𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

9. Unpacking

November 5, 1984

Mike threw his cousin an ice pack and began to show him to his old room after he grabbed Richie's bag from the ground. He was mumbling something under his breath, which Richie assumed were curses. Richie reached the first step and Mike was already out of sight.

Richie was halfway when he began to lean onto the railing his side beginning to burn.

"Jesus, can you go any slower?" Mike asked coming into his cousin's view.

"Sorry frog boy but my body's sore, your mom was really rough with me last night."

"Ew! Gross Richie!" Richie let out a giggle. Mike rolled his eyes at his cousin's behavior. The two were at Richie's new room, Mike opened the door, then threw Richie's bag onto the floor.

"Thanks, Mikey." Richie began to take in the room. There was a twin bed in the corner of the room, a nightside by it, a bookshelf, and a desk. Richie ran and dived onto the bed. "Now let me tell you cricket don't get your ribs bruised cause it's a pain in the ass."

"What did you even do?"

"Oh, it was my friend Eddie's mom. Mmm, she was amazing I wasn't able to walk for a week." Mike scrunched his face in discussed.

"Your disgusting." Mike explained as he walked out of his old room and closed the door.

Richie let out a sigh then began to sit up. He let out a gasp.

'Holy fucking shit! I have a closet!' He jumped off the bed making it creak. He ran throwing the doors open. He knew he was acting like a child but this is his first closet. He threw his bag onto the bed, beginning to unpack. Altogether he has two pairs of jeans and two pairs of shorts. One pair of sweatpants, five shirts, 3 Hawaiian shirts, and a pair of black high tops which Richie was wearing. He has his Walkman and headphones with three mixtapes. He also had ten comic books and his toiletries, which included makeup Richie will need once his bruises fade making his tattoo visible.

He took out the envelope the losers gave him, then he saw a small package, that had writing on it, which looks like Bill's. Richie was extremely glad it was written big enough.

Bev told us to give you them

He began to open it revealing a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a bag of five joints. A grin crept onto his mouth, he placed them into his nightstand along with his pills. Karen knows about Richie's pills. She understands that he has depression and PTSD. But she hasn't asked him about it. And Richie was just fine with that.

He started putting up his band t-shirts and Hawaiian shirts, then his pair of jeans and shorts. He took off his jacket and put it on a hanger. Then kicked off his sneakers and put them on the floor. He went back towards the bed and grabbed his Walkman, headphones, and tapes, and put them on top of the bookshelf. He was about to put the comic books onto the bookshelf when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in." Karen came in as Richie grabbed his comic books and started walking to the shelf. "What can I do for you." He asked while starting to put the books in alphabetical order.

"I just wanted to see how's it going, and also letting you know that tomorrow you'll be going in for an eye appointment you'll be getting examined for new glasses-." She paused Richie turned to her noticing that she was looking at the open closest. "-oh Richie, we'll definitely go get you some more clothes and shoes."