Richie's POV

I woke up on my bed with my arms around Y/N. She was cute when she was asleep. Last night was weird. I know she's hiding something from me, I'm just not sure what. Maybe she doesn't like me after all. I mean how could she. I'm me and she's perfect. Though she did kiss me. That kiss. I felt my heart beating faster in my chest just thinking about it. I didn't think she'd actually do it. And especially not with that much passion. She was my first kiss. And it was amazing. She was amazing. I felt her stir slightly. She looked like she was having a bad dream. I lightly kissed her forehead and her beautiful eyes fluttered open. "Good morning" she spoke sweetly. I wanted to wake up like this every morning. Instead of waking up in a house by myself or with very drunk parents. But she made everything better. It breaks me that she's not mine, and probably never will be.

Your POV

Richie was starring at me. It was kind of nice. But I felt even worse about yesterday. Before I could say anything the phone rang. Richie unwrapped his arms from my waist and got up to answer it. When he came back he said "hey babe, get some cloths on. We're seeing the rest of the losers club in half an hour." He said before grabbing his favourite shirt and handing it to me to wear. I felt special that he'd give me his shirt. Especially cause no-one else could even touch them. I kept my jeans on though.

As the Losers club reached a road we saw a car. "Bowers gang" I breathed. "Look, it's the homeschool kids bike" someone said as we all walked down the path to see Bowers about to a kid. Mike, I think his name is. Beverly threw a rock at Henry as I picked one up as well. "Nice throw" Stan complimented. "Thanks". She sounded proud. Bowers then looked up. "Oh the slut, she'll do ya. You just got to ask. Like I did" he said rubbing his cock. "And I see this slag just got back from a one night stand" he smirked pointing at my shirt. "But you can do way better than trash mouth" he said gesturing at himself. Richie clenched his fists and Ben hit bowers square in the head with a rock. "ROCK WAR!" Richie screamed before being hit with a rock in the forehead. I instantly bent over him "are you okay". I asked worriedly. "Course Doll, it'll take more than a rock to kill me" he said standing up. Soon enough Bowers gang left leaving only Henry. "Go blow your dad you mullet wearing asshole!" Richie shouted. I held his hand as we walked away. We welcomed Mike to the Losers club with open arms. He was a good kid. Everyone then started to talk about this clown and their fears. I of course said nothing. Until Richie said "is it only virgins that can see this crap? Is that why I'm not seeing any of this shit?" I knew it was actually because my dad listened to my wished to not harm him. Of course I couldn't say that though. "Y/N, have you seen anything?" Richie asked. "Nah, I'm not scared". But I didn't want to go home, I never did. But I knew I had to. Richie said his parents are drunk but still at home. I felt sorry that I couldn't just invite him over. I said my goodbyes to everyone and headed off to the well house. As I walked through the door I heard father from the other room. "Did you enjoy kissing glasses last night?" He asked. "Yes" I said plainly "I did. And if I was normal I would possibly have a boyfriend by now" I said getting sad again. I didn't ask how he knew. I should have known he'd find out. I went to bed and thought of Richie. Y/N Tozier. It just sounded perfect. Better than Y/N Penny-wise. He was probably listening to his parents shouting right now. If only I could hold him. If only he could hold me. If only I was normal, and Penny-wise wasn't my dad.

A/N: I really want to thank everyone who's read, voted on and left comments on this story. I'm glad you're enjoying it and it means a lot to me. 🖤 (Maybe some angst in the next one?)