some ice on your eye, it's already swelling."

"Why don't we go back now? Have the house to ourselves." Richie wiggled his eyebrows and Eddie smacked his shoulder. "That's spousal abuse, ya know."

"I'll show you abuse in a minute."

"Kinky."