[editing] MISS PERFECT ( tozier )

xiv. it got beverly

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xiv. it got beverly

⋆( 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 )⋆

     THE RIDE TO THE arcade was kind of awkward. richie tried to hit on her, she didn't respond. it was like she was dead. then he began to wonder if she had actually died but then he realized she wasn't since every time the bike went over a bump or something like that she'd tighten her grip on his waist.

he would never admit it but that caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach. she quickly got off his bike when he stopped in front of the arcade.

he smirked at her, which she sent back a small smile that made him blush slightly. he grabbed her hand and lead her into the arcade and to his favorite game street fighter.

HE SPENT MOST OF the time trying to teach her how to play. holly didn't understand any of it but she watched him play anyways.

"why don't you try?" richie finally asked. before she could protest, richie continued talking, "here, i'll help you." she crossed her arms.

     "i'm gonna fail." richie snorted.

     "you can't fail video games, princess. here." he grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of the video game. he stood behind her, and he hesitated but held onto her hands.

     heat immediately rose to his cheeks, and holly sucked in a breath then shakily let it back out.

richie basically did everything, while taking her hands with his. she didn't even know what was going on but yet she still punched the dude on the screen.

after a few more losses, she finally got the hang of the game and let richie play again as she watched, but she ended up zoning out.

she was knocked back into reality when richie spoke up, "what do you want?" he asked. she looked up to see none other than bill denbrough. "you see that guy i'm hitting? i'm pretending it's you." richie remarked.

"i-i-it got beverly." bill said.

"what?" she froze. "like-"

"what are you talking about?" richie asked his eyes not leaving the screen and cutting off holly.

"it richie, holly. it got beverly." richie then slowly turned to bill grabbing holly's hand and squeezing it. the one day i wear a skirt. she thought. actually. you always wear skirts.

the 7 losers all rode to the creepy house on neibolt. no one said a single word. holly was trying her best to keep it together. mike had a gun, he was the only one with a weapon.

finally, they all stopped at the creepy house. holly felt her throat go dry just staring at it. she kicked the kickstand of her bike up (which was outside of her house when the passed it), and flattened her skirt, pulling it down slightly.

they walk onto the dead grass, holly being the last hating her decisions of wearing a skirt. "guys, spikes." bill said dropping his bag onto the ground. okay... maybe mike wasn't the only one with a weapon.

eddie threw his fanny pack as bill tries to put together the spikes? she didn't know. she was to preoccupied on how prim, and beverly could be dead by now. richie picked up a glass bottle, and slammed it against the railing of the stairs. it shattered and everyone looked up at him as he stared at it with a disappointed look.

"what the hell was that for?" she exclaimed. richie looked up at her and shrugged. holly rolled her eyes and played with the bracelet on her wrist just noticing the blue car that sat outside neibolt as they all entered the house.

     she only hoped that prim and beverly were still alive.

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