The Trashmouth [Richie Tozier x Reader]

9: The Meadow

"Turn right here," I direct Richie.

"But your house is that way," Richie responds confused.

"I'm not going home."

"Okay," Richie says turning right, "Then where are you going?"

"The meadow."

"Derry has a meadow?"

"Yeah, I go there all the time to draw."

Once we reach the meadow, I hop off Richie's bike. I walk to the middle of the grass and sit down, dumping out my backpack of art supplies. I open my sketchbook and go to flip to a new page when,

"Whoa! That's amazing!" Richie says enthusiastically.

"Richie! You scared me! I thought you were going home," I reply, my heart racing.

"I didn't have anything to do at home, and I wanted to stay here with you," Richie shrugs.

"I'm just gonna be drawing."

"I can watch," he replies sitting down next to me. "Actually, can you draw me?" Richie asks. Little does he know I've already drawn him three times.

"Sure, if you want," I shrug. He sits in front of me and smiles while I begin sketching him.

"Finished!" I say and turn my book around.

"What the hell is that?" Richie asks.

"That's you earlier when your hair looked ridiculous!"

Richie glares at me. "Make me look good!" he whines.

"Alright, fine," I say. Richie smiles and watches as I sketch him watching me sketch.