𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥
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Saving people. Hunting things. That's the family business.
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❝I'm Richie Tozier, the name you'll be screaming in bed soon enough.❞
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in which Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier falls head over heels for the badass new girl.
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Emily watched with unmasked amusement as Richie tried impressing her by attempting to play the tuba that he had stolen from one of the boys in the Derry Town Parade marching band.
All eight losers had met up at the fourth of July town parade, an event hosted by the small town. They had decorated the large community park in the center of town red, white, and blue with dozens of U.S. flags hanging everywhere. The smell of hot dogs, popcorn, cotton candy, and any other salty or sweet food lingered in the air along with the sound of music.
People celebrated by getting their faces painted, eating, and dancing in the streets.
Yet, despite the happiness, the ominous atmosphere that seemed to always blanket over Derry still sat heavily upon the shoulders of the townsfolk.
It did not help that the losers club was currently looking at a wall which was covered to the brim with missing peoples' posters. Richie and Eddie were the only ones not currently with the group as Eddie was getting ice cream for himself and Richie while Richie stood a few feet away playing his stolen tuba trying to show-off to his crush.
Beverly stood next to Emily with her hands in the back pockets of her long shorts, smiling coyly at the way Emily watched Richie with a certain glint in her eye. Beverly recognized that glint as the same one she often found herself staring at Bill with.
It would seem her earlier predictions about Emily eventually falling for Richie were correct.
"Hey, hottie! I heard you like guys who can play the tuba!" Richie shouted playfully while dancing and blowing on the tuba causing an awful low noise to come out.
Emily snickered when the marching band member's annoyance peaked and he forcefully took his instrument away from Richie.
Throwing his hands in the air, upset that the member ruined his performance for Emily, Richie scowled. "What the fuck dude!" He cried angrily, shaking his head and pouting.
Emily wanted to burst out laughing as Richie dejectedly trotted back toward them, Eddie rounding the corner getting to the group at the same time Richie did. In Eddie's hands were two vanilla ice cream cones, one for him and Richie.
Licking his lips, Richie's eyes lit up, his previous anger at the band member forgotten at the sight of his ice cream.
"What are you guys talking about?" Eddie questioned taking a small lick of the ice cream cone in his right hand.
"What they always talk about," Richie answered as he took the ice cream cone in Eddie's left hand away. If she was being honest, Emily didn't know what the others were talking about either as she was too distracted watching Richie.
Emily watched as Richie took a big lick of the vanilla cone, her eyebrows furrowing as she wondered whether or not Richie was purposely trying to look seductive while doing it. Her unspoken question was soon answered by Richie's voice.
