Richie Tozier

Will (you) left his bicycle lying next to a dry rock, with anxious steps he approached the lake and sat on the shore, looking at his reflection, remembering his childhood before it was ruined with his friends playing in the water or simply enjoying himself, a tear falls from his right eye and he quickly wipes it away with the cuff of his shirt as if someone were watching him, he sighed, closing his eyes for a second.

And that's when he heard a sound behind him. The crackle of a branch, the tapping of clumsy sneakers on the ground. He turned his head, and saw him. A boy his age, or maybe a year older, with slightly messy hair and a pair of thick glasses, even sporting an awkward smile. He was walking towards the next to a bicycle with faded stickers.
The boy raised a hand, as if waving. "Hey... is this place private or can I stay for a while? " Will blinked at the suddenness of it and then answered. "No, no... you can stay. "He gave a vague nod. "Not many people come around here. "The boy smiled, a wide, carefree grin. "Perfect, a place free of idiots at last... "He paused and continued staring at the brunette . "Oh, and I'm Richie, Richie Tozier. I moved here a week ago to bring some coolness to this backwater town. And you, what's your name? "he asked with a goofy grin.