Ma Chérie (Beverly Marsh x Fem!Reader) (On Hold)

Chapter 28: Another Dead Person

Cw: deep make out session, character death, reluctant consent to the make out session

March 26th, 1989

Your P.O.V.

We finally finished the last performance of the play. Which is good, because it's exhausting to sing Christine's songs all the time. Although when that whole temporary loss of memory thing happened I wasn't as exhausted as I usually am after singing. 'But singing is easy!' you may say. Well it most definitely is not. Especially since this is a musical, and I have to do all these quick changes, and go all over the whole stage.

Luckily for me, I have one less thing to worry about, because Addison seems to be happier now ever since then. Speaking of Addison, he's waiting for me outside of my dressing room.

"I was thinking we could go to that abandoned factory again and continue where we left off." He says, clearly expecting me to go along with him. As you can see, that's the downside, he keeps bugging me about continuing where we left off.

I feel a disgusted look creeping on my face, but I shake it off. "I kind of promised my friends I would hang out with them after this, as a celebration. You can come with if you want." My fingers are crossed behind my back, and I'm pleading that he won't come. It's just going to be me and the Losers' Club, what Richie's friend group is called, and I don't think Addison would like it if I was hanging out with a group of boys, but they're kind of my friends.

"No thanks, I'll just go home." He walks off after that, and I resist the urge to celebrate, especially after the whole thing in the abandoned factory. I wish I never did that.

Well, now I have to meet up with the Losers' Club, gosh, I sure hope nobody asks any personal questions. I mean it's possible they wont, but with my luck? I doubt it. Speaking of the Losers' Club, I see them walking a little ways away from where I am, and being the person I am, I run up behind them and shout.

"What's up guys!"

All of them flinch, but Eddie jumps a few inches off the ground. When they see that I'm the one who shouted, most of them just roll their eyes. Unfortunately Richie decides to shout in response, and with a terrible British accent. "Alright, and how're you doing milady!"

I flick his forehead, not really wanting to hurt him. "I'm fine dumbass, and if you're going to do ridiculous accents, at least try to do them properly."

"Not everyone is perfect like you Y/n." As Richie says that, I notice the other Losers staring at us in confusion. It makes sense though, at least for me, because I have been spending a lot more time with Richie, and we've been bonding over our crushes on people we will never get with.

As they're still staring, I feel the need to explain myself. "Oh yeah, I've been hanging out with Trashmouth a lot recently. He's surprisingly not terrible." I say with a shrug.

"What do you even have in common? You're totally different." Eddie seems a bit defensive, though it's not odd, they are best friends. Although I hope it might be a bit more than that, for Richie's sake.

"We have more in common than you know." Both Richie and I glance at each other with knowing looks in our eyes. "But for starters, we both like video games, even though I'm better than him, and he won't admit it."

"That's pretty r-r-rad, I guess." Bill looks at the others, trying to get them to agree.

Eddie wants to bother me more, it seems, since he jumps right in after Bill's done speaking. "What were you talking about with Addison, and why was he talking about 'continuing where we left off'?"

"That's... not... exactly relevant? I came here to hang out, not gossip, that's something I save for a journal."

"You didn't seem to be super happy about it though." Stan adds his point to the conversation because why not, but he has always been the more sensible one of the group.