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By: winterssmary Date: October 14, 2019, 8:16 pm
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By: winterssmary Date: October 15, 2019, 1:28 am
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[center]Beverly took one last puff of her cigarette before
letting it fall onto the concrete and snuffing it out with the
toe of her boot. She kept her hand interlaced with Bill's as
they waited at the entrance of the Derry Summer Fair. Bill had
always been pretty punctual when it came to events, and she
wondered if he got it from his parents. Stan was as well, but
she assumed that today was one of those days where he'd be
tagging around with Richie and possibly Eddie as well. Richie
consistently had a talent of making himself and others
fashionably late with his antics, and she couldn't help but
smile thinking of that trio. Richie making some tasteless, yet
somehow still slightly humorous remark, Eddie immediately
calling him out on it to trigger a chain of bickering, and
Stanley simply rolling his eyes before attempting to quiet the
pair. It was a familiar pattern they all seemed to fall into,
but Beverly never tired from it. The other Losers didn't appear
to either. As for Mike, he was already inside the fair, helping
his grandfather tend to their animals that were apart of the
petting zoo this year.
"Maybe we should have picked up Ben on the way here," Beverly
thought aloud, making conversation as she shoved her free hand
into the pocket of her overalls, resisting the urge to grab
another cigarette. Richie would probably ask for one later,
which would give her an excuse. "He always seems to come to
these things alone," she went on, thinking about how each of
them seemed to have their own little cliques within the group
except for Ben and maybe Mike. It never seemed to bother Mike
all that much though. After all, he had been working since
before the day they had met him. She tucked one of her red curls
behind her ear, smiling up at Bill. He had grown somewhat since
the day she had met him. At least, she thought that he had. It
was hard to tell, but really it had surprised them all how
quickly Richie grew, becoming the tallest out of all of them. He
and Eddie made quite the pair standing next to one another.
"What should we do first when we go inside?" she asked Bill,
giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm sure Mike will want to show us
his animals, but that might have to be one of the last things we
do because of Eddie..." She let her words hang, knowing Bill
would understand what she was getting at. Eddie never seemed to
be a big fan of animals due to their "diseases" and "unsanitary
habits," and she knew Richie was going to find a way to push him
out of his comfort zone. More than likely without Eddie's
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[center]"Fucking Christ, could you two walk any slower?" Richie
complained as he, Eddie, and Stan walked to the fair together.
"You two are walking slower than Eddie's mom after a night of
passion with me, and I know Jodie Foster is going to blame me
for being late," he went on, reaching behind him to take Eddie
by the shoulder and move him on a little more. "Onward, Edward
dearest, onward!" Richie teased in his English accent that was
only getting slightly better as the years went by. If anyone
asked him though, he would say he was an expert at it.
Richie glanced over his shoulder at Stan and smirked. "We'll
have to keep a close eye on Eds today, Stan. We don't want him
falling through any cracks. We all know how shit Derry is at
paving their streets and keeping their rides up to regulation,"
he continued to tease. He could already hear Eddie throwing out
statistics about how unsafe and unsanitary fair rides were.
"Speaking of rides, I'm thinking about going on the Tilt-A-Whirl
first, or maybe the Zero Gravity ride. Whichever will make Eddie
barf the fastest." He kicked a rock, watching it tumble further
down the uneven street. God, he wished they would have just
taken his car. Whose idea was it to walk again?
Up ahead he could spot the fair, and even from their distance,
he could somewhat make out must have been Beverly's hair.
Excitement filled his core, but he kept it contained, both of
his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans that were almost
covered up by his loose-fitting Guns N' Roses tee and button-up.
His sense of style remained fairly the same as it was when he
was younger, except now he sometimes wore black nail polish that
easily chipped, a bit of eyeliner, and black combat boots.
Mostly things that would have gotten his ass kicked even more
had he worn the shit a couple of years ago. He would have worn
more ripped jeans, but his parents weren't exactly fans of that
style yet. Then again, they weren't exactly fans of most of his
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Bill wasn't an impatient person. He really couldn't afford to
be, given how early he arrived to everything and how often he
has to wait on Richie and whoever he decides to slow down. He
didn't really know any different. The only other person he knew
that was as punctual as him was Stan, but God knows he gotten
tripped up by Richie more times than anyone could count. Still,
he felt like he'd been standing there, Bev's hand in his own,
for longer than usual. He wasn't sure what those idiots were
doing, but they were burning daylight. He glanced over at
Beverly as stomped her cigarette with her boot, noting a small
smile that formed on her lips. Suddenly, it didn't matter so
much that the others were running a little late. He couldn't
help the small smile that formed on his lips. "W-w-what's got
you so sm-smiley?" he asked, giving her hand a small squeeze.
He slanted his lips at her comment about Ben. She was probably
right. The nice thing to do would have definitely been to pick
Ben up. He just didn't think about it, if he was being
completely honest. Things with the Losers tended to follow a
pattern. Bill was always with Bev. They were together. That was
a given. Richie and Eddie were usually together, and they
typically got Stan to go along with them. They'd all known each
other the longest. Ben and Mike were still technically the 'new
kids', since Ben moved to Derry later than the rest of them and
Mike only just recently transferred into the public school with
the rest of them. "W-we'll have to remember to do that n-n-n-ext
time," he said. "I'm s-sure he's fine though," he added quickly.
He knew that Beverly and Ben were close. Very close.
Uncomfortably close sometimes, but that's beside the point. She
cared about him and never wanted him to feel lonely. Bill didn't
like the idea of him feeling like an outsider either. He just
didn't notice that he was perpetuating that idea until someone
else pointed it out to him.
When Bev smiled up at him, he felt a small wave of relaxation
overcome him. And, admittedly, he was thankful that, though he
was short, he'd still managed to be taller than her. It was a
stupid thing to be insecure about, he knew, but his height
bothered him. Richie fucking Tozier was taller than him, for
fucks sake. But Bev never made fun of him for it. No one else
really did either. They bothered Eddie instead. For some reason,
it was easier. He quickly shook these thoughts from his head,
leaning over and gently kissing her on the temple. He shrugged
his shoulders at her question, chuckling a little at her
additional comment about Eddie and the animals. "Yeah, I'm not
really in the m-mood to to hear about rabies or w-whatever he's
gonna b-bitch about," he said. "Maybe we should go on a
r-r-ride," he said. "But not a s-spinny ride. Richie'll puke,"
he said with a grin.
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Ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes. That's all it took for Eddie
to come up with at least fifty ways to kill Richie with his bare
hands. This was not the first time Richie alluded to fucking
Eddie's mom and he knew it wouldn't be the last, but it didn't
make it any less irritating. "I'm not walking that slow, asshole
and I didn't do my stretches this morning, so if I walk too much
faster I'm probably going to pull a muscle and do you know much
it hurts to pull a muscle because it fucking hurts," he said,
maintaining his pace and scowling at Richie. "Stop that," he
said, trying to pry Richie's arm from his shoulder as the boy
ushered him forward. "If I wanted to walk faster, I'd walk
faster." He folded his arms over his chest, looking like a
disappointed toddler as he, reluctantly and without fanfare,
picked up his own pace to match Richie's. He would have
commented on Richie's not-so-great British accent, but it
wouldn't have changed anything. He was growing used to it.
Unfortunately. "And my name is Eddie," he scoffed.
Richie started talking to Stan, who wasn't saying much -- as per
usual -- about watching Eddie to make sure he didn't get hurt on
any of the rides. He pursed his lips for a second, his body
growing more and more tense by the minute -- which was saying
something, considering that Eddie was literally always tense. "I
know you're not taking this seriously but you definitely should
be," he began. "Do you know how often those rides break and
people fall out and break bones? Or die? My mom had this friend
who once was riding on the scramblers and the safety bars on the
ride gave out and it threw him over twenty feet into the side of
a building and he broke his nose and three of his ribs. And ya
know what the people did? The people who ran the rides and ran
the fair? They just packed up and went on to the next town like
nothing ever happened," he explained.
He tilted his head to the side, obviously more annoyed than
before when Richie started making ride suggestions. Jokes on
him. Eddie loved spinny rides. Well, sorta. He liked them better
than he liked most of the other ones. Statistically speaking,
they were safer. They didn't cause nearly as many injuries as
the rides that went up in the air or anything. But, more than
that, Eddie was prepared. "Joke's on you dickbag," he said,
gesturing to his fanny pack. He'd stopped wearing them to
school, but for something like this, he felt it was practical to
carry one. "I've got stuff for that. Besides, we all know you're
gonna puke, not me." He felt a little proud at that, but he knew
it wouldn't last. Richie always got the last word.
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Stan realized now that walking to the Derry Summer Fair with
Eddie and Richie was a big mistake. He should have figured it
out sooner. This was a normal occurrence. At the very least they
should have at least driven so he didn't have to put up with
this for as long. But he'd made the mistake of suggesting a
walk. In his mind, it was going to be a relaxing nature walk
where he could listen to the birds and the wind and just the
sounds of summer. Instead, all he could hear was Richie saying
things that were uncalled for and Eddie taking the bait, as per
usual. He tried to tune them out. He stayed behind the other
two, even when Richie started pestering them to pick up the
pace. Stan hated being late, but he hated standing between
Richie and Eddie more, so he'd stay in the back for now. He
shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, eyes scanning
everything around them. Derry was an overall quiet town, one
that was small and hardly ever changed. But it still had it's
charms, he thought as Eddie's voice began to fade into gibberish
in the background.
Richie turned around to address Stan directly, which forced him
to pay attention again. He raised an eyebrow at the comment. He
thought maybe he'd say something. Maybe he'd try to make a
comment to keep up with Richie's wit. Or, conversely, maybe he'd
just tell him to shut up and that he sounded like a middle
schooler. But before Stanley even had the chance, Eddie's voice
chimed in. He spoke just as fast as he always did. Stan wondered
how he ever found the time to breathe between all of the
anecdotes and -- probably fake -- facts he threw out. Wasn't he
supposed to have asthma? Eddie was an enigma that way. Maybe
that was one of the reasons that Richie was so obsessed with
him. He shrugged off
the thought, simply rolling his eyes as the two continued to
bicker.
He glanced up, catching sight of the Derry Summer Fair in the
distance. The ferris wheel was the first thing that caught his
eye, and for obvious reasons. He could hear the screams of the
small children on the scramblers and tilt-a-whirl. Stanley
wasn't particularly fond of a lot of the rides. He didn't like
anything that intentionally made you feel abnormal in danger. He
was more than happy to wait while everyone else rode the rides,
to eat a funnel cake or play a carnival game while he waited. He
saw what looked like red hair in the distance and immediately
smiled. Bill and Bev were there. On time. As he'd expected them
to be. "I think I see Beverly," he said, hoping to interrupt
whatever it was Richie and Eddie were going on about and stop
the bickering. He casually watched the pair in front of them,
noting Richie's chipped nail polish just before he shoved his
hands into his pockets. Richie was annoying sometimes, but Stan
would be lying if he said he didn't envy him for things like
that. Richie was so unafraid to try something new, to express
himself in new and exciting ways. He was perhaps the least
boring person that Stanley had ever met and, he'd never say it
aloud, but he admired that about his friend. In contrast, Stan
was probably the most boring person that he knew of and he
didn't see that changing any time soon.
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[center]Bev's smile only grew when Bill asked what it was she
was smiling about. Really, it just made her grateful about how
much she had to smile about still. Life at home may have been a
living hell for her, and was sometimes not much better thanks to
people like Greta, but she had the greatest friends anyone could
ever have. They made school, and just life in general, much
easier. Each one of them had their own way of cheering Beverly
up, whether they knew it or not. "Just thinking," she said
vaguely, and meeting Bill's gaze as he squeezed her hand. She
squeezed back.
Beverly looked back out onto the streets of Derry and nodded
when Bill said they would have to bring Ben with them next time.
She honestly wished she would have thought of it sooner. Ben was
good friends with all the Losers, but it was her he had always
seemed the closest to. Perhaps it was because they were the
first to meet one another, or maybe it was just because she
understood him best. She wasn't sure, but it wasn't like it
bothered her at all. She loved Ben, just like she loved all the
others, and she only hoped he could grow even closer with them
through time. "He can take care of himself," she agreed with
Bill, and tried not to let it bother her too much that he was
most certainly coming to the fair alone.
Bill seemed to have something on his mind, but it left as quick
as it came, Beverly trying not to blush too brightly as he
kissed her temple. She instinctively reached back up to tuck her
short curls behind her ear again. Bev laughed lightly at Bill's
comment about Eddie, not surprised at all that he knew what she
was getting at. Eddie did have the tendency to "bitch," but
Beverly always found it strangely enduring. It was a bit of a
comfort to her when she could hear Richie and Eddie bickering.
If she had to guess, she would say it was comforting due to the
familiarity of it. If Eddie was bitching about something and
Richie was making jokes, everything was more than likely well.
"A ride sounds nice," she said, grinning at Bill's statement
about Richie. "I've always preferred the tamer rides anyway,"
she said, glancing back at the Ferris wheel and admiring all
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incredibly smug when he had, once again, almost effortlessly
riled up Eddie like he usually did. Truthfully, it was like a
game to him, and, admittedly, it gave him more of an excuse to
talk to Eddie. He loved the little game they played of bickering
like an old married couple, and he was more than aware that that
was exactly what they sounded like. His realizations of the
feelings he had for Eddie only grew more and more every year,
and as much as it terrified him, he knew he was a love-struck
moron when it came to the asthmatic hypochondriac. God, he
needed help. He wished he could just like girls and call it a
day, but here he was, pinning daily for Edward Kaspbrak.
He smirked as Eddie went on his tangent, probably one of the
only ones who actually actively tried to keep up with what Eddie
was saying. Eddie was a fast-talker, and Richie prided himself
on being able to listen to spew on nonsense that came out of the
other boy's mouth. They both seemed to have a gift for talking,
and thankfully, for listening. "Whatever you say, Eddie
Spaghetti," Richie continued to tease, reaching out to pinch
Eddie's cheek. He was adorable.
Stan didn't say anything to Richie, which wasn't really a
surprise. Whenever Richie was in a mood like this and pushing
Eddie's buttons, Stan either told him to shut up, or simply
rolled his eyes and said nothing at all. There usually wasn't
much on a in between. Of course, Stan wouldn't have had much
time to respond anyways with Eddie already off again on one of
his rants, telling some story his mom had once told him. Richie
bit his tongue. Sonia always had some sort of story to tell
Eddie to instill more fear within him. As much as Richie joked
about loving Eddie's mom, he was sure it was no secret to the
others that he actually despised the woman with a burning
passion. While she took care of Eddie, she also did nothing but
spread lies and keep him caged up like a bird from one of Stan's
books. It wasn't fair, and it was honestly kinda sick. Sicker
than she made Eddie believe he was. He only wished he and the
rest of the Losers had the courage to stand up to her and say
something, or at least say more to Eddie. "Everything's a
fucking risk, Eds, that's part of the fun!" he tried to sway his
friend, putting on a smile and clapping him on the back.
Richie sighed when Eddie admitted that he, of course, had
fucking pills to keep him from puking, saying that Richie would
be the one to blow chunks. "Oh please, I'm not going to fucking
throw up, Eddie. I'm not nine," he said defensively, although,
deep down, he knew that may have not been true. The throwing up
part, that is. He did have the tendency to throw up with he was
extremely nervous or when he rode in the backseat of cars.
"Oh thank fuck," Richie mumbled when Stan confirmed his
suspicious that it was Beverly ahead. They still had a ways to
go, but that didn't stop him from shouting out to her and Bill.
"Hey lovebirds! Think you two could stop macking out for three
seconds? Eddie hasn't taken his puke pills yet!" he said loudly,
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Bill was glad that Beverly could still go through life with a
smile, that she wasn't letting her struggles at home ruin her.
He struggled himself at keeping a positive demeanor, so having
her around, a steady light in his life, was especially good for
him. Of course, having the rest of the Losers at his back was
good too. He didn't know what he'd do without them. But Beverly
was the most special to him, for obvious reasons. He hated that
her home life was so horrible. He hated having to drop her off
at her apartment all the time, knowing what she was walking
into. He hated that he couldn't be there to protect her, to give
her a safe place to go. But there, unfortunately, wasn't much he
could do. Beverly knew that. She didn't seem to hold it against
him. And she was still able to go through life with a smile. For
that, at least, he was grateful.
He hummed when she vaguely responded to him, dropping the
question and letting them fall into another comfortable silence
for a moment. She smiled and nodded when Bev commented on Ben
again. He absolutely could take care of himself. Ben had been
doing much better for himself than when they first met him. He
was more confident. Sorta. He was in better shape and he seemed
more comfortable with everyone. But Ben was still constantly
trying to prove himself to everyone. Bill felt bad about it. He
wished he could somehow just snap his fingers and make everyone
feel included. But for the time being, it still seemed that Ben
felt the most comfortable with Beverly. Bill would be lying if
he said he didn't feel strange about the two of them. But he
trusted both of them regardless. "Y-yeah. And he w-w-wont be
alone once he gets here. W-we wont leave h-him behind." His
long-lost big brother instincts may have been beginning to kick
in. Or maybe he just wanted to make Bev feel better. He wasn't
sure.
He really like the sound of Beverly's laugh, and to watch her
tuck her hair behind her ear. Her red curls were absolutely
adorable. She really was the prettiest girl Bill had ever met
and he was so glad that she was with him. He hummed and nodded
when she agreed with them, that they should go on a ride first.
She suggested a more relaxed ride, since she apparently like
those better. "M-me too," he said. He followed her gaze until he
saw what she was looking at. "The f-f-f-ferris wheel," he
suggested, though it was absolutely her idea. "M-maybe we should
do that f-first," he said. It could be romantic, but he didn't
want to say that aloud. That was weird.
He heard a voice, a familiar voice, yell from quite a ways off.
"You're l-late, Richie!" he called. He didn't entertain the rest
of his statement. He and Bev were not making out. They weren't
even being particularly overly affectionate. Richie was just
being Richie.
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Eddie knew that Richie was playing him. He knew that he was just
being annoying for the sake of being annoying. He knew that he
was only making things worse for himself the more he gave into
it. But he couldn't help it. Richie had to know the risks of
everything he was doing. He had to know he was wrong about so
many things. Eddie wasn't the type to just let things slide. It
bothered Eddie so much that Richie was grinning at him, as if he
were somehow victorious. What was he smiling at? He hadn't won
anything. He hadn't proven anything. "Stop calling me Eddie
Spaghetti," he said, a little louder than he probably should
have. "My name is Eddie. Get it? Edd-ie," he added quickly,
clapping on each syllable of his name.
He smacked Richie's hand away when he went to pinch his cheek.
"And stop doing that. You know I hate it when you pinch my
cheeks. I'm not four years old and you're not my grandma so you
don't have the right to pinch my cheek like some delusional old
lady," he said. Richie always found odd excuses to touch him.
Eddie didn't think much of it. It was just him being annoying
and trying to get on his nerves. It worked. But he didn't do
that with any of the other Losers. Not really, anyway. Richie
picked on everyone. He made jokes about everyone, but he seemed
to take a special interest in Eddie. He thought it was just
because Eddie always reacted so dramatically. Besides, Eddie
would never admit aloud to anyone for as long as he lived, but
he didn't mind all the attention.
He scoffed. "Fun? Fun?! Taking risks isn't fucking fun, you
idiot. You shouldn't have to risk your health and your safety
just to have fun. That's why he have safety codes and OSHA laws
and health codes and regulations to keep all the fun safe and
not risky," he said. "So, you do whatever you want, I guess, but
I'm just telling you, you're gonna break some bones or get AIDS
from the sweat on the rides or something and it'll be all your
fault for not listening to me," he added quickly. He scowled
when Richie clapped him on the back, smiling at him. Fairs were
dangerous and dirty and gross. But they were still fun, he
guessed. He liked the rides and the games and the food, but only
if he didn't have a second to think about all the germs and the
risks.
Eddie was about to say something, to call him out on his blatant
lie about throwing up, but Stanley spoke up for a change, making
his signature one-comment before completely checking out of the
conversation. Eddie felt a little proud for a second. "You know,
Richie, if you have issues controlling your gag reflex this
year, you can take the anti-nausea stuff I brought with me. I
think you're gonna need them way more than I will," he teased.
He groaned a little when Richie yelled out to Bill and Beverly,
effectively attracting the attention of literally everyone else
at the fair. "Way to go, fuckface, now everyone's staring at us.
Are you actually ten years old?" he asked.
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They were still at it. That was unsurprising. Eddie always
seemed to give in to Richie's little antics. After all these
years, Stanley would have thought that Eddie would have learned
to be above it by now. He would have hoped that his friends
would have matured enough to be a little different. But they
haven't. Richie was just as irritating as he was when they were
in middle school and Eddie was just as bad at aggravating the
situation. Stan was starting to think that it wasn't because
Eddie hadn't matured. It couldn't b that Eddie wasn't smart
enough to know what Richie was doing. No, it was becoming more
and more obvious that Eddie enjoyed it. He liked having Richie's
attention on him, even if he was pestering him. And Richie liked
it when Eddie responded to him, even if he was being insulting.
Because at least then he was paying attention to him. The
codependency was a little smothering sometimes, but Stan felt
like he had to stay around them regardless. They might die.
Stan listened as Eddie brought up something Sonia said, which
everyone knew not to take seriously. Everyone but Eddie, anyway.
Sonia was manipulative, borderline abusive sometimes. None of
the Losers particularly liked her, but Eddie loved his mother,
so they all kept their mouths shut. Stan was sorta glad the
Losers didn't know too much about his own parents. He'd hate to
learn what they think about his father in particular. The Rabbi
wasn't a fun man to be around, but he was Stan's father,
nonetheless and he still loved him. He wanted to make him proud.
If all of his friends knew about that, knew about everything
else involving his father, he knew for a fact that Richie -- at
least -- would hate the man. So, unlike Eddie, he didn't talk
about his parents very often. It seemed to be working for him so
far.
Stan sighed quietly when Richie said that he wasn't going to
throw up. "C'mon, Richie, you always throw up at the fair," Stan
finally said, leaving it at that and letting Eddie take all the
attention back. He hoped they didn't try to force him on any of
the crazy rides. Stan wasn't prone to motion sickness like
Richie was, but he didn't enjoy himself on anything too intense.
That was apparently not a normal teenage boy thing, but he
supposed he wasn't a normal teenage boy. He really just wanted
to play a few games and watch everyone else have a good time.
He'd be happy just winning himself a stuffed owl or something.
But part of him also hoped he wouldn't win anything. Even if it
was just a stuffed animal, his dad would probably make him throw
it out. He'd say something about how he's too young for
something so stupid or about how fair prizes are a waste of
money. He'd tell him to go back to studying Hebrew and leave the
kid stuff to the kids.
He rolled his eyes again when Richie yelled out at Bill and
Beverly, Eddie getting annoyed and making additional comments.
Stan did nothing more but wave to them in the distance and keep
walking.
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wouldn't be alone once he got to the fair and that they wouldn't
leave him behind. All the Losers had always been quite amendment
on not leaving each other behind, and as far as she could
remember, they hadn't. They had always stuck together, and
Beverly knew she was lucky to have such a bond with a group of
people. It was nice to feel like you always had someone to lean
on, but that sinking feeling that seemed to come more frequently
as of late returned to the pit of her stomach. Lately when she
had such thoughts about all of the Losers being so happy
together, she couldn't help but be reminded that this was their
senior year of high school coming up. She already knew that some
of the Losers wanted to get out of Derry as soon as possible.
Mike had made mentions of Florida once, and Richie had stated
that he'd rather be anywhere than here. She tried not to let
those thoughts bother her too much, but she also knew that
someday they would all have to face the reality that they might
not always be as close as they are now. At least, not in
proximity.
Bill must have noticed her staring at the ferris wheel, because
he suggested they ride it first, further distracting Bev from
her previous thoughts. "Maybe we should," she said with a smile,
staring at Bill from the corner of her eye. She knew that they
were probably on the same page of thought. The ferris wheel
would be rather romantic. "Or maybe we should save it for last.
I heard there might be fireworks," she suggested, knowing that
the view of Derry from such a height would be even better
illuminated with the bright colors of fireworks. "The others
might be more willing to ride then too," she added. The only
issue was is that they had an odd number, meaning someone might
have to ride alone, unless they went off to do something else
with some of the others.
Beverly turned her head at the familiar sound of none other than
Richie Tozier's voice, a laugh easily escaping her lips at his
dumb jokes and comments. She couldn't help but find them
somewhat charming. After all, they were a hundred percent
Richie. "If anyone is puking tonight, Rich, it's going to be
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Richie's nicknames for him, laughing. He knew Eddie couldn't
hate the nicknames that much, and the way he clapped his hands
threatened to make Richie's heart explode. Honestly, the
annoying little prick was the cutest thing he had ever seen.
Richie had thought that from day one. There was no one out there
cutter than Edward Kaspbrak, and it was almost a crying shame.
Where everyone else had seemed to mature somewhat physically
throughout the years, Richie had barely noticed any change with
Eddie, except maybe his height. Of course, it was possible that
Richie just didn't notice any of the changes. The mind did tend
to do this weird thing where it preserved someone's image and
made it seem like they had always looked one way.
Richie snickered as Eddie smacked his hand away, preventing him
from pinching his cheeks. "Ah, come on Eds, you know I can't
help it. You're just so cute, cute, cute!" he exclaimed, poking
the boy in the ribs before internally telling himself to
restrain his actions. He was being too touchy. The only others
that were this touchy with one another was Bill and Bev.
He dramatically threw his head back in false exhaustion when
Eddie went on yet another tangent, going on about safety and
health codes and shit. Then he mentioned breaking bones and
fucking AIDS. He hated talking about that, of all things.
"Pretty sure you can't get fucking AIDS from sweat, Eds," he
said, standing up straight again. "Not everything gives you
AIDS, but I'm guessing cute little virgins wouldn't understand,"
he went on, going right back into teasing and grinning at Eddie.
Richie shot Stan a look over his shoulder when the other boy
made a comment about him "always" throwing up at the fair. Now
come on, why was everyone suddenly attacking him for? Even Eddie
started to tease him back, offering him his nausea meds if he
couldn't control his gag reflex. He wanted to say something
about his gag reflex, but thankfully managed to bite his tongue
on that one, knowing it would be a big mistake. "I don't always
throw up at the fair, okay? It was just that one time because I
ate too much shitty funnel cake," he said in his defense. "And
as for your stupid nausea pills, Eddie, you can just keep them
right in that dumb fanny pack of yours right next to your mom's
emergency birth control." He grinned again at Eddie's question
of his age. "I'm old enough to date your mom, and isn't that
what really matters?"
They got closer to Bill and Beverly, Bill telling him he was
late and Bev becoming the third person in the last minute to
tell him he was going to puke. "I'm late because of these
fucking slowpokes," he told Bill, pointing at Eddie and Stan.
"And for fucks sake, I'm not going to fucking puke! Where's the
Haystack?" he asked, changing the subject to Ben so he would
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Bill had always charged himself with keeping the Losers
together. They weren't actually his responsibility, he knew
that. They were all the same age as him. They all had their own
lives to live. But Bill had always felt like he was somewhat
responsible for them. He'd failed as a big brother to Georgie
all those years ago, and he didn't want the same thing to happen
to his close friends. And though he wasn't necessarily worried
about them getting hit by a drunk driver in the rain, he took
keeping them together just as seriously. Maybe that's why he
always had this thought in the back of his head, this thought
that one day, they'd all split and all of this would have been
for nothing. He actively tries not to think about it. He kept
his college plans and thoughts on the future on the back burner.
In fact, he was one of the only people he knew who was actively
avoiding college applications for the time being. He didn't want
to be in Derry for the rest of his life, but he couldn't fathom
the idea of leaving his friends behind, of losing the closeness
and community that he and the Losers had worked so hard to
maintain.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts, out of the awkward
silence that he'd put himself in after he'd noticed Beverly
teetering between comfortable and not-so-comfortable. The two
had fallen into polite small talk. Nothing too deep, which was
perfect given their circumstances. Still, he wished he weren't
so bad at keeping conversations going. He wished he was capable
of keeping things from falling flat. Richie had a talent for it.
Of course, Bill thought his talent was really just in never
shutting up at all. He nodded when Bev offered a new idea, that
they instead do the ferris wheel last. She casually tacked on
the fact that there were supposed to be fireworks at the end of
the night. Bill liked that idea. He liked the idea of staring up
at all the pretty colors and holding Bev's hand while having a
bird's eye view of Derry. "Y-yeah. That sounds better," he said
with a grin. He nodded again when he said that others would be
more likely to ride later at night. "You're p-p-probably right,"
he said. "S-someone might have to s-sit out though," he said
with a shrug.
Bill practically beamed when Beverly started laughing, even if
he wasn't the cause of it. Richie was already defending himself,
saying that he wasn't going to puke when everyone knew that was
bullshit. He rolled his eyes when Richie pointed back to Stan
and Eddie, saying they were the reason he was running late. He
didn't know whether or not he believed it. Stan was so anxious
about sticking to a specific schedule for him to be at fault.
Eddie, on the other hand, could have had something to do with
it. But it really didn't matter. They were here now so Bill
could relax a little bit. "B-ben will be here in a few minutes,"
he said, ignoring the Haystack remark.
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Why did Richie have this aversion to calling Eddie by his actual
name? Eddie couldn't remember a time before all the nicknames
and the teasing. It was just something Richie had always done.
Literally always. He didn't have the same affinity for doing it
to everyone else though. Stan was usually just Stan. Bill was
usually just Bill. Mike was just Mike. Ben occasionally got
something based on his weight and Beverly would be referred to
as the first redhead that popped into Richie's mind. Yet, for
some reason, Eddie was never just Eddie. He was always Eds or
Eddie Spaghetti or Eduardo or even Edward. It really wasn't that
annoying. It was just different and Eddie felt weird about
always being singled out by Richie. Stan always said it was just
because Eddie was always the most dramatic, which was fair. But
still. Eddie was right to feel a little weird about it, right?
Eddie shrunk away from Richie's finger as he poked him in the
ribs, letting out a very frustrated, oddly-high-pitched grunt.
"Stop that!" He folded his arms over his chest, making sure that
he covered up his ribs to avoid another attack. "And stop
calling me cute. I'm not cute. I'm - I'm," but he just grunted
instead of properly finishing his sentence. What was he? He
certainly wasn't cute, he knew that much. But he didn't think of
himself as particularly handsome or anything either. But he also
didn't think he was ugly. He didn't know. But he hated being
thought of as cute. It made him sound like a child. And he
wasn't a child. Of course, Richie probably saw him that way.
Once they all hit high school, Richie hit a major growth spurt
and was suddenly the tallest of all the Losers. Eddie didn't
grow much. He was taller than Bill and Beverly, but everyone
seemed to neglect that. Eddie didn't think of himself as looking
particularly boyish, especially now that he forsake the tight
hair cut his mom picked out and was starting to embrace the
curls in his hair. He was still having a tough time growing
facial hair though. "I'm not cute," he said again.
He snapped to attention when Richie said you couldn't get AIDS
from sweat. "You don't know that," he said. "My mom said that
you can get AIDS from all sorts of body fluids and, guess what?
Sweat it a body fluid," he said. He scowled up at Richie at the
virgin comment. Eddie hated that Richie was still teasing people
about this. All of the Losers were virgins, at least to his
knowledge. But Eddie felt very very weird about never having a
significant other throughout his life and he didn't like being
reminded of it. Hell, Eddie couldn't even remember really having
a proper crush. It always made him feel like something was wrong
with him, but he wasn't going to let Richie fucking Tozier know
that. "What the fuck do you know about anything, Richie?" he
snapped. He refrained from commenting on Richie being a virgin
himself, only because he knew he'd make a comment about his mom
and he didn't want to deal with that.
Eddie ignored Richie as he defended himself in regards to
throwing up. Stan would correct him. He always did. Eddie,
instead, was immediately offended by the comment about his
mother and emergency birth control. He pursed his lips at this.
"For your information, asshole, my mom doesn't need emergency
birth control because she's responsible and takes care of
herself and not sleeping with you," he said. They finally
approached Bill and Beverly. Richie took the heat of off him by
asking about Ben. Eddie didn't want to get him started again, so
he just let it happen. "We're actually late because Stanley
thought it would be fun to take a walk through the dirt and mud
instead of just driving like normal people," he said.
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Stan was letting Richie and Eddie's conversation drift in and
out of his focus. Stan did, however, start paying attention
again when all the touching started up again. And when Richie
started calling Eddie cute. This wasn't uncommon. But it still
always made Stan feel a little awkward when he had to witness
it. Stan knew perfectly well that Richie wasn't just being
annoying; that he was serious. Richie's feelings for Eddie were
obvious. At least, Stanley seemed to think so. Eddie was
clueless, but that wasn't unheard of. Eddie was generally
oblivious to most things. And possibly the most gullible person
Stan had ever met. Still, despite Eddie having no idea, watching
Richie get touchy with him felt oddly intimate, like something
Stan wasn't supposed to see but couldn't look away from.
Suddenly, Richie was jerking his head around to shoot Stan a
not-so-nice look. "It was not just one time Richie," he said
casually. Richie had a weak gag reflex. There was nothing wrong
with that. He had a nervous stomach. It was normal for someone
with as much energy as Richie to have issues keeping things
down. Stan guessed that he was still childish enough to consider
that a weakness of some sort. Apparently, so was Eddie, since he
was fighting over this just as much as Richie was. Stan was
simply going to leave it at correcting Richie before leaving the
whole thing alone. It wasn't worth it and he didn't want to give
Richie another reason to keep talking. He rolled his eyes at
Richie's comments about Eddie's mom. He was just grateful that
the comments weren't directed toward Stan. They never were. He
supposed he was lucky to avoid that kind of harassment from
Richie.
When they approached Bill and Bev, Richie immediately took to
defending himself, which was to be expected. Eddie began to do
the same, leaving Stan there to just shrug and ultimately take
the blame for them being late. "I would have been fine walking
by myself if you really didn't want to," he said nonchalantly.
This was absolutely true. Stan probably would have had a much
better time on his own. It would have been less stressful, at
the very least.
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Ben didn't usually mind being by himself. It gave him time to
just put on his headphones and have some quality time with his
favorite band: New Kids on the Block. And when he was by
himself, Richie didn't make fun of him for it. But it felt weird
to know he was walking by himself while Beverly was getting cozy
with Bill. Of course he was happy that she was happy. And that
Bill was happy. They were his friends and their happiness was
important to him. But he had lingering feelings for Beverly.
Strong feelings. And the thought of her being with someone else,
someone as likable and awesome as Bill Denbrough, really made
him uncomfortable. It stung, if he was being completely
truthful. But this was something he'd been trying to work
through for a while. It was getting easier. Maybe.
He wasn't necessarily in a rush to meet everyone at the Derry
Summer Fair. He wanted to be with the other Losers, to see the
animals that Mike was caring for at the petting zoo this year.
He wanted to hear everyone bicker about who was going to throw
up first. He wanted to hear Richie make all those jokes about
Eddie's mom. He loved the familiarity of all of it, the
closeness of their little group. The Losers Club was more than a
group of friends. They were a family and one of the things Ben
was most grateful for in the entire world. Despite wanting to be
around them and get back to the comfortable chaos he was used
to, he didn't know if he was up for seeing Bev and Bill kiss on
the ferris wheel or something. It was bound to happen. And he'd
just have to be a good friend and smile and try to remember how
happy she must be with him.
He saw the fair in the distance and could hear Richie even from
this distance. He took his headphones off and pushed his walkman
into his pocket, deciding then to run to them. He didn't realize
just how late he was to this little meeting. They'd probably
been waiting for quite some time. He could barely make out
Bill's stutter, saying that Ben would be here shortly. "Here I
am," he said through tired breaths as he jogged to catch up with
the rest of the group. It was getting easier to run and keep up
with everyone, especially since he started working out and
taking care of himself. But he still had work to do before he'd
be really happy with himself. "Sorry I'm late," he said, taking
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[center]Beverly and Bill fell into a silence as they both
thought. She would have found it comfortable if she wasn't
thinking about things that were so... sad. Whatever Bill was
thinking about couldn't have been much better because she could
feel how tense he was. Perhaps they had been thinking about the
same thing. It didn't escape Beverly's notice that Bill was the
only one that never really talked about his future. He never
mentioned college or moving, and he usually remained silent when
the others did. As much as Bev hated to think about eventually
parting ways, she definitely wanted to get out of Derry. More
specifically, she wanted to get away from her father. Once she
was eighteen, she stood a chance. Her aunt had talked to her
before about Beverly moving in, and once she was of legal age,
she could do it without living in fear of her father. She could
get a restraining order or something and never see him again.
She really did wonder what Bill was going to do, though.
Honestly, she was surprised he and his family had stuck around
this long with all the memories of Bill's brother lingering
around.
They discussed the ferris wheel some more, and Beverly's smile
faltered at the mention of someone having to sit out. "Maybe
some of the others will sit out too. I imagine Eddie might have
some silly facts about ferris wheels," she mused, knowing that
if Eddie sat out then Richie probably would too, giving them an
even number. It was a stretch, but maybe it would happen. She
would hate for someone to have to ride alone. Mike would
probably be the first to offer to do so, despite probably
actually wanting to ride. He was always looking out for the
group. They all were.
Beverly stared at the unholy trinity, amused as Richie blamed
Eddie and Stan for their late arrival, and Eddie blaming Stan.
Then Richie, of course, had to defend himself and insist he
wasn't going to throw up, which Beverly could bet that he was.
Richie quickly changed the subject though, asking where Ben was
and using the nickname no one was very fond of. Almost on cue,
Ben came into view, announcing his arrival as Bev's face lit up.
She was glad to see that he made it alright and seemed like he
was in a good mood. If she had to guess, it was because he had
been listening to New Kids on the Block. Some things really did
never change. "Glad you made it, Ben," she said happily. "How's
Danny doing?" she teased, knowing his favorite member of New
Kids on the Block from the poster he kept in his
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[center]Richie wanted to scream when Eddie let out an
embarrassing grunt after being jabbed, only further proving to
Richie that he was the cutest thing on earth. Puppies wished
they could be as adorable with his curly hair, big doe-eyes, and
small frame. Richie wanted to squeeze him, but of course
refrained. Just another thing on the long list of things he
couldn't do to Eddie. The list seemed to grow longer every day,
and Richie's shame grew as well. He wished he could want to
squeeze Jessica Hill from his theater class and math class that
he always caught staring at him. He wished he found her cute in
the way he found Eddie. If he did, life would be a lot simpler,
and maybe he still wouldn't be a virgin either. People who acted
like love was so great obviously didn't know what they were
fucking talking about.
Richie was paying full attention to what Eddie was saying again
when the boy started to go off about AIDS again. He kept himself
from reminding Eddie that his mom was a fucking doctor, because
it didn't matter. People still didn't know shit about AIDs. It
was all just speculation and shit at this point. What they did
know is that gay people tended to get it more. Joy. If Eddie
knew what he was, he would probably never speak to him again or
hang around him merely because of the AIDs rumors. He was dirty
in more than just the eyes of the Lord, apparently. Richie
fought back an eye-roll at his own thoughts. It was easy when
Eddie bit back and asked what he even knew about anything.
Right, the straight-A student was just a dumbass. Not that
making good grades made you a genius or anything. "Guess I'll
just go fuck myself, Kaspbrak, jeez," Richie said, shoving his
hands deep into his pockets. One thing he did know is that a lot
of what Eddie knew was just bullshit Sonia fed him. "And it was
just the one time, Stan. If you've heard any different, you've
been falsely informed," Richie said with his nose in the air,
knowing deep down that Stan, unsurprisingly, was right.
Richie gasped in mock-shock when Eddie made a comment about
Sonia not sleeping with him after giving Richie more information
about the woman's sex life than he would have cared to have
known. The fact that that cow was possibly getting any action
was surprising. "That's a low blow, Eds. You know how much your
mom and I's relationship means to me," he said dramatically,
stopping when they approached Bev and Bill. He was glad that
Eddie was so quick to hop up onto the blame train with Richie
when it came to them being late. It definitely was Stan's fault.
Who chose to walk anymore when you could just drive? His Nisson
would have gotten them to the fair right on time. Legs were
unreliable.
It didn't take much longer for Ben to show up, running over to
them. "Relax, Chariots of Fire, you're the last person Bev and
B-B-B-Bill would scold for being late," he assured the kid,
patting him on the back in greeting. Bev made some comment about
a guy named Donny, and Richie raised a brow. The two of them
always seemed to have some sort of unspoken language, and when
they used it, Richie actually kind of felt bad for Bill. He was
sure the other guys would agree that the chemistry between
Beverly and Ben was a bit weird. "As touching as this reunion
is, can we hurry the fuck up and actually go inside the fair? I
want to enjoy this for as long as I can before I'm forced to see
the shit-stained halls of Derry High almost every day for months
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