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Richie Tozier | It (Chapter 1)

[trashmouthtozier]

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Human AU (roughly lining this up with directly-post-DT17's pilot episode)

[talkyourwayout]

For years, Louie Duque and his brothers just wanted their life to be a little less boring. It had never seemed like a tall order, nor did it seem like the kind of wish that would come back to bite them in the butt. But things changed, or at least, they did for Louie. They'd all fallen in with The Losers Club, but Lou had specifically fallen for Richie Tozier. They both had their own reasons for pretending there was nothing different between them, but as of a few weeks ago, a day in the clubhouse took them from "friends who sometimes hold hands and kiss each other in secret" to flat-out Secret Boyfriends. And now, a boring life on a houseboat off the coast in Derry was just fine by Louie, because part of that was this special, wonderful something, just for him and Richie.

In retrospect, it seemed like just his luck that something would mess that up. But it really wasn't fair that something that sounded so perfect - a surprise rich uncle! - could ruin his life. At least, it sure felt like this development was ruining his life. Two. Towns. Away. To a teenager who was as smitten as could be, the distance might as well have been two planets away.

Louie found out about his uncle four days ago, and the whole gang had been told about that already. Dewey had been so excited to share the news. The whole "moving into a mansion" thing, though? That was something established yesterday afternoon. Louie has been sulking like a pro ever since, but he can't effectively guilt-trip Uncle Donald because that's the thing about a Secret Boyfriend - the relationship is a secret. (Dewey was baffled by Louie's unenthused reaction too... Huey might have known, but he was respectfully not saying anything.)

He knows he has to tell Richie, because the only thing worse than leaving would be leaving with no warning. So that evening, he's waiting for Richie to swim up to the houseboat without the usual excited anticipation. Instead, it's more like a gnawing dread as he sits on the deck, knees drawn close to his chest and arms crossed atop them.

Goin' for The Feels as always, I see <3

[trashmouthtozier]

Richie, clueless as he was, was all smiles as he hauled himself up onto the deck of the boat, dripping, their provisions for the night in his customary triple layer of E.M. Heath Grocery plastic bags tied to the belt loop of his swim trunks - the true reason people put loops on them, as far as he was concerned. "Those people up at L.L. Bean really got it in the fucking bag," he had pronounced on more than one occasion. "They know, man, they KNOW."

That night, he did the quickest scan of the deck in the books before wrapping his arms around Louie and planting a gigantic smooch on one cheek, then the other.

"Ah say, there, old boy," he said in his Posh Guy accent, something that was trying to sound like Robin Leach but due to a lack of listening experience came out a bit more Foghorn Leghorn. "What's the grand to-do? We simply must spend this evening in style!"

To be fair to Richie as much as possible, he'd only really started crafting said accent when he found out about the rich uncle. It was still, as his future self would call it, being workshopped.

I know my strengths! <3

[talkyourwayout]

It was so easy, so tempting, to lose his worries and bury the bad things away when Richie was there. And for the moment, Louie gave in and let himself do just that. He put his arms around Richie and leaned back with a chuckle.

"Awful, dude. Absolutely awful," he drawled, shaking his head. "But keep at it, you'll get there."

[trashmouthtozier]

"Hey, come on, am I at least close?" Richie made a face as he pulled away. "I tried to watch Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous but mom said it was a bunch of capitalist tripe and changed the channel."

A meaningful pause.

"To QVC. ... Figure that fucker out."

[talkyourwayout]

"Aw, boo," Louie huffed. "She's blind to irony, isn't she? Besides, everyone knows capitalist tripe is the best kind. Come on."

The sigh that followed was probably too heavy for the topic at hand... But he didn't want to just blurt out the real problem right here, right now. He brought one hand up to the back of Richie's head, brushing his fingers through his hair. That helped him feel a little better.

"Hey, let's head to the clubhouse, okay?"