It (2017) | Imagines + Preferences

Your POV

"You're lucky I stay up late, Tozier."

"Yeah. I'll see you in a few minutes."

The walkie talkie clicked off. Richie called me at 2am asking to come over and I didn't know why. He's probably just bored, knowing him.

I heard a tap on my window and looked up from my book, to see Richie.

He was my neighbor, so I wasn't surprised with how fast he got here.

I wuickly unlocked the window and let him in. I could see him better and he had scratches on his face and a bloody nose mixed with tears.

"Hey." His voice cracked a bit.

"Richie! what happened!?" I said, nearly yelling.

The boy just shrugged and sat on my bed, me following and sitting right next to him.

"Was it your parents?"

He disn't say anything. He just looked up at me, his eyes watering, and let out a small nod.

I put my arms around him and wrapped him in a hug. He must've cracked, because he started crying, wrapping his arms around my waist like I'd disappear if he let go.

I rubbed circles in his back, trying to calm him down. He told me about his parents drinking a lot, yelling at him, but never that they hurt him. That explains random bruises from 'falling off his bike'.

"Hey, look at me." He looked up, not letting go completely, "You know you can stay here if you want? My parents love you."

"But my parents-"

"Don't worry about them. We can tell my parents in the morning, okay? They'll handle it."

Richie nodded, "Sorry."

"For what?"

"Coming over at 2am just to cry. I look like a wimp. Boys aren't supposed to cry!"

"Of course boys are supposed to cry, Rich." I replied, smiling a bit when he wiped his tears and smiled.

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you." He repeated himself, looking up at me, "Thank you so much. I-I know you probably don't love me, I'm just the school trashmouth but-"

"Of course I love you, you dork."