Lover| IT

Ending 2, part 5

May 2017

S.U

I read Bill's new book. It's called IT and it's basically our life story. Which sounds completely ridiculous so someone who reads it wouldn't actually think these thirteen year olds defeated a demon clown in the 80s and then did it again last year. Almost a whole year ago. It's insane to think about.

"It's really good. I loved my letter at the end." I say on the phone to Bill and I can tell he's smiling." Patty liked her chapter but...was kind of sad I got killed off."

"Yeah, sorry about that, I needed some drama!"

"Have you spoken to Eddie and Richie, because I don't think they'd like their plot?" I ask, looking at the book on my table.

"How'd you mean?"

"Well, Richie remains closeted and Eddie gets killed off. I don't think they'd like that, if I'm being honest. They're so in love I think they'd want that portrayed through the characters of Reggie and Edwin." I state. I hear Bill sigh and I'm not meaning to be critical." They are engaged, Bill."

"I know but I thought it would be a good move. It's a fictional telling of our story."

"I get that...it's just, Eddie and Richie may not and may actually be offended by it." I say." Just call them, but be prepared for Eddie's anger."

"Okay okay. I will."

"See you, Big Bill." I say, trying to keep the mood happy.

"Yeah, bye Stan-the man."

I sigh as he hangs up. I didn't mean to upset him I just wanted him to know that Eddie and Richie may be upset by the paths their characters go on. Richie probably wouldn't like the fact that his character remains closeted and Eddie won't like the fact his character dies and can't escape the clutches of his abusive wife Mia. Plus, Eddie has a bad temper and is likely to yell at Bill. I just wanted to prepare him.

E.K

"FUCK, RICHIE NO!" I yell out. We're in the basement, which is Richie's gaming room, and we're playing mario kart. I'm wearing shorts and a grey hoodie with a headset, whilst Richie is in sweatpants and a black hoodie with a headset. I'm sat on his lap, his chin resting on my shoulder as we play. I used to hate his gaming but then he got me addicted to it." DO NOT USE A RED SHELL ON ME!"

"Sorry, baby, it has to be done." He says and he presses a button, sending the shell flying toward my character. I gasp and elbow him in the chest, making him laugh. I'm playing as Yoshi whilst he's playing as Princess Daisy.

"Great now you're in the lead and I fell behind to fourth!" I groan as we continue to play. Richie chuckles lightly and kisses my cheek as a way of an apology. I grin as we race. Just as I think I'm about to overtake him, he crosses the finish line and the game is over."NO!"

"VICTORY!" Richie cheers, standing up and lifting me up, spinning me around. I let out a startled shriek and he places me back down on the ground with a laugh before he pecks me on the lips gently." Sorry, Eds. You can't beat the champion."

"I have beaten you before." I state. Richie shrugs and then his phone starts to vibrate. I smirk and sit down on the beanbag we'd been on, setting up the next game. I'm a little tired of mario kart so I switch onto the PlayStation four, placing in GTA V. I was never a GTA fan until I moved in with Richie. He's obsessed with it.

"Oh hey Bill!" Richie greets and I glance up at him. I have a bone or two to pick with Mr Denbrough.

"Hey Rich!" Richie's put him on speaker.

"Hi William!" I greet coldly.

"Oh, hey Eddie. I was wondering if you guys had read my book yet?"

"We did." Richie replies." And it was-

"It was good apart from the fact I fucking died." I snap. I can't believe I got killed off. That isn't fair.

"Stan warned me about this."

"Did he?" I scoff. Richie glances at me in a way to tell me to calm down, but I won't calm down." I'm sorry, Rich, but he kept you closeted and killed me off!"

"Yup Stan definitely warned me about this. Listen, Eddie, I'm sorry but I needed some drama."

"Okay but why Stan and I?!" I ask.

"Because you both almost did die. I talked to Stanley before writing his chapter so it wouldn't trigger him and he was completely fine with it."

"Wait why didn't you ask me if I wanted to be killed off? Why did Stan get that luxury?" I ask and Richie is shaking his head." You can't have one rule for one and one rule for another, Bill!"

"I'm sorry, Eddie, okay. But it's just fiction."

"It's not just fiction, though, is it? This is our childhood trauma, which you're profiting off of. You're profiting off of my abusive mother, my dads death, my repressed sexuality! I'm allowed to be mad!" I snap.

"Okay he has a point there, Bill." Richie says." Can we at least get some of that money?"

"You can't exactly go to court and demand money for it, Richie. They would never believe this shit actually happened to us...listen, in a way to repay you both...I'll pay for your wedding reception and any drinks you have that night, okay?"

"Wait, really?" Richie asks and he glances over at me." Are you okay with that, Eds?"

"Fine." I sigh." Sure. Go ahead."

"Okay, cool. Awesome!"

"Hey, Big Bill, I'm thinking of getting back into acting. Say if this got adapted, can I be a shoe in for a role?" Richie asks and I chuckle a little.

"Isn't playing yourself cheating?"

"No no. I wouldn't be going for the role of Reggie. I'd go for the role of Edwin. My Eddie impression is very good." Richie says and I throw a cushion at him, which he catches.

"I'll think about it...I gotta go. Audra needs me to pick her up."

"Okay, buddy. Talk to you soon." Richie says.

"Bye!" I call out as Richie hangs up. He smiles at me and sits down. I sit back down on his lap and he wraps his arms around me.

"That really bugged you didn't it?" He asks.

"Of course it did. He did it without asking. I would've been fine if he'd just asked." I say as Richie grabs his controller." I don't want to play. You can. I'll just watch."

"Okay." Richie says as he starts to play. I watch the screen with a smile and grin as I feel Richie place a kiss on the back of my neck." You're tense. Do you want a massage?"

"What about the game?" I ask, looking at him.

"Let's watch a movie instead. You need to relax a little." He says and I nod. He brings up Netflix and starts playing Shaun of the Dead, which is one of his favourites. He gives me a massage as we watch.

I can't wait to marry Richie. Only two months to go. I hope he doesn't get as drunk as he did at Ben and Beverly's wedding, though, that was slightly embarrassing.