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Bill noted how Mike's smile was a bit on the sympathetic sign,
which bothered him a little bit. He wasn't angry at Mike. He
never did anything wrong. But the sight of that the idea that he
felt sorry for him, made his skin crawl for a brief moment. He
didn't need sympathy. He didn't want sympathy. The Losers
looking at him like that meant that they obviously didn't feel
the same about him that he felt about them. Bill's identity was
based around the Losers. His entire life had been molded around
them. After Georgie died, after his parents emotionally checked
out, they had become his only remaining family. It was his only
sense of belonging. The idea that they'd be fine without him
stung like a bitch, because he knew he wouldn't be fine without
them. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he
absolutely needed the Losers. Without them, who was he?
He gave his friend a tight-lipped smile when he said that he and
Beverly deserved better. He leaned against the railing of the
goat enclosure. A large goat stood on its hind legs,
resting his hooves on the railing next to Bill's elbows. He
tried to stroke its neck, but the creature seemed upset at the
lack of food and left instead. Typical. Bill let out a sigh.
"B-B-Bev does, definitely. She's s-s-sweet and kind and
b-b-b-b-brave and perfect," he said, avoiding eye contact for a
moment. "I don't kn-know about me though," he admitted with a
shrug. Bill didn't think he deserved a real relationship or an
easy time or a wonderful girlfriend. Not after all the shit he'd
done and all the chaos he'd been responsible for. He probably
deserved the guilt and crippling loneliness. He nodded at Mike's
next reassurance. "Y-y-yeah, definitely. Then we can get
a-a-away. As far from D-Derry as she wants," he said. He knew
Bev wanted to leave. Hell, he wanted to leave. But his biggest
fear was them all leaving and abandoning each other completely.
At least, as long as they were stuck in Derry, they were stuck
together. But once they moved away, what would become of them?
Would Mike ever attend Bill and Beverly's wedding? Would Richie
and Eddie continue to pester each other to death? Would Ben and
Bev keep talking in their weird secret code? Would Stan be there
to roll his eyes and made a sassy-but-logical remark when they
need it most?
He quickly shook his head, standing up from his slumped-over
position. He looked over at Mike finally, trying to pull himself
from these stupid depressing thoughts. The Losers weren't
separating. He didn't know how he was going to stop it, but he
was going to stop it. Besides, he didn't need to worry about it
yet. He hadn't even started filling out applications, so it
wasn't like anything was actually happening yet, right?
"A-a-anyway, sorry for all that b-bullshit," he said, trying his
best to give a genuine smile. He loved Mike. Mike didn't need to
have Bill's baggage dumped on him. "W-what do you want to do at
the fair?" he asked. If he was going to miss out on the
fireworks, the least the Losers could do it make sure that Mike
had a good time while he could.
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It didn't hurt at all when Richie slapped him on the back. Eddie
knew that. It was more of an inconvenient sting than anything
else, but it was the shock of the whole thing that made him cry
out. "OW! Stop hitting me!" he snapped before returning the slap
with a weak one on Richie's arm. He then foled his arms over his
chest and shook his head. "Nope. Nuh-uh," he said. "Doesn't
matter. I'm not getting my hands all wet and sticky right before
I eat ice cream and hang out on a bunch of sweaty rides in the
middle of summer," he argued. "Just standing here makes me feel
like I need to wash my hands," he added. "And I'm not a stick in
the mud. I'm just right."
Eddie's smile -- at making jokes about Richie -- immediately
fell into a scowl when, once again, he had to bring up his
mother. He understood that your mom jokes were funny to some
people, but he didn't understand Richie's fascination with his
mom in particular. Eddie loved his mother dearly, but she was
definitely the least attractive of all the Losers' moms.
Probably. He didn't exactly think about the attractiveness of
anyone's mom, especially not his own. But he knew that, as much
as he hated to admit it, his mom was severely overweight and way
too loud. Men didn't like that, did they? They didn't seem to.
So why Richie would lie about it made so sense. On top of that,
it bothered the shit out of him. He loved his mom and really
wished Richie would leave her alone sometimes. "You're not
fucking my mom! Stop saying you are!" he shouted. Eddie squealed
when he felt Richie's fingers on his cheek and he started
swatting frantically. But Richie was already at the sheep. "And
I'm not cute! Stop calling me cute!"
Regardless of how annoyed he was, he still followed Richie. He
supposed he always would. Even though he wanted to punch him
sometimes -- most of the time, really -- he'd stay by his side.
Besides, it wasn't like Richie was going to lead him to
something that would hurt him, right? At least, not on purpose.
Eddie raised an eyebrow and grunted at Richie's comment. "Shut
the fuck up, Richie. We all know you're not sleeping with
anyone," he said, rolling his eyes. Then, Richie dared to stick
his tongue out and Eddie screamed, scrambling back from him.
This asshole was going to lick him? Hell no. "Don't you fucking
dare!" he screamed. "I'm serious, Richie!" But he stopped,
instead grabbing Eddie's wrist. He tried to wiggle free, but
Richie had already forced Eddie's hand onto the sheep, adding a
promise of extra sprinkles on his ice cream.
The sheep was soft, warm. It didn't even feel like his hand was
sinking into something like it did when you petting most
animals. The wool was bouncy, like a sponge instead of the cloud
he was expecting. He was holding his face as far away from the
creature as he could, determined not to let the thing breathe on
him. It wasn't unpleasant, he'd admit. But he removed his hands
quickly regardless. "Okay. There. I did it. I expect those
sprinkles like you promised," he said, more quiet now that he
wasn't as angry.
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Stan was enjoying himself, for the most part. It wasn't quiet
or, at least, nearly as quiet as he preferred, but it was still
better than literally standing between Richie and Eddie while
they bickered. It was about a peaceful as he could get at the
Derry Summer Fair, he supposed. And it wasn't that bad, really.
He and Henrietta were getting along swimmingly. No one was
bothering her and no one was bothering Stan. He was able to talk
to her, softly whispering to the cow as he petted her as gently
as he could manage. Stan was a gentle person by nature, a
soft-spoken individual. It was why he liked animals so much.
Especially birds. But chickens were some of the less graceful
birds, so he didn't love
them as much. But this cow was soft and gently and doing
nothing wrong to anyone. He loved her very much.
But then Richie and Eddie started screaming, more than usual,
and Stan couldn't help but glance over at them. Again. Eddie was
being touched. A lot. Richie was truly obsessed with that
squirrel hypochondriac, wasn't he? It seemed like he couldn't go
five minutes without touching him in some way. Stan was
definitely going to tell his bubbe about this next time he saw
her. She loved to keep up with all the drama, especially when it
was about Richie and Eddie. She thought they were the most
entertaining. While it would be fun to talk about them to his
grandmother, it certainly wasn't fun to listen to now. Eddie was
being extremely shrill, squealing and screaming a lot more than
usual. Stanley could tell he was getting really, really
aggravated by the whole thing. On the plus side, he did stick up
for Stan when Richie made the awful comment about the animals
being slaughtered.
Eddie eventually calmed down. Once Richie forced him to pet a
sheep, that is. Stan was sorta happy for that. At least Eddie
wasn't screaming any more and he tried something new. Richie had
a way of forcing Eddie outside of his comfort zone. Maybe it was
because he was the only one willing to put up with Eddie talking
long enough to do something. There was no way in Hell Stan was
going no try that hard just to get Eddie to pet a sheep. Stan
looked back to Henrietta, smiling softly at her before gently
kissing her on the head. Was it sanitary? Probably not. Eddie
would have screamed at him had he saw anything. But Stanley felt
like he really bonded with the creature, so who cares? After a
few moments, he walked back over to Richie and Eddie, keeping
his mouth shut about the discourse for the time being.
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Ben smiled and laughed quietly when Beverly said that the sheep
liked him. "You think so?" he asked, petting the snot-covered
sheep for a few more moments. "You don't think he's mad at me
for wiping his snot on him?" he added with a goofy smile. "Cause
I know I'd sure be," he said. Ew. Awkward. Why did he say that?
He didn't have to say that. He could have just said I hope he
likes me or something like that. Or I think they like you too.
But instead, he had to make everything uncomfortable. Good going
Ben. Way to make things weird. "Sorry. That was weird. I'm glad
you think he likes me. Good to know I'm not torturing the poor
thing," he said, trying to cover his tracks.
Ben watched as Beverly reached for her curls, touching her own
hair, and he smiled softly at the sight. He was glad she loved
her hair as much as he did. Or, at least, she seemed to. She was
beautiful and shouldn't change anything about herself for as
long as she lived. He knew she didn't have the easiest life, so
the fact that she took pride in her red locks was something he
was happy about. But then she seemed to snap out of her
thoughts, which immediately caused Ben to snap to attention as
well. He straightened up a little bit, nodding at her
suggestion. "Yeah, and we can always come back later if we want
to," he said with a shrug. He laughed at the mention of Richie.
"I don't think it'll matter. I think Eddie's gonna kill him," he
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[center]Beverly laughed when Ben asked if she was sure the sheep
liked him after whipping his own snot on him. She knew he was
joking, but she figured a sheep wouldn't get too upset over
something like that. Ben almost immediately started to backtrack
though like he sometimes did, apologizing and stating that what
he had said was weird. She never understood why he did that, and
wasn't sure if it was because he felt like he had to prove
himself to her for some reason or not. Ben had been apart of the
losers for just about as long as she had. He had no reason to
work so hard to try and impress her, she already loved Ben. Ben
was one of the smartest and kindest people she had ever met,
making her already very impressed. She wished she knew as much
as him, or was as nice as him. If it wasn't for his shyness, she
was sure he would have even more friends than just the Losers.
Then again, she guessed his weight had some reason to do with
why he didn't have as many friends either, which was ridiculous,
but Beverly hadn't failed to notice that he had started to lose
quite a bit of weight over the past few years.
"You don't have to apologize, Ben," Beverly tried to assure the
boy, scratching the sheep she was petting behind the ear like
she would with her aunt's cat when she was little. "It's nice
when you joke around," she told him with a smile. She was never
the best at making jokes herself, but some of her favorite
moments with the Losers would be when they were all messing
around and teasing one another. It put her at ease to know that
they were all comfortable enough with one another to do such a
thing, even if Richie tended to take things too far at times.
After suggesting that they should go, Ben told her that they
could always come back if they wanted to. Beverly nodded, but
thought that she probably wouldn't be coming back. As nice as it
had been to pet a sheep for the first time, it still kind of
bothered her to think of the animals futures. She'd rather spend
time watching the boys play games or riding some of the rides.
She laughed again at Ben's comment about Eddie killing Richie,
looking back over at the two boys. From the looks of things, it
seemed like Richie had gotten Eddie to pet one of the sheep,
which was a huge step for Eddie. She smiled at the sight. As
bothersome as those two could be sometimes with all their
bickering and shouting, she knew it was all out of love... and
on Richie's end, probably out of an even deeper form of love.
She would ask him about it, but she knew it wasn't her place.
Richie would tell her whenever he was ready, if that day ever
came. "If Eddie doesn't, Stan will," she joked, putting her
hands in her overalls. "Come on, lets go back to the others and
wash our hands. Yours still have snot on them," she grinned,
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[center]Everyone knew that Eddie had the tendency to overreact
about almost everything, but Richie still wondered for a brief
second if he had actually hurt Eddie after slapping his back and
Eddie crying out. He figured the real reason he had snapped was
more out of surprise than pain, and rolled his eyes and
snickered when Eddie weakly hit him back with all the force of a
small, decorative feathered pillow. He once again refused to
touch any of the animals, carrying on about how disgusting the
petting zoo was to him before defending himself after Richie's
comment about him being a stick in the mud. Richie definitely
wasn't going to let him get away without touching at least one
of the animals. They were all going to be eighteen fairly soon,
even if Eddie had a little bit more a ways to go, and Eddie
needed to start getting out of his comfort zone. Of course,
Eddie's comfort zone was more like a fucking impenetrable
fortress than anything. Richie had known him for almost all his
life and he still refused to do just about anything unless he
was forced to.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You're totally a stick in
the mud! Stan, back me up on this!" Richie requested, determined
to get Eddie to see that he was a major party pooper, but even
so, he was still one of Richie's closest friends, and he, well,
loved him for it. Maybe if Eddie finally had the epiphany that
he was a stick in the mud he'd start trying things more. It was
doubtful, but Richie still had hope. Really, he was just tired
of Eddie missing out on so much in his life, and once again, he
blamed Sonia for it. "Don't roll in the grass, Eddie Bear! Don't
play in the mud! Don't you dare go to that quarry and get all
wet! Your allergies! The bacteria!" The incredible amounts of
bullshit that fatass fed to him. If she knew so much and was so
healthy, then why did she weigh four hundred pounds? Stupid
bitch.
Richie laughed when Eddie started to squeal and shriek about
Richie talking about his mom again and calling him cute. "You
wound me, Edward!" Richie said dramatically, watching Eddie
flail at nothing. "I wish you wouldn't live in such denial about
me and your mom. There's no telling when you're going to have to
start referring to me as daddy!" he teased, laughing at his own
joke. "Oh, how I long for that day! Then you'll have to listen
to me when I call you cute." Richie laughed some more, petting
the sheep he was closest to.
Richie knew Eddie was just putting him in his place or whatever
with his comment about Richie not sleeping with anyone, but it
still kinda stung for some reason. Yeah, he didn't really care
that he wasn't getting his dick wet (he was only seventeen and
was sure that even some of the cool seventeen year old kids
weren't getting much action), but he guessed he only cared since
it was Eddie, the only person he had any interest in, saying it.
If he had it his way, things would be different, but Eddie
wasn't at all interested in him, or any boy, and that was fine.
Nothing he could do about it, and he was happy for Eddie. He was
happy he didn't have to be this way. If it weren't for Sonia, he
could be a completely normal kid. That's all Richie wanted for
him.
Richie was pulled from his thoughts by Eddie yelling at him some
more, afraid that Richie was actually going to lick him. He was
rather pleased with himself when he caught the boy by surprise
and had him pet a sheep instead. Richie expected to get hit
again and yelled at, but instead, he kind of surrendered,
petting the sheep as Richie let go. Sure, he was bending back
awkwardly, but he still pet the thing before quickly withdrawing
his hand. Richie smiled, proud of himself, but mostly proud of
Eddie, and laughed when Eddie brought up the sprinkles promise.
He had honestly been joking about that, but if Eddie actually
wanted extra sprinkles, then that's what he would get. "You got
it, boss!" Richie said with a salute before wrapping his arm
around Eddie's shoulders. "Now come on, lets blow this popsicle
and really start having some fun," he insisted, turning to Stan
who had just joined them and dropping his arm back to his side,
suddenly feeling a little more self-conscious before pointing
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[center]Mike watched as Bill attempted to pet a nearby goat that
was standing on its hind legs, smiling slightly when it thrashed
its head a bit when it discovered Bill didn't have any food for
it. Out of all the animals, the goats were definitely the
biggest hogs. Mike couldn't keep feeding them though or his
Grandfather would get mad. At the farm, they stuck to a strict
diet. Only at the petting zoo did they get to have more than
what was intended for them, and it quickly went to their heads.
Bill agreed that Beverly deserved better, listing off some of
her qualities. Mike smiled, thinking it was sweet when Bill
talked about her. He never had a bad thing to say about her, and
Mike didn't really blame him. He didn't have anything
particularly bad to say about the Losers either, but then Bill
shrugged himself off, insinuating that he wasn't good enough for
Beverly. "You really help her out a lot, you know," Mike pointed
out, giving in to one of the goats that kept bleating at him and
feeding it a little more. "Thanks to you, she gets to get away
more. You've helped us all out, Bill. Give yourself some more
credit," he told him, lightly pushing away the goat he had just
fed. "You deserve to have some happiness in your life," he added
before Bill starting talking about going away with Beverly. Mike
didn't comment on Bill including himself in Bev's future again.
It was up to them to discuss their futures with one another, not
his. He saw all the Losers being apart of his futures, but in
what ways, he wasn't sure. Some he might only get to write to,
others he would probably talk to on the phone, and maybe one or
two he'd be fairly close to. They might meet up every now and
again on special occasions. Mike certainly hoped so. "I wouldn't
blame either one of you for getting out of here as soon as you
can," he admitted. "Derry used to feel like home, but more and
more it just feels like an obligation."
Bill stood up straight, and Mike brushed off his hands that had
some hay clinging to them. Bill apologized for his openness, and
Mike shook his head and held up a hand. "I'm always here to
listen," he assured him. "That's what Losers do, right?" Mike
asked. Bill asked him what he wanted to do at the fair and Mike
shrugged, looking out at all the lights and the crowd. "I might
try my hand at some of the games," he mused, sticking his hands
in his jeans. "Some of the rides look fun too, but I just don't
wanna get puked on by Richie," Mike said with a grin, looking
over at the rest of the Losers and noticing that they all seemed
to be coming back together to go out into the fair. "Guess I'll
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Bill was truly thankful to have a friend like Mike. They all
should have been more grateful, should have appreciated him
more. There was no better listener in the Losers Club. He never
asked for anything in return, was always among the most mature
of them. Bill realized this -- it was why he always found
himself drawn to Mike in his own moments of weakness -- yet he
still couldn't stop himself from taking advantage of his
friend's kindness. He needed Mike more than he cared to admit.
He needed all of them more than he'd care to admit. It was one
of the many reasons he felt so horrible all the time. He felt
like he, himself, had become a little irrelevant, like he was
burdening the group of seventh-wheeling. Mostly, he felt like
everyone stuck around him out of obligation and blind loyalty,
not that they actually cared for him. His parents adopted such a
mentality when Georgie died. Even they knew that Bill could have
stopped the death of the innocent six-year-old.
He was having a hard time thinking about something other than
Georige when they approached the funhouse. He remembered how his
brother always argued with his parents during the Summer Fair.
He wanted to go in the funhouse. He was too young to try and run
through the thing himself and his parents would only let him go
if Bill accompanied him. But he didn't feel like trying t
comfort a crying child when the clowns jumped out at him or the
floor shifted beneath his feet or he fell on the circular
entrance. He didn't want to have to guide a five-year-old
through the mirror maze. So, Georgie had to wait outside while
Bill went through by himself. It was a trivial moment, something
so stupid to be hung up, but it was all Bill could think about
when everyone suggested it was where they go next. He wasn't a
good brother that day. He wasn't sure he was ever a good
brother, the more he thought about it. He squeezed Beverly's
hand without realizing he was doing it, so lost in thought.
The thoughts shifted from his head the minute he stepped foot
onto the rotating entrance, only then remembering how hard it
was to walk through something that was spinning like that. He
haphazardly maneuvered his way through the barrel, standing on
the other side and gesturing for the other Losers to follow him.
"I-it's not as hard as it l-looks," he said, though he was sure
the others probably knew that. If Eddie were here, he would have
fallen all over the thing. He was probably the clumsiest of them
all. Which was odd. You'd expect it to be Ben. It was dark in
the funhouse, just like he remembered. Yet another reason
Georgie couldn't have done this alone. The kid was terrified of
the dark. Most kindergarteners were. He practically abandoned
his little brother that day, just like he did the day he died.
He didn't have him to hold onto anymore. But he still had his
friends and he needed to stick with them for as long as
possible. Even if it meant standing awkwardly while Ben fumbled
his way through the tunnel.
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Eddie was incredibly relieved to be out of the petting farm
finally. Mike was great and Eddie was sure his animals were
totally fine, but being away from all the dirt and the fur and
the animal shit was pleasant. He'd washed his hands at least
four times before he was willing to get back out into the fair
and he knew he was going to hear shit for it. But he wasn't
apologizing. Getting rid of all the germs and the dirt and the
dander on his hands was absolutely necessary for a number of
reasons. For one, he needed to be clean. He wasn't about to get
sick because of all of this. Secondly, he had to make sure his
mom wouldn't find any dirt or anything on him later that night.
If his mom knew he spent time around sheep and goats and
chickens, she'd probably have a heart attack. And then she'd
scream at him and forbid him from ever going to the Derry Summer
Fair ever again for the rest of his life.
He was going to have more fun now anyway. Sure, petting the
sheep wasn't as horrible as he thought it would be. It was
actually not horrible at all. The sheep was soft and never
snapped at him, so that was a plus. But he wouldn't admit that.
Then Richie wins and Eddie was not having that. At least, he
wasn't planning on letting Richie win. He didn't want him to win
much of anything. He wanted to shut the guy up by taking him out
at something, but that didn't seem to be working out too well
for him that night. He should have known this was going to go
this way. Richie had challenged him -- and Stan, but Stan
obviously didn't care -- to see who could win the most fair
games. Eddie was an idiot for thinking that he was going to beat
Richie at half of this stuff. The guy practically breathed
games. The dumber the better. Eddie, on the other hand, didn't
have much experience outside of the few times he'd been roped
into playing Street Fighter with Richie. Of course he was going
to do poorly.
"Shit," he said, watching as the dart missed yet another
balloon. He really thought he'd be better at this. He thought
he'd be able to hit something by his third try. He should be
able to see where he messed up and adjust, but that was not
working out too well for him. He gritted his teeth, waiting for
Richie to inevitably start laughing. His turn was over. He
didn't get anything. Not even a consolation prize. It was
Richie's turn now and he wasn't looking forward to it. "I'm
gonna go again after you because there's no way this thing isn't
rigged," he said, but he wasn't sure that was the case. He
wasn't sure how they could, realistically, rig this particular
game. But he wanted to try again. For one thing, he really
wanted to beat Richie at something. But he also really wanted
this teddy bear that he saw on the top shelf. He wasn't going to
tell anyone that though. What kind of sixteen-year-old boy still
wants a teddy bear?
He briefly looked over his shoulder, searching for Stan. He was
supposed to stick with Eddie and Richie while the others went
into the funhouse, but of course he wandered off on his own. He
didn't care about the stupid competition Eddie and Richie were
locked in. He kept saying something about playing that stupid
fish game? He thought it was a waste of time, but he guessed it
didn't really matter. He couldn't see Stanley, which worried him
a little bit. "Actually, maybe after your turn, we should go
find Stan. He's probably losing that stupid fish game again,
right?" he asked, assuming that Stan wouldn't just take off
unless he actually had an idea of something to do.
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Stanley didn't intentionally separate himself from Richie and
Eddie. He actually spoke up at least three times after they left
the petting farm, telling them that he wanted to play the fish
bowl game before they did anything else. He didn't think either
of them heard him over their constant bickering though. And if
they did, they were just ignoring him because they didn't
respond to anything he said. They didn't even look back to
acknowledge him. He shrugged it off as typical Richie and Eddie
behavior. But, since they weren't paying attention and didn't
notice that he was walking behind them the whole time, he
figured it wouldn't bother them if he just sorta... left. He
wasn't exactly contributing anything to the group and Richie
would probably rather be alone with Eddie anyway. That way he
could poke him and touch him or whatever without thinking Stan
was judging him or something. Besides, Stan enjoyed having time
to himself. The fair was loud either way, but it was much easier
to deal with children screaming on the small roller coaster than
those two idiots yelling at each other.
It took him a little longer than he'd hoped to find the fish
bowl game and the line was longer than he would have liked,
mostly full of young children and their parents. He took his
place regardless, watching as elementary-aged kids walked away
with goldfish in bags. Some parents looked excited for their
children, others looked like they wanted to die. They reminded
him of his own father, who would never approve of an animal in
the house. He wasn't entirely sure what his reasoning was, but
he'd been very opposed to something even as simple as a goldfish
for as long as Stan could remember. He was opposed to anything
that made people happy, really. He thought it was a Jew thing
for a little while, but he was beginning to notice that it was
just a Donald Uris thing. He promised himself that he'd never be
like his father when he grew up. If his children wanted a fish,
then dammit they'd get a fish. Or a cat or a puppy or whatever.
His kids would never get yelled at for who they spent time with
or for how strictly they adhered to anything religious. They
would never be forced to hate themselves for the sake of
tradition during Yom Kippur. They'd never be forced to hate
themselves in general.
He shook these thoughts from his head as he quickly made his way
through the line. He noted one little girl crying while walking
away from the setup, obviously upset that she didn't win
anything. Stan gritted his teeth at the sound. He'd learned from
a very early age to not cry in front of his father. Part of him
felt nice that the little girl was being comforted by her mother
instead of berated for having emotions. But he also felt
terrible that she was crying at all. He knew the fair made money
off people losing games, but maybe there should be a system that
lets small children take home a fish regardless. Realistically
speaking, how much money would they lose by giving away a
seventeen cent goldfish? They could disappoint all the adults
for all he cared, but not a four-year-old girl.
It was eventually his turn. He got three tries. He was terrible
at this game and he was sure history was going to repeat itself.
It's why he wasn't particularly worried about it. He was just
the normal amount of stressed. He threw the first ball, missing
all the bowls entirely. He heard a few teenage boys laugh
somewhere. That was fair. It was odd, Stanley though. He was a
pretty decent baseball player. Throwing these ping pong balls
and getting them in the right bowl should be easy for him. But
he always struggled. He didn't quite understand the logic behind
his overall lack of skill. He threw the second ball. This one
landed in a bowl, but an empty bowl. Which doesn't count. He
gritted his teeth for a moment but eventually shrugged it off.
He knew he wasn't going to win anyway. Having all but given up,
he very casually and apathetically tossed the last ball in the
general area, not even aiming. It plopped down into another
bowl. A winning bowl.
"Congrats, kid. You won," the worker said, very
unenthusiastically. He reached behind a counter and pulled out a
plastic bag, a small goldfish with pale, translucent fins. She
was very pretty, much prettier and fancier than he expected a
carnival goldfish to be. Stan smiled brightly at the sight,
gently taking the bag from the man's hand. It took him a second
to really take into account that he just won this game, for the
first time in his life. "Thank you, sir," he said, quickly
trying to mask his smile. "Yeah, sure thing," said the man, not
even looking up from what he was doing. Stan started walking,
rather slowly so not to disturb his new friend, staring into the
bag and whispering kind words to the creature. Gwendolyn, that
was her name now.
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Ben was happy to have a few moments alone -- or semi-alone --
with Beverly, even if they were sorta uncomfortable and just
them bonding over sheep. He really enjoyed spending time with
her, especially when she didn't feel so obligated to stick by
Bill's side the whole time. But, honestly, he could live with
that too. He just liked being around her. And he liked seeing
her happy, so he'd do whatever it took to maintain that. Even if
it meant awkwardly fumbling behind everyone as they left the
petting farm and washed their hands. Richie, Eddie, and Stan
wanted to go off and play some games for a little bit. Ben
wondered if that was actually what they wanted to do or if they
just wanted to avoid the funhouse. Despite it being called a
funhouse, it was rigged with all sorts of jump scares that he
knew Stan and Eddie probably wouldn't handle too well. He didn't
judge them for it and no one else really did either. Except
maybe Richie, but that didn't stop him from ditching with the
other boys anyway.
That left Ben with Beverly, Bill, and Mike. A good bunch, he
thought. With any luck, Mike and Bill would be talking most of
the time. Bill seemed to be in a weird mood today, so hopefully
that would work out in his favor and Ben could stick close to
Beverly without it being weird. They were walking toward the
funhouse, which was mmuch larger than Ben expected and something
of a centerpiece to the whole fair. He didn't feel too great
about it, but he'd get over it. He knew there'd be a few things
to jump out at him, that there'd probably be a few trap floors
and that he might struggle to get through some of the obstacles.
But he felt better about it this year than he did in the past.
He'd really being doing a lot to get himself in shape, to be
able to handle trivial things like this much easier. He was
ready to put all his hard work to the test and see how it goes.
Bill was the first one to go through the rotating barrel that
served as the entrance. He was going in rather impulsively, Ben
noted. But that wasn't uncommon for someone like Bill, someone
so naturally brave. He made it look a lot easier than it
probably was and Ben was just waiting for the laughter. He knew
he'd be the one to mess this up. He waited for everyone else to
step through before making the attempt, carefully placing his
feet and immediately tripping, losing his balance. He caught
himself on the walls of the barrel, remember that he had to be
moving pretty constantly as he made his way through the
entrance. After a few moments -- a little longer than he'd hoped
and definitely the longest wait of all the Losers -- he finally
made it through. "Sorry about that. Lost my balance," he said,
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[center]As much as Beverly loved spending time with Bill or Ben,
she was happy when all the Losers finally came together after
the petting farm. Even though she knew they would probably split
off into groups again, it was nice to see the others, especially
Mike and Richie whose summer jobs had kept them more busy than
the others. Richie had been working at the gas station since he
had turned sixteen, and while it meant seeing him less, his boss
also never seemed to have a problem with people visiting him.
Plus, he was able to get her Marlboros cheaper than anywhere
else she usually got them. He would also sometimes grab them
snacks when they went to the clubhouse. Still, meeting with the
Losers just wasn't the same if all the Losers weren't there. It
felt like they were all pieces of a puzzle, and the puzzle
couldn't be completed without each on of them together.
As suspected, the Losers ended up splitting into two groups,
with herself, Bill, Ben, and Mike going to the funhouse while
the unholy trinity went to go play games. Beverly would have
tried harder to get them all to go together, but she knew Eddie
and Stan weren't fans of things with potential jump scares, and
Richie usually went wherever Eddie did unless prompted
otherwise. Apparently the three had some bet going on anyways,
so Beverly simply waved goodbye to them as they split up. She
knew they'd be seeing them again later anyways.
When they approached the funhouse, Beverly could tell that Bill
was somewhere else mentally as he squeezed her hand. She looked
to him and then the funhouse, unable to piece anything together.
She knew Bill couldn't possibly be scared of the place. Out of
all of them, she had always seen Bill as the bravest when it
came to any situation. "You okay?" Beverly murmured to him,
touching his arm with her free hand. It didn't take Bill long to
snap out of whatever trance he was in though, entering the
funhouse tunnel first. Beverly had to let go of his hand as he
stumbled through the moving barrel. She smiled to herself as she
watched him, and then readied herself to enter the tunnel after
him.
She wasn't completely prepared as she first entered the tunnel,
stumbling slightly herself and catching herself on the wall
before continuing the rest of the way without much more trouble.
Once you got used to the speed and rotation, it wasn't
difficult. Mike made it through seemingly effortlessly, smiling
as he reached them and Beverly linked hands with Bill again. The
gesture was like second nature to her now. "You can do it, Ben!"
Beverly cheered, guessing that he might have more of an issue
with the tunnel than the rest of them did, which he did. Almost
right away, he tripped and fell, and Bev loosened her grip on
Bill's hands, about to go and help him before he got up himself,
clinging to the walls as he made his way through. "It happens to
the best of us," she said with a smile. "But you got through it.
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[center]Richie was glad to finally be playing games. Honestly,
it was his favorite thing about the fairs in Derry. Derry might
have been a small town, but they really knew how to go all out
for events, and they had almost every fair game Richie could
think of. However, Richie was slightly bummed that he wouldn't
be going through the funhouse, but he guessed it was for the
best. If memory served him right, there was a clown section, and
he had never been big on clowns. He would have still gone
anyway, but Eddie and Stan didn't even have to say anything for
Richie to know that they would be opting out of the funhouse.
Neither one of them had ever been big on such things, but Richie
wondered if Eddie would have grabbed onto him had he of gotten
scared. It was a stupid thought, but it still crossed his mind.
Richie ditched the rest of the gang going into the funhouse
simply because Eddie and Stan did. He had made a bet with the
two Losers, and honestly, any chance he had to spend with Eddie
he'd take, even if it meant waiting longer for him to wash his
hands after briefly petting a sheep, or having to miss out on a
funhouse or a ferris wheel. They could still have their own fun
doing their own thing, and Richie was ready to kick both the
other boy's asses at the games. Games is what he excelled at. It
was foolish for Eddie to ever think he stood a chance. As for
Stan, well, he had never technically accepted the challenge, but
Richie was including him anyway.
It didn't take long, however, for Stan to leave and go out on
his own. While Richie and Eddie had been bickering about
dandruff shampoo, in which Richie used exclusively and Eddie
apparently had some vendetta against, he had noticed out of the
corner of his eye Stan slip away. Richie didn't say anything
about it because he figured he was going to play that dumb
fishbowl game he tried every year, and Richie didn't want to
join him only to see him fail again. Instead, he followed Eddie
to the balloon dart game, which was one of his personal
favorites. It helped that he usually knew how they rigged them
too, putting himself to what he thought was an advantage.
Hopefully it wouldn't be rigged too badly this year, if at all,
so Eddie stood more of a chance. He knew Eddie would never admit
it, but Richie saw him as the type of guy that cared about
certain prizes. Of course, if Eddie didn't win anything, Richie
could always win it for him and play it off like he was giving
it to him simply because he didn't want it.
Richie stood back and waited as Eddie went first, getting the
usual three tries to pop a balloon. His first attempt failed,
followed by his second, and Richie didn't fail to notice how he
looked at the large teddy bear on the top shelf as he failed at
his third and final attempt. Richie smiled to himself as he
looked at the bear, now determined to win it for Eddie himself
as the boy declared that he was going again after Richie because
the game is rigged. "Of course it's rigged, fucknut," said
Richie, stepping up to the booth. "The balloons aren't inflated
enough and the darts are probably duller than Stan," he told him
as the un-enthused guy running the gay gave Richie a dirty look
as he placed his darts on the table. Oops. "All you gotta do is
throw the darts a little harder after aiming," he finished,
picking up the first dart.
Before Richie could start though, Eddie changed his mind about
playing again, saying that they should probably look for Stan
instead. "Yeah he's at the stupid fish game," Richie said
confidently. "Every fucking year he has to go to that thing and
get shown up by a bunch of kids. I don't even know why he tries
so damn hard anyway. It's not like the Rabbi is going to let him
have a fish. That man would have a fucking conniption fit if
Stan decided to name one of the ants in their house." Perhaps he
had said too much, but it was the truth. Rabbi Uris sucked.
Sonia sucked. Beverly's dad sucked. Most of the Losers seemed to
have shitty parents.
He adjusted his glasses before closing one eye, taking aim at a
green balloon and throwing the dart as hard as he could without
throwing off his aim. The balloon popped, and Richie grinned,
grabbing the next dart and throwing it at a blue balloon that
also popped. Perfect, just one more and Richie could win Eddie
that bear. He took a deep breath, picking up hie last dart and
eyeing a red balloon as he took aim and threw the last dart.
"Yes!" he cheered as it popped, throwing a hand in the air and
banging his fist on the table in victory.
"Congrats, kid. Pick a prize," said the worker, actually looking
a bit disappointed that Richie won. That only made things
sweeter for him. "The teddy bear on the top self please, my good
sir," said Richie, smiling wildly as the worker took his time
grabbing the bear and handing it to Richie. "Thank you very
much," he said quickly before turning around quickly and
sticking the teddy bear out to Eddie. "An Eddie bear for Eddie
Bear!" Richie announced proudly despite hating the nickname that
Sonia frequently used. He was so excited he almost completely
forgot to play it cool, clearing his throat and adjusting his
glasses once more. "That is, uh, if you want it. I was never big
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wherever the Losers wanted to go, but everyone either seemed to
want to go to the funhouse or play games, leaving Mike to have
to choose a side. It didn't take long for him to do so, however,
seeing as how Richie, Eddie, and Stan were the ones ditching the
funhouse to go play games. When it came down to those three,
Mike usually just let them do their own thing, even if he
sometimes felt bad for Stan. Stan had known Richie for years, so
Mike figured he could handle the two on his own like he did a
lot of the time. So, Mike joined the rest of the Losers who
chose to go to the funhouse, staying behind Bill and Beverly as
they walked together.
Once they had approached the funhouse, Mike realized he had
never went through Derry's funhouse before, and he was curious
to see what was inside. He figured there would be the usual
optical illusions and puzzles, and he was glad he was going in a
group. If there was a mirror maze, he'd much rather go in a
group than go alone. It would more than likely take him an
embarrassingly long time to get through the maze on his own. He
felt like touching the glass was cheating, so he'd probably get
turned around a lot.
Bill went through the moving tunnel entrance first, hardly
having any trouble and stating that it was easier than it
appeared. Beverly went next, only having an issue at the
beginning before continuing through. Mike went after her,
finding it easier than he had been expecting watching the first
two, moving quickly through so Ben could go next. It was when
Ben went that the maze proved to be hardest, Ben tripping right
after he entered, but getting back on his feet quickly and
moving the rest of the way through. "You okay, Ben?" Mike asked
once the boy was through, patting his shoulder. He apologized
and explained himself, which Beverly quickly waved off, giving
the boy a wink about something Mike had apparently missed.
"Looks like clowns are next," Mike stated after everyone was
settled again, looking ahead and the giant stuffed and swinging
clown illuminated by black light. "They probably won't hurt too
badly if we run into them," he gathered, assuming that Bill
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Bill didn't particularly like it when his thoughts began to
drift. He never liked not being one-hundred-percent in the
moment. Though, he found himself lost in thought more often than
he liked, especially during certain times of the year. The
Summer Fair was one of those times, since it was something that
always reminded him of Georgie. The Holiday season was
significantly worse. He still often found himself staring a
little too long at toys in department stores that he thought his
brother would enjoy. Or would have enjoyed, had he been alive to
receive them. He didn't like talking about it. He didn't need to
talk about it, really. He didn't need the entire Losers Club to
know that he wasn't over a tragedy that happened five years ago.
It'd make him sound pathetic. Richie would have something
obnoxious to say about it. And there was nothing anyone could do
about it, so what was the boy in being bummed out all the time?
He hated that he had such a hard time pulling himself out of
this fog when he found himself in it.
He barely made out Bev's voice when she asked if he was okay,
probably responding to the fact that he squeezed her hand by
accident. He couldn't quite process what he was feeling into
words or even think about how to talk about this. He also
couldn't figure out whether or not he should bring anything up.
He probably shouldn't. Beverly wasn't dense. She'd know he was
lying if he played it off as if everything was normal. But maybe
he'd be able to say it just fast enough, move through the
funhouse mindlessly and with his usual 'let's do this bitch,'
attitude, she'd forget that he was acting weird at all and none
of this would even matter. He was sincerely hoping that was the
case. He shook his head really quickly, trying to pull himself
from this bullshit fog he was in. He needed to stay grounded,
for his friends if for nothing else. "Y-y-ye-yeah, I'm
f-f-fine," he said with a short nod before letting go of her
hand and entering the funhouse.
She followed him, stumbling. "Careful," he said, lurching
forward, but she'd already caught herself on the wall.
"Nevermind. You s-s-seem like you've got this," he added with a
small smile. Bev rarely ever really needed anyone's help. She
was independent, strong, confident. He loved that about her.
Regardless, he was always more than willing to offer a hand if
she needed it and he'd always be there to protect her. She
seemed to adjust to the barrel pretty quickly, making it through
pretty easily. He held out his hand for her to take once she
made it to the other side, and she did. He grinned, squeezing
her hand for a moment before watching as everyone else made
their way in. Mike was practically flawless. Bill wouldn't have
expected any different. He was an athletic individual, one who
probably thought this whole thing was a piece of cake.
Next was Ben, who struggled a little more than the rest of them.
Again, this wasn't surprising. Ben was not in the best shape.
Most of them weren't, for that matter. But Ben never backed down
from the challenge. He never let his lack of athleticism get in
the way of doing something, which Bill admired. He wished he
could have some of that unapologetic bravery. He liked others to
think he had that going for him, but in actuality, Bill let his
insecurities get in his way more often that the others probably
knew. He never auditioned for a school play, even when he really
wanted to, because he stuttered through all the dialogue. He
never performed his piano pieces in public for fear of being
asked to sing. He had a feeling, if Ben were in his shoes, he'd
do it regardless. Ben was stumbling his way through the tunnel,
catching himself and eliciting cheers from Bev. Bill felt her
grip loosen on his hand for a moment, which made him lurch
forward too, but Ben was doing fine on his own and eventually
came through. "N-no worries, Ben. I th-th-think the only one who
didn't trip was M-Mike," he said, looking over at his friend.
He let Bev and Ben have some weird little moment, brushing it
off as her just being friendly with a friend. Because, you know,
they were all friends and totally allowed to do that without it
being weird in any way. He glanced over at Mike, who had never
been in the funhouse before, Bill remembered. He mentioned the
clowns up next, which definitely reminded him of Georgie. The
kid loved clowns, but something about the funhouse clowns
definitely seemed like they would have made his baby brother
uncomfortable. "It d-d-doesn't hurt that bad," Bill said. "It's
the sh-sh-shock of getting hit with something that's b-b-bad,"
he added with a shrug. "If w-w-we're patient and careful, we'll
be f-f-ine. Good thing Richie's n-not here."
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Eddie blinked at Richie's comment. He knew Richie was right,
that's why he said the game was probably rigged to begin with.
And he should have expected Richie to jump back at him with his
usual obnoxious comments, but it was still a little weird to him
for some reason. "Who you callin' fucknut, fucknut?" he said,
elbowing Richie in the ribs. The boy then explained exactly how
the game was rigged, how the balloons weren't fully inflated and
the darts were dulled down and he nodded briefly at the
explanation. That made sense, he guessed. But he still thought
it was unethical. He laughed at the mention of Stanley being
dull. "Shit, that's pretty dull," he said. Richie then explained
how to win the game just by throwing the darts a little harder.
Eddie didn't think that would make too big of a difference for
him though, given that he wasn't really aiming too well to begin
with. The worker seemed not-too-happy with Richie giving away
trade secrets, which made Eddie snicker a little bit. "I think
you pissed him off," he said.
Eddie was a little shocked that Richie immediately knew where
Stan was, as if he paid attention earlier when they were
bickering about his shameful use of dandruff shampoo or
something. "I don't get why he doesn't just give up," he said.
He hummed when Richie mentioned Stan's dad. Eddie didn't like
the Rabbi. No one really liked the Rabbi. But, Eddie couldn't
help but agree with the man when it came to animals in the
house. "The Rabbi sucks ass, but I don't blame him for not
wanting a fish in the house. They're smelly and dirty and gross
and Stan's just gonna get attached and then it's gonna die and
he's gonna want another one. Or, worse, he'll want something
different. A fish is bad enough, but imagine if he asks for a
hamster or worse, a cat," he said. He cringed a the thought of
all the feces in the litterbox and all the dander and allergens
in the house. "But it doesn't matter since Stan's definitely
gonna lose anyway."
Richie started his turn at the game, making the whole thing look
easy. He must have been 100% correct about how the game was
rigged. He didn't seem to have much trouble
at all, which was probably making the guy who worked there
pretty unhappy. Eddie didn't care though. If the guy was mad,
who cares? He's the one who cheats people out of money with a
game designed to be nearly impossible to win. That's misleading.
False advertising. It's against the law, if you really think
about it. There's a reason that laws are designed to regulate
things like this, it's so people don't take advantage of each
other like this. If Richie beat him, good. He beat the system.
When Richie won, popping all three balloons, Eddie was pretty
happy, smiling at his stupid friend. But he also felt really
stupid because he lost so badly during his turn. His heart sank
a little bit when Richie asked for the bear, the very one that
Eddie had been eyeing this whole time. He already didn't like
that he lost and Richie won, but now Richie took the prize he
wanted.
But then Richie held the bear out to him and Eddie's eyes lit up
for a moment. Then he heard the name Eddie Bear come out of
Richie's mouth and he scowled. "Don't call me Eddie Bear," he
said. He folded his arms over his chest for a moment before his
gaze faltered back to the bear in Richie's hands, still extended
to him. Richie said he was never big on stuffed animals, and for
a brief moment, he thought that Richie might have intentionally
got this gift because he saw Eddie looking at it. But he
shrugged that thought off. Richie wasn't that thoughtful, was
he? "But, uh, yeah. Yeah, I'll take the bear," he muttered,
quickly snatching it from Richie's hands and hugging it to his
chest. "Thank you."
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Gwendolyn looked pretty content, Stan decided. Of course, she
had to be a little stressed. She was bouncing around in a
plastic bag whilst children screamed around her and lights
flashed. She had to be horribly overwhelmed, but he knew she was
doing as well as could be expected. It probably helped that Stan
was good at keeping a steady hand for the most part. And he
walked slowly to try and keep the water from swishing around. He
didn't want to disturb his new friend. He wanted to make sure
she stayed as calm as possible so she wasn't too stressed. He
wanted to make sure she had an easy transition from living in
the fair to living with him in a new, fancy aquarium. He was
going to have to drive to the pet store once the Losers decided
to leave so he could get everything set up. He still had some
money saved up from his birthday, so he was he was capable of
giving Gwendolyn everything she needed. He only hoped his father
wouldn't find out. Or, if he did, maybe he'd just let it go
since Stan already had the thing. Maybe, since Stan won
Gwendolyn, he'd consider her a trophy and let him keep her.
He wasn't watching where he was going as well as he should have
been. Instead, he was so focused on his scaley, water-breathing
friend. He almost walked past Richie and Eddie entirely, only
realizing that he'd approached them when it was a little late.
His friends were at the dart game and it appeared Eddie had won
something, since he was sporting a massive teddy bear. Stan
found that hard to believe, seeing as Eddie didn't fit into the
game scene very well whereas Richie dedicated a large portion of
his life to winning things. Still, the proof was right in front
of him. "Nice bear, Eddie. I take it you won," he said with a
smile, noting how Eddie seemed a bit protective over the stuffed
bear. Stan would have been more judgmental had he not reacted
like a small child himself to winning a goldfish.
His goldfish.
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Guess what?" he said, a little too
proudly before holding Gwendolyn up for his friends to see. He
was so excited that he won this year. He'd never won before and
he never felt the need to play that stupid game again. He had
his prize. He had this fish and he no longer felt ashamed of
trying so hard in the past. He knew they were probably going to
rip on him for this, but he didn't care. He won. "Her name is
Gwendolyn," he announced.
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Ben watched as Bill made it through the tunnel pretty quickly.
He stumbled a little bit, but he was fine overall. Just like Ben
expected him to be. He noted how odd Bill was acting. Or how
quiet he was, really. He reminded him more of Stan or Mike than
he did of... well... Bill. He wanted to ask about it, but
Beverly was already on that. She was so naturally attentive and
kind. She also went next, stumbling at first, causing Ben to
move forward, but he retreated immediately. Bill had already
called out to her and she had already caught herself. He didn't
need to insert himself in that situation. Besides, Bev could
take care of herself. Next was Mike, who made the whole thing
look way too easy. Ben envied him. He wanted to be in good shape
like that, to not have as much trouble with physical tasks as he
did most of the time. He was going to have to put forth more
effort into his workouts from now on.
He felt a little weird when Beverly cheered him on from the
other side. It made him feel like a little kid. But, on the
other hand, it was nice to have the encouragement. And it was
nice to know that she was watching and paying attention to him
and not wrapped up in whatever Bill was being so angsty about.
Bev wasn't the type of person to abandon her friends for her
relationship. Neither was Bill. He liked that about them. He
hated being so jealous all the time, but at least they still
acted like normal people and Bill never stole Beverly from him
or anything. "Thanks, Beverly," he said quietly when he caught
himself on the wall. He made his way through the tunnel, landing
shakily on the other side, but he was totally fine. And, despite
it being such a small achievement, he was proud of himself.
He nodded when Mike asked if he was okay. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just
a little clumsy," he said. He looked over at Beverly and
grinned. "Yeah, guess so. It didn't look like it was moving that
fast from the outside but I was wrong. I was wrong, wrong,
wrong," he said. He caught his breath after just a moment,
looking up and trying to see what he could see. The funhouse was
dark on the inside, aside from a few ominous lights. He
shouldn't have expected anything different. Then he heard
Beverly's NKOTB reference and he smiled brightly. "Yeah, I guess
the key is just to Keep on Smilin'," he replied with a quiet,
very quiet, chuckle. He nodded when Mike said that the clowns
were next, knowing that it probably knock him on his back if one
of them actually hit him. He was going to have to be careful to
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[center]Beverly had her doubts when Bill insisted he was fine
after seeming almost lost in another world. Although Bill never
talked about it, at least, not to her knowledge, she could see
that Bill was always carrying some sort of weight around on his
shoulders. She wished he would be more open with her, but lately
it was like Bill wanted to talk less and less about things. He
rarely talked about the future, which she somewhat understood,
and whenever something appeared to be bothering him, he shrugged
it off. She wanted Bill to feel like he was safe talking to her
about things, so she decided that she'd more than likely ask him
about it again later. It wasn't fair for Bill to have to carry
any sort of burden on his own. Not when he had her and so many
friends that he could rely on, but for now, she dropped it.
Making her way through the tunnel, Beverly was grateful when
Bill saw that she didn't need any help, smiling. She supposed in
moments like this she might have felt like Bill did when he kept
things from her. Maybe he did so because he felt like he didn't
need any help. That he was strong enough to handle everything on
his own. This is how she often felt about things. Living with
her father had made her believe that she could take care of
herself, but at the same time, being around him made her feel
weak. She didn't know why she still put up with him and his
abuse. He made her feel small and dirty, and she knew she could
always stay somewhere else, possibly with one of the Losers, but
he'd find her. As long as she stayed in Derry, she'd never be
able to escape from him. She was tired of being "his little
girl."
Bill held out his hand to Beverly, and she took it, happy to
escape her thoughts and home life in moments like this, smiling
when he squeezed her hand again. Quietly, she squeezed back,
watching as Mike made it through the entrance of the funhouse
with little to no issue. She admired his strength, and he
offered them a warm smile once he made it through. Mike was
truly one of the strongest and nicest people she knew. She
secretly wished that she could have the same kind of strength,
but she knew she couldn't join any of the sports teams at school
or anything to help. She already go enough shit as it was just
for hanging out with a group of boys.
Once Ben made it through, Mike asked if he was okay, to which he
replied that he was, just a bit clumsy. Beverly giggled when Ben
went on to say how wrong he was about the tunnel when he had
first looked at it. Then she smiled brightly when Ben made a
NKOTB reference back at her. It was probably silly for them to
keep using the same and few references they had, but for some
reason, the novelty had yet to wear off on her after all these
years. Ben was really the only one she had any inside jokes of
her own with. It helped that they shared a class together. This
year she was hoping to have more classes with the boys since it
was their last year in high school. The constant reminder of
that made her frown briefly, but Mike speaking up about the next
obstacle in the funhouse.
Beverly looked ahead to the swinging clowns, Bill telling
everyone that they don't hurt that bad as long as they're
patient and careful, mentioning that it was good that Richie
wasn't around. Beverly chuckled at that. If there was one thing
that Richie Tozier hated, it was clowns, ironically. "He should
take a look in the mirror every once and awhile," she teased in
Richie's absence, watching the clowns swing. She noticed that
there were moments where all the clowns would be to the left and
right, leaving the middle open. In those moments, she wanted to
suggest that they should just run through. She figured it would
be more fun and exhilarating that way, but she didn't want
anyone getting hurt, so she decided to follow Bill's advice
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fucknut, using the name against him and elbowing him in the
ribs. He laughed shortly, lightly pushing Eddie. "Shut the fuck
up, fucknut," he continued to tease, suddenly feeling the most
at ease he had all night. He loved these moments with Eddie when
it was just the two of them fucking around. Richie wasn't doing
his usual bullshit of trying to show off, and Eddie bickered
with him a lot less. Although his bickering was amusing, it was
moments like these that were just for them. At least, Richie
liked to believe that they were just for them. He liked to
believe that while Eddie didn't feel the same way about him, he
was still special to him.
Richie chuckled when Eddie agreed that something being as dull
as Stan was pretty damn dull. Of course, he was just joking
around, but Stan could be kinda a stick in the mud himself
sometimes. Richie, of course, still loved him though. He
shrugged when Eddie pointed out that the worker was probably
upset with him. "They hated Jesus for he told the truth... or
some shit like that," he said in response, glancing back at the
worker who wasn't currently paying him much attention.
Richie studied his darts while they discussed Stan, Richie
confirming that they were a little dull while Eddie voiced that
he didn't understand why Stan just didn't give up. "Beats me.
Guess he knows he won't win, so what's the harm in trying?" he
tried to empathize with Stan, lightly touching the tip of one of
the darts. Then Eddie started his shit about animals, saying
that he didn't blame the Rabbi for not wanting Stan to have a
pet. Jesus fucking Christ, how many times was Eddie going to go
off about how "disgusting" animals were tonight? "I don't know,
Eddie, maybe it's the same reason as why people want smelly,
dirty babies that they'll get attached to before they grow up
and die," Richie countered, starting to take aim at a balloon.
"Most people want pets. I'd do fucking anything to finally get
out of this dump and get a dog," he admitted. Richie had always
wanted a dog, but ever since he started going to Stanley's
Grandma's house, he had been wanting a dog even more. Of course,
Grandma Uris had a big dog, and Richie preferred something a bit
smaller. Something that could hop up on his lap and he could
snuggle with, as dumb as that sounded, but he did agree with
Eddie on one thing -- Stan was probably going to lose.
Three balloons popped, and Richie won the game, not noticing the
look on Eddie's face when he asked for the teddy bear he had
been eyeing as his prize. He did, of course, see Eddie's face
when he held the bear out to him, his whole face lighting up
before frowning at Richie's use of his mother's nickname for
him. Richie snickered, watching Eddie pout adorably like a
grouchy puppy before staring at the bear some more and then
finally, finally accepting it and hugging it against him,
thanking him. Richie's heart swelled with affection as he
watched the other boy, Eddie obviously happy with his new
friend. "Don't mention is, Eds," he said, softer than intended,
briefly ruffling the boy's curls and noting how soft they were.
Richie was about to make a comment about Eddie's hair, but
thankfully Stan returned, stopping him from saying something
incredibly stupid that would just make Eddie look at him funny.
He let out the breath he had been holding, and smiled when Stan
congratulated Eddie on winning the game he most certainly did
not win, but Richie didn't really care at the moment. Eddie was
happy, and that's all that mattered. "Yep! He sure did.
Surprised the fuck outta me," said Richie, throwing an arm
around Eddie's shoulders. "I'll totally kick your ass next time
though, Kaspbrak," he assured the boy with a wink before letting
him go.
It was then Richie took notice of what was in Stan's hands, and
before he could ask, Stanley held up the small goldfish in the
bag, announcing that it's name was Gwendolyn. Richie blinked,
staring at the fish in disbelief. "Holy shit." He leaned down
closer to the fish, watching it do a quick circle around the
bag. He couldn't believe that after all this time Stan finally
won, and right after he and Eddie had been shit-talking him.
Well, he guessed not all karma was a bitch. He was happy for
Stan. "Gwendolyn?" he asked, peering up at Stan with a raised
brow, smirking. "Seriously, dude? You try to win a fish for
years only to name it Gwendolyn?"
Richie was going to say more, but then, out of the corner of his
eye, he saw a group of familiar guys approaching them. His smile
fell immediately, standing up straight and taking an instinctive
step back towards Eddie as none of than the Bower's gang made an
appearance, already looking disgustingly smug despite having
done nothing yet. Richie's mind was already going a mile a
minute, thinking of all the things they could do and say, and he
knew no one else around them would care. No one ever did. For
years and years and years they had been dealing with Henry
Bowers and his group of jackasses, and no one had ever done
anything. The one thing he was grateful for though was that none
of them were in school any longer, but that didn't mean they
still didn't have to be afraid once they got out.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't the kike," said Bowers, looking
at Stan. "The girly boy," he went on, glancing at Eddie. "And
the fag," Henry said finally, saying the word Richie had been
waiting for, the word that was still written on his locker in
permanent ink, the word he had first used against him in the
arcade all those years ago, and looking at him. Richie's blood
was already boiling, but he also felt frozen in place, his heart
beating quickly. Every time they used that work against him, he
wondered how many people believed him, how many people the group
of bullies had told, how many people whispered about him in the
halls and saw him with Eddie, teasing him and staring at him
like a fucking idiot. The rest of the gang laughed at Henry's
unoriginal insults. Speaking of fucking idiots...
"What you got there, Kaspbrak?" asked Patrick Hockstetter,
stepping up to Eddie with a malicious grin on his face that
chilled Richie to the bone.
"Is that a fucking teddy bear?" Bowers laughed, the other boys
once again following suit.
"Is that for your mommy?" Hockstetter teased, starting to reach
out towards the bear Richie had just won.
"F-fuck off, Hockstetter," Richie said embarrassingly quiet,
stuttering just like Bill probably would. Fuck, he sounded so
weak.
Henry laughed again. "What was that, Tozier? Sticking up for
your boyfriend?" he asked.
Richie quickly looked away from Bowers, his heart pounding in
his chest. Shitshitshit.
"Or he your boyfriend?" Henry asked pointing at Stan. "You fags
will really just suck any dick you can get, huh?" he went on,
walking up to Stan. "Nice fish, kike," he said, leaning down
towards Stan. Richie clenched his fists by his side, wanting to
tell Henry to get some original material, but unable to.
"Excited to take it home and show your father?" he sneered,
leaning even closer to Stan before his face suddenly fell into
something much more serious and demented. "Stay out of my town,
you dirty Jew," Henry spat, raising a hand. Richie's eyes
widened, briefly expecting Henry's hand to collide with Stan's
face, but, instead, Henry hit the bagged fish in Stanley's
hands.
Richie watched as the bag collided with the ground with an
unceremonious plop! The sound of the gang's laughter sounding
almost distant to him as he squeezed his fists even tighter,
starting to see red. He didn't even look to see if the fish was
still moving before he was suddenly moving again himself,
storming up to Bowers. "You fucking prick! I'll fucking--"
Richie raised a fist, ready to strike, but he was too slow, and
his fat mouth had already given him away, giving Bowers the
perfect chance to strike first, hitting him square in the nose
and knocking him to the ground. "Fuck!" Richie exclaimed,
grabbing his nose and already feeling blood against his skin,
warm and thick as it trickled down to his lips. Shit.
The gang continued to laugh until Vic spoke up. "Come on, Henry,
we're drawing attention," he pointed out as Henry started to
approach Richie.
Richie looked beyond Bowers, and sure enough, some people were
starting to stare, but, as usual, no one was doing anything
else.
"Lets go find the other ones," Vic suggested walking up to Henry
and reaching out only for the other boy to smack his hand away.
"Fuck you, faggot," Henry spat before grinning yet again, his
eyes twinkling with a certain look of evil that Richie had never
seen in another person's eyes. Bowers was truly psychotic, but,
thankfully, he seemed to consider Vic's words, taking a few
steps back and smirking before spitting at Stan's fish on the
ground. "Come on, lets go," he said to the others, already
starting to walk further into the fair, the others following,
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of the tunnel, blaming his clumsiness for why he tripped. "I
thought it was going to be much slower than it looked," said
Mike, waving off Ben's reasoning. Everyone had almost tripped,
as Bill pointed out, except, well, except for himself, which was
true. Mike rubbed the back of his neck, smiling. "I, uh, still
struggled a little," he answered honestly before Ben and Bev
shared a little moment, saying what Mike could only assume was
inside jokes to one another. It was nice that they were able to
have moments like that, especially since it seemed like Ben
wasn't as close with the other Losers as he was to Beverly.
Bill said that the next part of the funhouse didn't hurt that
badly, adding that they'd be fine if they were patient, to which
Mike nodded. Then Bill mentioned Richie, and Mike chuckled, only
to laugh at Beverly's remark. It was definitely a good thing
Richie wasn't there or else he would have totally had something
to say about that, which would probably trigger a traditional
Richie and Eddie bickerfest.
They all approached the swinging clowns, and Bev asked Bill if
he was going to go first again. While Bill decided, Mike tried
to look ahead at what was next, but it was too dark to see. If
he had to guess, it was more than likely the mirror maze they
advertised outside, which Mike was honestly pretty excited for.
Mirror mazes had always sounded fun to him, and he didn't mind
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He was relieved when Bev dropped the subject, not pestering him
or pressing forward like so many other people probably would
have. He didn't need to bring down everyone's good mood. He
didn't need to bring down his good mood. He was out and about,
with his closest friends and a girlfriend he loved, hanging out
at the Derry Summer Fair. This was literally the worst time to
be sad and caught up in guilt and grief. He knew Bev would
probably bring it up later, even if she wasn't going to be too
serious about it. He appreciated that she cared about him, that
she noticed his mood shifts. But, at the same time, he hated
that he was giving her -- or anyone else -- a reason to worry
about him. He hated when people worried about him. He was more
than capable of tackling all of his issues on his own. He never
wanted to burden anyone with his baggage. When she asked later,
he'd probably tell the truth: that he was thinking about Georgie
and how he was a terrible brother and that the kid would still
be alive if Bill would have just been better. But he'd probably
say it in the most nonchalant way possible, to make it seem like
he didn't care. He didn't want to make a big thing out of it.
Instead, he wanted to face forward, focus on the task at hand.
That was how you navigated a funhouse, right? One obstacle at a
time. When you're running through the clowns, the mirror maze
isn't on your mind and the trip floors aren't what you're
worried about. You're focused on dodging the clowns. Why did
Bill not take that approach in life? Focus on one task at a
time, nothing else matters in the moment. In that moment,
Georgie was dead. Bill couldn't bring him back. And he was a
little too busy to process his grief -- again -- while he was
with his friends and navigating an attraction designed to
challenge people. He had plenty of time to be sad later. Right
now, he needed to get everyone through the obnoxious swinging
clowns with as few bruises as possible.
He smiled when Bev squeezed his hand, enjoying the contact, no
matter how small. Feeling her hand in his reminded him that they
were connected. They'd always be connected. Not only that, but
she was here. She was now. And her hand was warm, so that was an
added bonus. Ben and Mike made it through, all without actually
getting hurt -- which was good, since getting hurt on the
entrance was a bad, bad sign for the rest of the funhouse
experience -- each commenting briefly on their experience. Ben
said he was clumsy, that it moved faster than he thought whereas
Mike said the opposite, that is was slower than he expected.
Both admitted that they struggled a little bit. That wasn't
surprising. It wasn't often you had to walk on ground as it
moved beneath your feet. He nodded at all their explanations,
not really adding anything. He didn't feel a need.
He laughed at Beverly's comment about Richie. "I th-th-think
he'd piss himself," he replied. It was odd, Bill thought, that
Richie was so terrified of clowns when no one clowned around
quite like he did. He also knew that little ball of chaos
wouldn't do well in any test of patience, especially if clowns
were involved. It was, logically, a good thing that Richie
wasn't around. But Bill still missed him and Eddie and Stan. He
wished the whole group could be together just for the Hell of
it, but he didn't want his friends to be uncomfortable. And, if
he was being completely honest, he didn't like the idea of
having to keep up with six other kids, especially when two of
them were Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak.
He watched the clowns for a few moments, trying to figure out
the timing. He thought that the smart approach was to run and
wait in between each clown. Though, he noticed that there was a
brief second where all the clowns cleared out the center at the
same time. If they were fast enough, they could make it through
in one run. One at a time, of course. He didn't know if he
wanted to make Ben risk it, given how not-in-shape he was. He
was bound to get slapped from one side to another and bruised on
his ribs or something. But still, he figured everyone should
have a choice to do what they wanted. "W-w-we go one at a
t-time," he said, facing everyone. "W-w-w-w-we might be able to
make it through on one run, but we can't g-g-go all at once," he
explained, turning back to clowns and accepting that he would be
going first. He watched carefully, getting ready to run, before
breaking into a sprint. He managed to dodge most of the clowns,
but the last one before the end of the hall knicked him in the
shoulder, pushing him to the right. Shit!" he yelled, though he
wasn't thrown across the hall like he anticipated. He only
stumbled and then got back to his feet, finishing out the
hallway. "It didn't r-r-really hurt," he announced.
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Richie pushed him back and Eddie laughed, playfully slapping him
on the shoulder in response. "Fucknut," he repeated. It was nice
when Richie wasn't being incredibly obnoxious. He always seemed
to play it up and be more ridiculous when they were around the
others. And though he was never not inappropriate or annoying,
it was always much easier, much nicer to be around when it was
just the two of them. The joking was still insulting, but less
aggressive, since they weren't exactly trying to impress anyone.
It was just the two of them and, frankly, it was more laid back
you'd expect. Eddie was pretty much always energetic and wired
and full of an odd nervousness, but that faded -- slightly --
when it was just himself and Richie.
He nodded and chuckled when Richie made the comment about Jesus,
quickly moving on to discussing Stan again as Richie looked over
his darts. "Doesn't that game cost money to play though? Seems
like a waste," he said with a shrug, though he supposed he
understood Richie's point. He just didn't think it was smart
regardless. Of course, Stan didn't always do things Eddie
thought were smart, so why should this be any different? He
rolled his eyes at Richie's next comment, about children being
smelly and gross too. "I think children are disgusting too,
dickwad," he said. "I don't understand why anyone would
intentionally bring something into their home that doesn't clean
up after itself," he said, scrunching his nose at the thought.
He slanted his lip when Richie talked about wanting a pet. That
didn't surprise him, nor did it upset him or anything. After
spending time with Grandma Uris's dog -- a big slobbery thing
that Eddie tried to have minimal contact with -- it was obvious
that Richie loved dogs and wanted one of his own. Eddie didn't
share in his desire. But, he'd have to admit, after spending a
little time around Daisy, he didn't think his friend having a
dog was the worst thing in the world. It just certainly wasn't
the best thing. No, what made Eddie feel so weird about the
whole discussion was Richie immediately saying that he really,
really wanted to get out of Derry. Eddie wanted that too. He
didn't like it here. Everyone was so mean and there was nothing
to do. But it was more complicated than that. "I couldn't leave
behind my mom. She'd go insane and have a literal fucking heart
attack if I left, no matter how much I want to. But either way,
I don't want a stupid dog," he said.
The bear was very soft, warm. He wanted to name it, but he
wasn't five, so he ultimately decided against it. Instead, he
was just going to be happy that he got the bear he wanted, even
if he didn't technically earn it. He nodded but gave Richie a
small smile. Then Richie's hand was in his hair, which made
Eddie raise an eyebrow and grit his teeth. He wasn't a baby.
Ruffling his hair was weird. He was just about to slap his hand
away when Richie retracted it. Then Stan showed up, asking if
Eddie won anything. He opened his mouth to correct him, since
Richie was obviously going to take credit the second he got the
chance. But, Richie surprised him, letting Eddie take all the
credit before throwing an arm around his shoulders. "You're on,
Trashmouth," he said, playing along.
Stan seemed very, very proud for a moment, he was smiling wider
than Eddie had seen in a long time. It was nice, he thought. But
then he saw why and he couldn't help but scrunch his face in
disgust. The fish was kinda cute, he had to admit, but she was
smelly and gross and lived in her own filth, so that was a 'no'
from Eddie. On top of that, Stan named her Gwendolyn. What the
fuck kinda name was that? Eddie raised an eyebrow. "What the
shit, man?" he asked. "I mean, congrats on winning, but now you
know you're gonna have to take care of it and clean up after it
and pay for it and deal with it when it gets annoying and all
that stuff," he said, but Stan just nodded in response, as if
he'd already thought all of this through. Eddie sighed, and
Richie went straight in to making fun of the name, which made
Eddie laugh.
He noticed how Richie's smile disappeared and Eddie followed his
gaze. Eddie stumbled a few steps backwards once he noticed who
was approaching. Henry Bowers and his stupid friends were
constantly after them, saying horrible things and making Derry
much worse than it already is. In fact, they were the main
reason that Eddie wanted to leave so badly. He looked around for
a moment, about to scream for help or run away, but he stopped
once he realized that Richie and Stan weren't running. Stan was
probably paralyzed with fear. Richie was just defiant. Eddie
wasn't going to be the one to take off and end up all alone.
Bowers approached them already starting in with his usual
insults. Stan was getting ripped on for being Jewish. Shocker.
He called Eddie girly -- again -- which made Eddie immediately
look to the ground, gripping his teddy bear tighter. He knew he
was smaller than the other boys, that he didn't exactly have an
interest in girls, and that he cared a lot about hygiene. But
that didn't make him girly, did it? Then he called Richie a fag,
which definitely didn't set well with him. Richie wasn't a fag
and he seemed really, really upset about being called one.
Hockstetter said his name, which made Eddie's entire body grow
tense. He stepped back again trying to put any distance he
possibly could between him and the assholes in front of him.
Bowers then jumped in and so did his friend, bringing his mom
into the discussion. He was really fucking sick of people
talking about his mom. When he reached out for Eddie's new bear,
he hugged the stuffed animal tighter and turned away from the
bully, trying to shield the toy with his own body. He closed his
eyes tightly, ready to get punched or kicked or knocked over or
stabbed or whatever those bastards were planning. The man
stopped approaching him when Richie spoke up. He opened his
eyes, glancing over to his friend. He scowled when Bowers
referred to him as Richie's boyfriend. Then he brought Stan into
the mix again.
Seeing Richie talk back to Bowers, even if he was stuttering and
afraid, made Eddie feel slightly emboldened. "He's not a fag.
Stop calling him a fag," he argued before immediately retreating
again. Then he went on, approaching Stan and slapping Gwendolyn
from his hands. Eddie gasped, but Stan just stood there for a
moment. Richie snapped. Eddie's eyes went wide as Richie stalked
toward Bowers, fist raised. But the group of much more
physically fit, no-longer-teenage boys was faster and Bowers
knocking Richie to the ground with a single punch. "Richie!"
Eddie didn't have time to think or be afraid, he just
immediately dropped to the ground next to his friend, putting a
hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, noting
the blood dripping down from Richie's nose.
Bowers and his gang of morons dispersed almost immediately
after, but Eddie wasn't sure why. Sure, people were finally
noticing, but they still weren't stepping in to do anything.
Odds are, they never would. They pushed Eddie and he fell from a
crouch to his ass at the contact. He shook his head quickly and
got back up, focusing his attention on Richie as those asshole
disappeared from sight. "You're bleeding," he said. "You're a
fucking idiot, ya know that?" he asked, unzipping and searching
through his fanny pack for some rolled bandages he just happened
to pack. "Here, let me see," he said.
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Stan noted how Richie interrupted Eddie before he could tell
everyone that he won. It was weird and didn't make much sense
that Eddie beat Richie at a carnival game, especially one like
darts. Stan had seen Richie do very, very well many times
before. But, he supposed maybe Richie got nervous because of his
affection for Eddie or something. There were a few reasons that
Richie could have messed up and Eddie could have just gotten
very, very lucky. It wasn't probably, but plausible, he
supposed. And if Richie was seriously willing to look like he
lost, it had to be true, right? No, Stan didn't fully believe
it, but he wasn't going to argue with it either. That'd be
stupid. He was just glad Eddie won something -- or had something
-- and Richie wasn't being a bitch about it. "Wow, good going,
Eddie," he said.
He nodded when Eddie immediately jumped into the critiques about
Gwendolyn. He was mostly talking logistics, which Stan had
already thought through, for the most part. Then he sprinkled in
the fact that animals were gross or whatever he liked to go on
about. If he was being completely honest, Stan zoned out almost
entirely when Eddie went on a little rant. It was a habit he'd
developed after spending so much time with the Losers. He
noticed how Richie blinked at Gwendolyn, obviously surprised
that he won something before completely moving on and making fun
of her name instead. Stan just shrugged in response. "That's
just her name," he said nonchalantly. He couldn't explain why he
picked the name. It just fit and he figured it out almost
immediately. What was the harm? Would Richie have preferred
something stupid like Cheese?
Richie stepped back, as did Eddie, and Stan caught himself
looking around, trying to figure out what caused the sudden
shift in demeanor. His eyes went wide when he saw Henry Bowers
and his friends approaching them. He didn't step back though. He
wanted to. Maybe on any other day, he would have. But he was
stuck, gripping onto Gwendolyn's bag tighter and trying his best
to hold her steady. It was getting pretty difficult though. He
found himself wincing at all of Bowers' Jew comments. He'd heard
them all a thousand times. They shouldn't bother him anymore,
but it still stung. It reminded him a lot of the stories his
grandma would tell him about how people treated Jews a long time
ago. The whole thing made him very, very uncomfortable. He then
went on to throw pretty unoriginal insults at Eddie and Richie.
It bothered them, obviously, but they were staying pretty calm
for the time being. That was smart. Stan was going to try and
stay calm as well. Or, at least, stay still and stay quiet. That
usually kept him from getting too terribly hurt during these
interactions.
They started commenting on Eddie's bear, even moving toward it
before Richie spoke up. He was quieter than he would have been
had they been in a comfortable position. He also noticed how
Richie stuttered, which was bad. It just gave Bowers and his
gang more ammunition. But, at the same time, he admired that
Richie wasn't going to let those assholes touch Eddie. But then
they started alluding to Richie's feelings for Eddie, which
definitely made Stan angry. Still, he was playing it smart. He
wouldn't move. He wouldn't speak. Then he brought Stan into the
mix, which was very, very uncomfortable. Stan gritted his teeth,
staring directly at the ground instead. He was ignoring this as
best as he could.
Then they addressed him directly, commenting on Gwendolyn. Stan
was frozen. He wasn't moving. He wasn't going to hide her away
or shield her. That would just make it more tempting for Bowers
to go after her. He just kept his gaze to the ground. Then
Bowers brought up his dad and Stanley closed his eyes for a
moment, trying to control his breathing and keep himself from
doing something stupid. He had to keep making the logical
decision here. He didn't want to think about his dad and how he
was going to react to all of this. He couldn't think that far
ahead without freaking himself out. He felt Bowers approaching
him again and he couldn't help but look up slightly. He called
him a dirty Jew and then slapped Gwendolyn from his hand.
Stan's eyes went wide and he gasped as his fish fell to the
ground, the bag plopping on the ground. His hands went limp for
a moment and he felt a cold tear run down his cheek as he
watched her body bounce in reaction to the water slamming
against the concrete. Luckily, the bag didn't break, but Stan
knew that shaking the bags and that kind of movement could kill
fish. He also knew that making a move to save her would
ultimately result in Bowers stomping on the bag and killing
Gwendolyn or something, so he had to tay perfectly still for the
time being, even as Richie lost his shit and tried to the throw
a punch. His friend got knocked down instead and, like before,
Stan just stood there, even as Eddie broke the tension and ran
to Richie's side.
Finally, Bowers and his idiot posse left and Stanley practically
dove for Gwendolyn. He held the beg gently, holding it high to
his eye and looking intently through the plastic. Gwendolyn's
eyes were still open, but that didn't mean she was okay. After a
few moments, she started swimming again. Maybe she was a little
disoriented, but she was alive. He let out a sigh in relief
before grabbing the bag and then immediately going over to
Richie and Eddie. Richie was bleeding and Eddie was tending to
his nose injury. "Are you guys okay?"
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[center]Bill seemed to shift his focus off of whatever he had
previously been thinking about to focus instead on the funhouse
more, seeming determined. Beverly briefly wondered if she should
even bring up what he had been worried about before. She'd hate
to ruin their time at the fair, especially when Bill seemed so
set on concentrating on something else. She supposed she would
just cross that bridge when the time came, and if it felt
appropriate. This was one of the last things they'd do together
before their last year of high school started, and she'd hate to
make Bill mad or upset over something that probably wasn't even
that big of a deal.
Beverly laughed lightly at Bill's comment about Richie. "I think
you're right," she agreed, wondering what the other boys were
even doing. Richie had challenged Eddie and Stan to play games,
but he doubted Stan really participated. Knowing him, he
probably went off and did something on his own, which made her
wish even more that he was with them, and the other two, but she
knew Eddie and Stan wouldn't have done too well. Richie probably
wouldn't have had the best time either, so perhaps it really was
for the best that they had split up. It made sense that a group
as large as theirs wouldn't always want to do the same thing.
Bill turned to the group, addressing them all as he said that
they should go one at a time. Beverly smiled in silent agreement
before Bill took off, sprinting into the clowns and avoiding
each one. He did perfectly, up until the last clown, getting hit
and stumbling to the side before finishing the obstacle and
assuring them that getting hit by the clowns didn't hurt that
badly. It seemed easy enough, she supposed, and she readied
herself, waiting for the middle of the hall was clear and the
clowns were at the sides before as running as fast as she could.
She could see out of the corner of her eye once she made it
about halfway that the clowns were already swinging back, and
she quickly stopped, barley avoiding being struck by one of the
clowns. Once they had passed, she ran the rest of the way,
making it through unscathed. "Well that wasn't so bad," she said
to Bill, catching her breath and smiling up at him.
Next it was Mike's turn, and if Beverly had to guess, he too
would probably make it through without a problem. He was the
most athletic of any of them, and she knew he could definitely
outrun her any day. The only thing that Mike would possibly
struggle with inside the funhouse was the mirror maze, but that
had yet to be seen. It was possible Mike was just good at
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[center]Richie laughed again like a teenager doped up on
serotonin when Eddie once more referred to him as a "fucknut,"
slapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Oh my god, shut up,"
Richie repeated, bumping the boy with his hip. God, he wished it
wasn't so easy to be enamored of Eddie with his dumb fannypacks
and curly hair and big, brown eyes. He was easily the cutest
thing Richie had ever seen, and the one person he never tired of
being around, even with all his stupid rants and ridiculous
paranoia. Richie would never, ever admit it, but he'd do
literally anything for him. Sure, he might complain, but the
sentiment was still there.
The two discussed Stan and the fishbowl game, Eddie asking if
the game cost money, to which Richie shrugged. "It costs more if
you actually win. You gotta buy and fucking tank and food and
decor and shit," he mused, observing his darts. He had no idea
how Stan intended to pay for all that shit if he won. It's not
like he had a job or anything, and his dad totally wasn't going
to help him pay, much less keep the damn thing. Stan would
probably have to give the fish away if he actually won it, which
would suck, but hey, that's life. Richie sighed, and Eddie
explained that he actually thought kids were gross too, which
didn't surprise him even in the slightest. Then Eddie wondered
aloud why anyone would even want something that couldn't clean
up after itself. "This may come as a surprise to you Eds, so
please don't lose your shit, but there was a time that even you
were disgusting and didn't clean shit," said Richie with a grin.
With Sonia being the way she was, he wondered why she had even
decided to have a kid. Maybe Eddie had been an accident or
something, he had no idea, but he was just happy that Eddie was
around.
Richie's mood and smile dropped when Eddie mentioned his mom,
saying that he couldn't leave her no matter how much he wanted
to. Richie realized that this was probably the first time he
could remember Eddie actually admitting to wanting to leave
Derry, and the fact that Eddie was apparently planning on
staying for his mother... honestly upset him. He really planned
on letting her hold him back the rest of his life? Did he really
want to spend more years of his life being her little puppet and
doing whatever she said? Eating her lies and giving in to her
manipulation? It wasn't fucking right. Eddie deserved to have a
life of his own and make his own choices. He deserved to know
that there was a world outside the one his mother had built for
him, and although it may have been selfish, Richie wanted to be
there when he realized it. Of course, he would ultimately go
with whatever Eddie wanted to do, but Richie wasn't staying in
Derry, and he wished Eddie would leave like he wanted to as
well. It was taking everything he had not to say what was on his
mind and try to bring what Sonia was doing into the light, but
she was still Eddie's mom... and Eddie loved her. Eddie loved
her a lot, and although Richie couldn't understand it, he knew
he needed to respect it. At least... for now he did. "Who knows?
Maybe someday you'll change your mind," is all Richie said,
eager to change the subject.
The mood shifted back to something more comfortable again, but
still altogether infuriating as he had to try and bite his
tongue from saying something completely embarrassing to Eddie
about how soft his hair was before Stan returned. When Richie
lied about Eddie winning the game, Eddie went along with it,
excepting his fake challenge and not even complaining about his
arm around him. Eddie was in such a good mood now that it seemed
wrong to boast about how it had actually been himself that had
won the dart game. Plus, admitting that he won would also make
it apparent that he won Eddie the teddy bear he was clinging to
so adorably, and Richie didn't usually see guys winning their
friends stuff just for the heck of it.
Stan showed them his new goldfish, looking quite proud of
himself for beating a bunch of kids to finally acquire a fish he
had been fighting for for years. Eddie started to babble about
all the shit Stan was now going to have to do. Oh my god, he
knew Eddie was anti-pets, but today had been a whole other
level, but Stan didn't seem to mind. Richie stuck with making
fun of the fish's name because, come on, Gwendolyn? What the
fuck kind of name was that. Sounded like the name of someone's
grandma, and it was just a fish. Richie would have named it
something better like Popcorn or some shit. Stan liked the name
though, so whatever, he guessed.
That was when Richie's practically perfect evening started to go
to shit -- The Bowers Gang approaching and starting their usual
targeted harassment. Richie wished that seeing them nowadays
didn't make him freeze like it did, but after years and years of
bullying, instead of getting more used to it, Richie just got
more afraid. Things only seemed to be getting worse when it come
to Bowers and his crew, and Richie hated thinking about what
they would do next. With them, fearing death didn't sound so
crazy or out of the question. He knew Henry always carried
around a knife.
At one point, Hockstetter had approached Eddie, singling him
out, and Richie watched as Eddie closed his eyes and tried to
move away from Hockstetter's hand, shielding his teddy bear that
Richie had just won him. He had previously been too afraid to
say anything, but seeing Eddie afraid made him remember that he
needed to toughen up. He needed to at least pretend like he
wasn't about to shit his pants for the other sake of Stan and
Eddie, and he knew that if he didn't speak up, Hockstetter was
going to do something. So, Richie spoke, stuttering his words
out like a fucking pussy. It was one thing to have an actual
stutter like Bill, but to have no issues and stutter all on your
own... it just made it obvious that you were afraid, and
although it made him angry, he didn't blame the gang for
laughing.
As expected, the attention turned back to him, Bowers asking if
Eddie was his boyfriend and making Richie want to scream out.
They're going to know. If they keep talking like this...
everyone is going to see how I feel. They're going to find out,
Richie thought, fists trembling as the boys carried on. Then,
unexpectedly, Eddie spoke, defending Richie and, and saying that
he wasn't a fag. Richie knew that he should be grateful, or feel
relieved, but his heart only sank, beating faster because no,
no, no, he wished that were the case, he wished that were true,
and if Eddie ever found out he would hate him. He would think he
was dirty and disgusting and see how Richie had been acting
towards him and know and never speak to him again and it was too
much.
He knew he was panicking, but his thoughts were quickly pushed
aside at the sight of Stan's fish getting knocked to the ground
by Bowers, and then, after threatening the group of boys, he, of
course, joined the fish on the ground, bleeding from the nose,
but then Eddie was there too, saying his name and touching him,
asking if he was okay. Richie was still high on adrenaline and
shocked, but it didn't stop his thoughts from flooding back.
Thoughts that Eddie wouldn't care and wouldn't want to touch him
if he knew. None of the Losers would. They already had so many
problems to deal with... why would they want a fag around? "I'm
fine, Eds," Richie said quietly.
Bowers and the rest finally left, but not before Hockstetter
pushed Eddie the rest of the way onto the ground. Eddie quickly
shook it off and returned by his side, and Richie saw Stan out
of the corner of his eye reach for his fish. If Richie had to
guess, the thing was probably dead, and it was taking everything
Richie had in him not to get up and chase Bowers. If Eddie
wasn't being so attentive towards him, he probably would have,
and the care Eddie was giving him was making his heart ache.
Eddie pointed out that he was bleeding, fondly calling him an
idiot which made Richie laugh weakly. Yeah, he was an idiot,
huh? He was an idiot in love with his best friend and could
never keep his fucking mouth shut or just be normal.
Eddie dug through his fanny pack and returned with what looked
like fucking bandages and telling him to let him see. Richie
didn't even hesitate, obeying and moving his hand away from his
nose, eyes locked on the other boy. "It's not that bad, Eds, I
promise," he assured him, trying to to panic with Eddie so close
and being so nice and caring about him. "I've been through much
worse," he reminded him with a lopsided smile while Stan
approached, holding his bagged fish and asking if they were
alright.
"Never been better," Richie tried to convince him, slowly
getting to his feet so maybe people wouldn't stare as much. "Is,
uh, is the fish okay?" he asked, pointing at the bag. He feared
for the worse, but then he saw the fish move, swimming forward a
bit. It was a start, but Richie had his doubts that the fish was
actually completely fine. I mean there was no way, right? It was
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[center]Mike nodded in agreement when Bill said they should one
at a time instead of together. He could already see that being a
complete disaster. Beverly asked if he was going to go first,
and Bill prepared himself before going through the clowns, only
getting hit by the very last one. "You good, Bill?" Mike called
out, but Bill regained his composure, stating that getting hit
wasn't so bad, which was reassuring. If kids went through the
thing, it couldn't hurt that bad, if at all. With the force they
were going, it would porbably already knock them down.
Beverly was next to go, and go she did, running right through
the middle and stopping once to avoid the clowns. She never did
seem to have a problem facing things head-on, and seeing her
succeed made Mike feel more prepared. "Nice!" He said to Bev
before taking a step back and watching the clowns, getting ready
for his own turn. Like Beverly, he waited until the middle was
clear and started to sprint, but, his timing must have been a
little off, because right towards the end, much like Bill, Mike
got hit, shoving him to the side.
Mike laughed, joining Bill and Beverly at the end. "Guess I
wasn't paying enough attention," he chuckled, turning to look
back at Ben and smiling. He knew that even if Ben got hit it
wouldn't be so bad. It actually kind of made it more fun that
way. After all, that was part of the experience, right?[/center]
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