i am easy to find 'verse
Richie grabs the edge of the polaroid and slides it out from underneath the comic books. It’s a picture of a group of kids, all sitting on a porch in someone’s backyard. He recognizes his tween self pretty quickly — stupid hair, enormous glasses that made him look constantly bug-eyed. He’s really hamming it up for the camera, grinning with his arm slung around some dark-haired kid with a cast on his arm. He can’t remember who the kid is, who any of these kids are, but the way they’re all huddled together and smiling like they really give a shit about each other… he doesn’t remember ever having friends like this.
“Who the fuck are you,” he whispers at the kids in the picture. He flips it over, and sees his own childish chicken-scratch handwriting on the back.
Bill, Bev, Ben, Eddie, ME!, Stan, & Mike. September 1989!
Or, 25-year-old Richie Tozier doesn't know why he can't remember his childhood, or why he has nightmares about yellow eyes looming in the dark. Then he finds an old photo of friends he can't remember, and things start to change. A "what if Richie and Eddie found each other again during the 27 years" fic.
- Part 1 of i am easy to find 'verse
Eddie relents and meets him halfway in a kiss. He wrinkles his nose at Richie’s morning breath, the same way he has for the past fifteen years. Richie’s suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, still half-asleep and with his mind on his dream-memory, and he murmurs, “Hey, Eddie, we’re getting married today.”
Eddie softens, smiling. “Fuck yeah we are. Finally making an honest man out of you, Trashmouth.”
Or, Richie and Eddie get married. A sequel to "I Am Easy To Find."
- Part 2 of i am easy to find 'verse