Paper Wings||Richie Tozier x reader

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Obvs Y/N POV

I woke up this morning and lay in bed, not wanting to ever get up again. I love my bed too much. A lot more than I should. But can you blame me? It's warm and comfortable and I'm happy here. My older brother walked into my room and started telling me to get up. "N/N" he said and I could tell he was face palming at me curled up under my duvet still.
"HhhhhHhHHHhhh" I groaned, pulling my pillow closer to my chest. "N/N get the fuck up its the last day and you don't want to leave Bev on her own, you know Greta's gonna try something. Oh, and mom made pancakes before she left for work." He said, turning to leave the room, fully knowing that Bevvie and food would make me get up.
I'm pretty protective of my friends. Probably too loyal if anything. But of course if one of my friends was acting like Greta I would obviously draw the line. I jumped out of bed and ran to my closet. I grabbed my black ripped black skinny jeans and my AC/DC T-shirt. I never really payed much attention to how I looked. Obviously I made sure I didn't look like burnt melted garbage. But I didn't care if I wore the cutest outfit. Most outfits were cute that I wore, and I usually just grabbed the first thing I saw. I pulled on my flannel and walked downstairs awaiting the moment my pancakes would be on my plate ready for me to finish them.
My brother said he'd give me a ride to school today but I promised Bev I'd come get her. So I grabbed my bike and raced to her house. Hoping not to be late.
I approached her house and came to a halt, she saw me and ran down the fire escape to greet me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist.
"Hey Y/N" she said, pulling away from you.
"Sup Bevvie" you smiled cheerfully.
"Oh I have never told you this" Beverly said, grabbing her bike and swinging her leg over the seat. "I guess I always forgot, or didn't think much of it, but there's another trashmouth in our school." She continued, both of us heading off in the direction of hell, one last time before out two month summer break.
"What?" I said, sort of shocked. That has always been my nickname, since kindergarten! Okay, maybe not kindergarten, but it is my rightful title. "No no no no, there can only be one" I growled, shaking my head disapprovingly. Beverly laughed a little before reassuring me that this was in fact true and that she wasn't playing tricks on me. She also informed me that she thinks we would get along great. Besides his dirty mind. I'm fine with dirty minds. But I usually keep my dirty comments to myself. I don't know why though.
After a little while of me talking shit about this other Trashmouth, she finally told me it was none other, than Richie Tozier. Jesus fuck. I knew him, he's in most of my classes. Apparently we're pretty similar. In the way we act. But I was just a little more reserved. I didn't go out of my way to talk to people I didn't know. I would the odd time, depending on if I had to or not. But only if I had to. Richie had flirted with you the day you first came to school. And every time he spoke to you he flirted with you. But he was like that with every pretty girl. Which is why you weren't sure why he flirted with you.
I had defended him and his friends from Henry bowers before. Henry doesn't hit girls. He makes fun of them but doesn't hit them. Mostly the girls bothered the girls and the same with the guys. The girls hit girls but don't usually hit guys, just like Henry Bowers wouldn't hit me because I'm a girl.
I've been defending those guys since I moved here. They always thanked me but I brush it off, it doesn't matter to me. It's honestly nothing, they should be treated with respect. Unless you steal my title.
Honestly I'm not that mad. But I was the Trashmouth and I couldn't help but be offended.
I hopped off my bike and headed for the bike rack with Beverly. We both left our bikes and headed for our usual before school hangout. We talked more about Shithead Tozier who stole my title. She said he was pretty cool. Yeah right. I mean, he didn't look all that bad, he actually was very cute. And I mean it. But he thinks it's okay to steal my title. Not that he knows he stole it. But I couldn't help but act a little offended.

~~~~after school~~~~

While you were at your locker you didn't know that Beverly was in the bathroom, getting harassed and having trash dumped on her. Greta. What an ugly two faced evil little cock swallowing bitch. I'm sorry. I have issues. I can't help it.
You walked outside and waited for Bev, overhearing some of 'the other Trashmouths' conversation.
"Best feeling ever!" A boy you know to be Stanley said as he dumped his school supplies into the garbage bin.
"Oh yeah?" Trashmouth #2 said almost laughing. "Try tickling your pickle for the first time" I almost laughed. Almost. I was going to. It was hard not to. I must admit. They continued their conversation until Bowers grabbed Richies backpack and slammed him into Stanley. Of course another one of his friends burped in Eddies face, causing him to gag and almost fall over.
"You s-s-suck Bowers" Bill said, his stutter ever the same as always. His brother went missing this year, and no one has been able to find him.
"You s-s-s-s-say something? B-b-b-billy?" He said, mocking his stutter. I was about to go over there and knock some sense into the little mullet wearing bastard until he saw the police and walked away. But not before licking his hand, and wiping it on Billy's face.
What a numpty.
I finally found Bevvie, near the bike racks talking to Ben, the new guy. I walked up and said hi to Ben and Beverly.
I looked over Bev's shoulder and realized she was the only one who signed his yearbook. So I took the yearbook and pen from her when she finished signing, and signed my name in bold letters in the bottom left corner, with hearts all around. I added 'have a great summer' underneath it for extra measure so it was less empty and drew a pretty flower. I put his yearbook back in the pocket it was in when I saw Beverly take it out of his backpack and gave Bev her pen back. A moment later Bev and I were riding our bikes home.

A/N:))))
This chapter was kind of to get you a little bit of an idea of what your personality is before you start hanging around with the Losers Club.🐮🦄🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🦄🐮