A few hours later and Mike was bored~!
He had already explored over half the house, watched some tv, played some games, and even written some new campaigns for future use. Yet, nothing in the house seemed to satisfy him. He stared at the phone Richie had let him borrow as he scrolled relentlessly through his Facebook before an idea struck him. He stared at the door that Richie explicitly told him not to go out of, looking around to ensure he was truly alone. He pocketed the phone, making his way toward the door as he checked to ensure he wasn't about to trip an alarm before opening the door and stepping out on the porch.
He hisses at the bright lights, a soft pounding starting in the center of his temple. He blinks the pain away and places his newly bought sunglasses he had grabbed at the last second on as he starts walking down the sidewalk. He watched many cars drive in and out of the subdivision as a few kids about his age on bikes and skateboards chased after the vehicles like a pack of dogs. He decided to avoid them for the time being.
Making it to the end of the road, he turned left, remembering the way he and the Losers had taken to the mall. It was like the calm before the storm as he walked farther into town. People and cars bustled to and fro nearly at the speed of light. It was like he blinked, and he missed something exciting happening right beside him. It was utter chaos, and Mike absolutely loved it.
The sun shone down on him, the weather being much different here than in Indiana as sweat dripped down his brow. He pulled his long sleeve over his head, wiping the sweat off before wrapping it around his waist. Underneath, he wore a black ACDC tank top and some dark skinny jeans that Beverly had him buy. And to top it off, he wore his old converse that his mom finally let him get at the beginning of the school year.
He went into a few stores, looking at all the items and cringing at most of the prices, but not really buying anything. Richie had only left him with money to get food, nothing else. And he did not want him to know he was walking the streets. He walked around a bit longer, nearly missing the vibration in his pants. He pulled out the phone, giving it a glance, assuming it was an old alarm before doing a doubletake. It showed that it was nearing 2 in the afternoon with all kinds of missed calls and messages.
"What the fuck?" He mumbled.
Richie: hey kid was just checking up on you
11:34 a.m.
Beverly: Mike, do you want us to bring you something back from the stores?
12:16 p.m.
Richie: did you keel over and die or something?
12:32 p.m.
Bill: please answer Richie hes really worried about u
12:57 p.m.
Richie: whatever Bill said hes lying
1:05 p.m.
Mike: just checking in
1:44 p.m.
That was the most recent text sent. Taking a seat on a nearby bench and messing around with the phone for a bit, he could finally make a group chat with all the Losers on it. He even changed their names.
Old Man: Mikey!
Old Man: wtf?
Mikey laughed to himself before responding.
Wri-tore: y didnt we think of this?
Wri-tore: um? Mikey?
Paladin: I honestly have no clue
Fireball: I see you've been having fun with your new phone
Paladin: :D
Old Man: that is the most age-appropriate response you have ever given us
Old Man: I'm not old Mike!
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FanfictionA year had passed since the defeat of IT. Since the death of Stan... Of Eddie. And Richie was not doing so well. From constantly drinking, losing his job, and having sex with any man that resembled Eddie. His life was other shit. What the fuck was h...
