Remember. | A Sequel to Wonder. | A Stanley Uris FanFiction. | IT 2019.

8. Good Memory of Good Luck.

"So, where did you go for it?" Andie asked to Stanley as she took a bite of her toast while they were seated across one another at the small table near the stairs.

The two had arrived back at the townhouse before anyone else had. "The synagogue, actually," Stanley pursed his lips.

"Oof," she grimaced. "Tough."

"Yeah," he nodded, letting out a chuckle. "There ever really was just one good memory there," he said, taking a toast from Andie's plate.

"Hey!" she frowned.

"What? I'm hungry," his voice muffled as he took a huge bite out of the toast, causing Andie to roll her eyes.

"Do you think after we kill It, we'll forget again?" Andie asked quietly.

"I don't know, I hope not," Stan answered.

"Why do you wanna remember?"

"I don't wanna remember all parts but there's a lot that I want to," he shrugged.

"Like what?"

"You," he said softly. "I wanna remember you, us, the Losers."

Andie smiled and just as she opened her mouth, Beverly and Ben came in and they made their way to the waiting room. "I wanna remember us too." The door of the inn opened and a frustrating Richie walked in. "Hey, Ri-"

"I'm leaving," he insisted. "Screw this, screw you, screw it all."

"Rich-"

"No," he huffed as he ran up the stairs.

 Just as Andie was about to take a step forward, Ben and Beverly stopped her and went up the stairs themselves to follow after Richie, with hopes of convincing him to stay. Andie sighed and took her seat across Stan. She crossed her arms on the table and buried her face in it, groaning. Stanley reached out his hand and rubbed a thumb against the skin on Andie's hand, making her slowly look up.

"It's gonna be okay, Di," he whispered gently. Andie sighed, leaning back to her chair. "I kinda miss you," Stan blurted out.

Andie's eyes widened and she began scoffing in disbelief, though chuckles left her lips. "You kind of miss me? We haven't seen each other in 20 years and you only kind of miss me?"

"No, no," he defended himself. "I do, I do miss you."

"Sure you do, wonderboy," she winked causing him to fluster. The door of the inn suddenly creaked and Eddie came in, drenched in grey liquid. "What the fuck happened to you?"

"Don't, even," he hushed as he walked upstairs.

"Geez, okay," Andie raised her hands as sign of defeat, before plopping back down onto her seat. After a moment of silence, Andie spoke. "Do you remember how we-"

"Broke up?"

"Yeah," Andie nodded, making him think back to his hazy memories.

"We probably shouldn't have, you know?" Stanley said silently, tracing circles on the wooden table. "Do you think we would still be together had we not break up?"

"It doesn't really matter," Andie shrugged, meeting his sad doe eyes. "I mean, we both have pretty cool lives. You know, you have a really good accounting thing going on, and we both are really succesful, and you got a great partner. So, you know, maybe it's best if we don't think like that," she said, sadly.

"I'm sure you've got a great partner, too," Stanley added, taking a sip from his water.

Andie furrowed her brows in confusion as she looked at him. "Wait, what? I don't have a partner," she chuckled as she scrunched her face in confusion.