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

Chapter 31: A Renaissance Faire, Whatever That Is

June 6th, 1989

Your P.O.V

I lay my head on my arms, resting on the table. Last night was a long one, and I do not want to do anything else except sleep today. For some reason, I don't feel like my wish will be granted. It's almost like I'm the main character of a book filled with random shit that doesn't really help the plotline. But that would be crazy.

My eyes close, and I try to get some sleep. Right after I feel my body become limp, someone shakes my shoulder.

"We're going somewhere today." Océane props my body up against the chair as I complain about being tired. "If you wanted sleep, you should have gone to bed earlier, dumbass." She grabs my arm and drags me to the room I'm staying in. "Get the renaissance dress."

Begrudgingly, I walk to my suitcase and pull out the dress. I show it to Océane, who motions for me to put it on. Annoyed at her, I slam the door in her face. I start to lay down in bed, but make myself get dressed in the stupid dress. The dress obviously can't be stupid, as it's an inanimate object. I spend the time wondering for what idiotic reason I need to wear this dress in summer. I just know I'm going to melt.

I finish putting on the dress, then go back into the kitchen. Sitting at the table, I wait for someone to explain what the fuck is going on. Nobody comes, and instead, I hear my parents calling me to come down. I'm always the last one to know anything in this family and I'm fed up. The next time someone brings something really important up a few days before it needs to be done, I may fight them.

When I get down to the entrance of my grandparents apartment building, the rest of my family is already there. They all stayed up later than me, but they're ready for the day when it's not even 8:30 yet. I think they're conspiring against me. "So what is going on with the costumes?" I rest my hands on my hips.

They just stare at me, then look at each other, smiling mischievously. Mom says, "It's a surprise, but I know you'll like it." This is so irritating, why can't I get a straight answer from people? I want to cry out in anger, but it's too early for that shit.

We separate into two cars, my grandparents' car and my parents' car. I linger back to see who goes with who, so I can take a nap until we get… wherever it is that we're going. Océane and Charles go into Mom and Dad's car. That means Mamie and Papi are all alone in their car. Kicking my leg into the air as celebration, I prepare myself for a car nap.

I sit down in the backseat and buckle up. Since it just makes logical sense to stay in the same car on the way back, I brought something to cover up the belt buckle. Don't want to burn off my fingerprints. No illegal activity going on here, no siree. My shoulder leans against the door as I try to find a somewhat comfortable position. Eventually, I manage to discover that I can basically just lay down and be perfectly fine.

My arms cross over my chest, and I remember I promised that I'd call Mike as soon as I could. Well, I'll just have to wait until after this torture. The trees pass by, and I try to count them as best I can. I feel bad about ignoring Mike so much, we used to be super close best friends.

Slumped against the window, my body feels every bump and jerky movement the car makes. Grandparents are supposed to be super slow and careful drivers, but not mine. Mamie and Papi are some of the most adventurous people I know. They wouldn't hesitate to go bunker jumping off the highest point allowed, but they have to stay home more often because of me.

I made my parents stay in Derry. I made Charles and Océane have to stay with Mami and Papi instead of with me, Mom, and Dad. It's all thanks to my selfishness and my stupid, ridiculous, impossible crush on the wonderful Beverly Marsh. I wonder how she would react if she found out how much I cry myself to sleep because of her.