Your Song. [Losers club oneshots]

You Can't Hug All Your Friends

A/N: This song makes me physically ill.

Pretend Pennywise and shit happened but like...Georgie lived.

Warning: Heavy angst<3 Low-key horror towards the end but like..psychological

Mike kale Hanlon needs a hug.

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Mike hates Sundays.

It's a weekend so he can't get any work done. Yet it's the day before the week starts so he can't do anything fun.

It was always a blur. Weekends.

The memories being a messy pile of laughter and depression. Excitement and misery.

Saturday and Sunday.

Saturdays the losers hang out. Doing whatever they can to salvage the little childhood they have left. Usually that involves Richie setting his mind to a useless mission and dragging everyone else along.

The latest mission was finding a way to transport the TV in Bills basement to the bunker/clubhouse and getting an extension cord long enough to plug it up.

The result was 7 teenagers using a makeshift rope and pulley system to move the TV from the basement, a nosy Georgie Denbrough startling Eddie into letting go of the rope, and a concerned Zachary Denbrough seeing Mike catch a 50 pound TV sliding down the stairs.

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"My life just flashed before my eyes." Eddie said through panicked breaths while Richie had his hand on the boys back trying to calm him down.

Mike carefully placed the TV on the floor.

"Okay, well, that plan failed." Bev sighed as she collected all the rope.

"We could try just carrying it up? Mike and Ben cause theyre the strongest and we'll all just spot them from behind." Bill suggested.

"Personally this whole thing seems stupid to me. I don't think we need a TV in the clubhouse." Stan said from where he was sitting on the stairs.

"Who?"

"What?"

"Asked."

Bev and Mike tried to contain their laughter as Eddie hit Richie in the side.

Ben downright cackled.

Stan flipped Richie off. "Real mature."

Richie smiled sarcastically at Stan and bowed at the other losers. "I'm a comedian, I know."

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Often times, Saturdays feel like years ago for him. Even though he never sleeps on Saturday nights.

It's hard to sleep after hanging out with the losers in general. The everlasting fear that something bad could happen to them at any moment being what he thinks about all night. (Thanks Pennywise.)

It's not like he needs much sleep anyways. Mike's schedule for every week goes as follows:

Monday- Farm work