how it started || losers club

ch 12

The oven beeped and they all took their cookies out. It smelled amazing in the room, and all of the cookies looked great. Bill ran into the storage room, returning with a box of cookie cutters. He set them on the table and lines up rows of icing.

"Okay, B-Beverly," Bill signaled for her.

"Alright! You all have completed step one of this challenge. Next, you all are going to each, one by one, come up and grab some cookie cutters and icing. Starting with group Men," she snickered at the nickname.

Riche snorted. "The shit kinda name is that?"

"I think it's a wonderful name," Mike said, and he and Ben walked up to the table to grab at what they wanted.

It took less than a minute before they returned to their station.

"Thank you, group Men, next, we have group Stenbrough!" Beverly said.

"Has a nice r-ring to it," Bill agreed with a smile. It didn't take long for them to get what they needed.

"And finally, group Reddie!"

"I love that one," Richir said with a grin, and Eddie rolled his eyes. They walked over to the table and looked over their options. "Okay, what if I made a Christmas tree," Richie said, grabbing a tree cutout. "And a reindeer."

Eddie looked at him stupidly. "You don't have nearly enough intelligence to make either of those."

"Watch me, cutie," Richie said with a final wink before grabbing the icing and cutters and walking back to their station.

Eddie blushed a bit and took what he wanted before his return.

"Alright! You all have twenty minutes to finish decorating your cookies, so make it worth it!" Beverly announced, and they prepared themselves. "Ready.. and.. go!"

They pulled open the lids of icing and got to work. Mike peered over his shoulder at Ben's cookie, admiring how well done it was so far. He chuckled.

"I guess not only are you good at architecture, you can decorate cookies outstandingly well," Mike complimented, and Ben looked at him with a smile.

"Thanks, Mike! You're not too bad yourself. Santa's a hard one," he said, nodding to Mike's cookie.

"It doesn't even look like Santa, it looks like if Santa got sat on by a reindeer and dragged through Derry like that."

Ben laughed and Mike chuckled. "You could say that."

Bill snickered as he looked at Stan's work. Stanley looked over at him.

"What?" he asked.

Bill shook his head and snorted. "Nothing."

"Okay, I know I'm not the best at decorating cookies, but it's not that bad!"

"It.. It really is t-that bad, Stan," he admitted.

"Oh give me a break, I don't even celebrate this but I'm doing it for the fun of it."

"Yeah, yeah, I k-know."

Stanley laughed when he finally came to look at his cookie genuinely. "Maybe you were right."

Bill looked at him, then down at his cookie and smiled. "Yeah?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "You need to teach me how to do this, I mean really, what the hell is this?"

Bill laughed. "Not a snowman, that's for ss-sure." He pulled out his phone, and, laughing, he snapped a quick picture of Stan's work.

Stanley sighed. He nodded, accepting his defeat. "This is actually shit."