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8.

EIGHT.

❝TRASH THE TRASHMOUTH, I GET IT.❞

BEVERLY HAD ASKED ALL OF US to meet at her place, so that's where I was currently headed. The wheels turned and bumped over the roads on my way there.

Her house wasn't far from mine so it didn't take long for me to arrive. I pulled up from around the corner and saw all the bikes scattered on the ground. I parked my bike along with the other ones and spottedRichie sitting along a small hill of grass. His hands were perched up on his knees and his head lay in his hands.

"Hey Rich, where's the others?" He looked over to me with his bright eyes, then replied, "They're inside Beverly's. They told me to stay on the lookout, you want to join?" He patted a spot of grass beside him, asking me to sit down and stay with him. "Oh, sure."

The grass was slightly damp under me but I didn't mind. I thought about telling Richie about my experience from last night, but I somehow managed to just brushed it off as a nightmare. He probably wouldn't believe me if I did.

"So, what are they doing up there?" I asked, referring to the rest of the group. "I don't know, they asked me to stay out here incase Beverly's dad comes home. As if I'm their security guard but 'cause of these muscles." I laughed, from Richie flexing his 'muscles' and at the thought of Richie in a fight with Beverly's father. "Oh come on, Rich. You would totally win in a boxing match against some old dad."

"Who said I couldn't? Were you even paying attention when I was playing Street Fighter? I kicked the other dude's ass," he lectured. Blush lightly placed itself around my cheeks as I thought about yesterday. My eyes were more glued to his face, rather than the game he prided himself in. "Yeah, totally." I covered up my embarrassment with a short chuckle.

Richie and I spent our time talking about anything and everything. Our topics ranged from his arcade to how we met Stanley to a lot of other things. "You know what's so strange, I probably wouldn't even be friends with you all unless you invited me on the last day of school."

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE HOURS, the gang ran down the steps. We both turned around and stood up as the Losers approached. "Y/n! I didn't even know you were here. You should've came in," said Beverly when she noticed me standing beside Richie.

Everyone picked up their own bikes and we walked along the road while Richie circled us on his. The group explained everything we missed while waiting outside. Apparently Beverly's bathroom sink exploded with blood, covering the whole room and leaving nothing untouched.

"Did Richie force you to stay out with him?" Stanley teased yet Richie was not having it. "No, I didn't force her to stay with me. What age do you think I am, 6?" He snapped. "Chill, Richie. He's just messing with you," Beverly chimed in.

"No, I love being your personal doorman, really," he said with a clear tone of sarcasm. "Could you idiots have taken any longer?" He earned a couple 'shut up, Richie's at his complaining.

It was funning how fuming he was by a little teasing. "Oh, okay. Trash the trashmouth, I get it," he continued, "Hey, I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining that her sink went all Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween."

"She didn't imagine," Bill spoke up. Everyone slowed their walking and came to a halt as he stuttered out more. "I s-s—saw something too."
"You saw blood, too?"
"Not blood," he swallowed before continuing, "I saw G—G-Georgie." Emotions like sadness, guilt and fear were evident in his eyes as he recalled back to what he seen. "It seemed so real. I mean, it seemed like there was this . ." He paused before Eddie finished his sentence. "The clown." He looked around. "Yeah, I saw him too."

Ben nodded his head, as well as Stanley. I looked down to my feet as I thought about what I deemed as a 'nightmare'. The spider I seen, it turned into a clown before it disappeared. Maybe it wasn't a bad dream after all. They all claim to be seeing It also.

Richie unsurprisingly interrupted. "Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?" I looked back up and our eyes locked.
"See, Y/n didn't see anything either."
"Richie, I saw It too."

A silence was cast over the group till Richie lost eye contact with me. I felt a slight pang in my chest till we heard yelling coming from the barrens. Our heads all turned to the direction it was coming from and by the side of the road was a dark blue-ish car.

"Oh shit. That's Belch Huggins' car. We should- We should probably get out of here."
"Yeah."
The others were ready to leave till Bill pointed out a small bike thrown in the bushes beside the car. "Wait, isn't that the homeschool kid's bike?"
"Yeah that's Mike's."
"We have to help him," said Beverly.
"We should?" Richie asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Richie," I replied dropping my bike and running off into the trees with Beverly.
The rest of the group mirrored our actions and we all ran till we got closer to the yelling.