Don't Worry || Chris Chambers x Reader

Come Go With Me

(A/N: No idea how time moved so quick. I hardly even noticed that two months had passed. Apologies to all, here is another chapter! It's more close to the timeline of the movie, but I've got bigger plans for next chapter to be new. Keep an eye out, hopefully I'll be putting it out sooner.)

As we all settle in around the campfire, tensions finally slip away. After the fall and the junkyard, we had all gotten closed off, but now with our bedrolls laid out and our items strewn about, it was the first time we could relax in the past few hours. 

Light conversation passes here and there as we watch the fire grow from meek embers into a sizeable flame-- Teddy's drive for survival tactics were handy to say the least. 

As Vern crumples open the package of hot dogs and Gordie digs for good sticks, Chris pipes up. 

"How much longer til we're down the back Harlow road d'you think?"

Teddy turns his hands over, absorbing the heat radiating from the flames, "Only gotta be ten or so miles from here. I think we covered good ground." He smiles up at Chris, who was seated across the fire.

Silently, Chris nods. Gordie passes sticks around, and Vern follows suit with the hot dogs. We spear them, and place them over the fire, for hopes of getting them cooked. 

We talk of seemingly useless topics, in the grand scheme of things. As we flip our sticks over the flame, the bark of my stick catches a small ember towards the tip end of it. The orange hue glows as I try blowing it out. Teddy's laughter echoes. 

"eeee-eeee-eeee  Y/N you've done it now!" 

But in his moment of inattention, his stick lights ablaze as well. 

"Karma's done bit you in the ass now hasn't it, Duchamp?" I smile and lean in to punch his shoulder lightly, poking fun. 

Laughter swirls around the flames the way the embers rise from the licks of fire and turn to ash in the sky. Once we put out our sticks, which at this point have left char marks along the side of the meat-- Vern tips his stick down on an angle to cook it. 

"Vern you better turn yours over" Chris says.

Vern slides back, "It's the way I like to do it" 

"Fine".

Like clockwork, it slides from the smooth stick and makes a small thump as it falls to the bottom of the fire.

Tessio's face warps to one of embarrassment, "Oh man. Got any more, Gordie?"

All our eyes fall down to the clear plastic package resting on the ground beside Vern, completely empty. 

"Sorry Vern"

Teddy lets out a small laugh while pulling his own hot dog off the stick, and taking a bite.

Vern shakes his head, "It's not funny, what am I supposed to eat?"

"Why don't you eat your dick?" Teddy looks around the campfire, "It'd be a small meal"

He doubles over in his own laughter-- I follow suit with the other boys. Vern slips a small smile at Teddy's joke. Admittedly, it was peak humor to poke fun at one's masculinity. In wake of his smile, Vern thrusts his stick into the flame, in an attempt to regain his hot dog. It rotates on the ground, charring black in inconsistent patterns as he forces it over. The stick slips into the cavity that had been there prior while roasting it, and hitches.

Tessio lifts the stick with the hot dog now on it, "Screw you guys, I got it!" 

Small whoops and cheers for the boy drowned out the crackles of the fire. We all eat in relative silence, as the darkness continues to seep in more and more, until the campfire is the only means of light for miles.