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NARRATORS POV

"I uh, I saw the video of you fighting Bowers, and uh.. God, it looks worse in person," Eddie muttered. "Just- I just wanted to ask if you were ok? Also, you're late. Remember you said you'd go hang at Bill's?"
"Right.. I was just fixing up my mess of a face. Gotta look good for your mom." Richie snickered.
"Beep beep Richie, get ready for the sleepover."
"Fineee.. but why'd you come to my place? My place is pretty far from yours. You could've just called." Richie questions.
Eddie enters himself in and states, "You didnt answer." Eddie shrugs. Richie follows behind Eddie to the kitchen while taking the mask off.

"Why you looking in my fridge? Trying to find out what the trashmouth eats in his day to day life? Sorry to disappoint but it's mainly your moms-" Richie smirks.
"I'm helping you get your stuff for the sleepover," Eddie dismisses, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Jeez, do you have anything in here? All that's here is OJ, coffee, and some apples."
"I apologize Dr. K, but according to 'MatPat,' an apple a day keeps the orthodontist away!" Richie says in his one of his voices.
"Don't call me that!" Eddie says, chuckling. "Oh! Found some cool ranch Doritos, mind if I pack them?"
"Shoot."
"Also, did you bandage yourself up? Because you did an absolute garbage job at it." Eddie says lightheartedly.
"Well sorry I'm not a health brainiac."
"Here- let me just adjust this real quick..." Eddie states, taking off the bandaid on Richies right cheek. "Yeah.. you're gonna need more than a spiderman bandaid for that.. thing."
"What? Its a classic!"
"The bruise is dark purple, which shows its healing, but it's gonna need some extra help with that.. here." Eddie ignores Richies comment, taking out a pill bottle from his second fanny pack and hands it to Richie. "Get some water and drink it with the a pill. Make sure to do the same tomorrow until it looks normal."
"You mean this doesn't contain poison?" Richie says, looking at the labels on the pill bottle.
"Of course not, you look poisoned enough. In the mean time, use this bandaid instead. it'll actually cover the wound."
"Also, what do I do about the broken nose?" Richie asks.
"It's broken?! You've gotta be kidding.. You can't go out with a broken nose! It'll only make it worse, you know!" Eddie scowls, grabbing random items from both his fanny packs. Eddie grabs his inhaler and uses it every ten second or so, and hands the confused boy multiple things from his fanny pack. "Never thought I'd use this but, yeah.."
"And this is..?"
"Medicine, obviously. Drink it three times a day, in the morning, afternoon, and midnight, though, your gonna have to go to a doctor. Ugh.. never get involved with Bowers again. Okay?"
"If it means I get to see your mom again, obviously."
"Beep beep."
"Sorry."
"Don't say that."

The two packed Richie's stuff, Eddie doing most of the packing, and the pair biked to Bill's.
"He-llo losers!" Richie yells outside Bills door.
"Hey trashmouth! You're la-te!" a short-haired ginger called out while Bill opened the door.
"Sorry Bev, got caught up doing your mom, but I'm here now." Richie remarked, shrugging off the fact he's an hour and a half late.
"W-we already f-finished a m-movie. We're t-t-t-twenty t-three minutes in t-this one." Bill says, nudging the two to enter.
"What movie is it Bill?" Eddie questions, holding his bag of things he packed while walking towards the group, Richie following.
"It's called 'I-It.' Its about t-this g-group of f-friends b-b-being chased b-by a killer c-clown.
"Ooooo, scary movie, huh? I hate clowns, they give me weird vibes." Richie shrugs.
"Germs are even worse! Just imagine getting sick and just.. ugh!" the small germophobe expressed.
"Fire... bad memories and it just makes me feel so... I just don't like it at all." Mike said under his breath, though everyone heard him.
"Past memories, they p-put me in a b-b-bad mood since m-most of them a-are b-bad."
"Hm.. I guess being teased. It makes me feel bad about myself. I'm just happy it's only the Bowers gang, others have it much worse." Ben smiled. "What about you two, Bev and Stan? What's something you hate?" Ben asked curiously.
"I don't think I can tell," Beverly shrugs, turning towards Stan. "What about you Stan?"
"Hm? Well I don't really have anything I hate."
Stan says laying down and staring at the ceiling.
"What?! I can't believe this, Stan the Man doesn't hate something? Has the old Stan the Man been taken over by an alien?" Richie snickers, earning a playful shove from Stan.
"D-do you g-guys wanna w-w-watch t-the movie or w-what?" Bill asks, holding the remote in his hands.
"Obviously, press play already!" Beverly says lightheartedly.
"Okay, o-okay!" and as Bill presses play, everyone in the room gets quiet, watching the television attentively, with a small comment from Richie every now and then.

"My arm just broke! He- I-it just broke my arm!" a high pitched voice said from the TV.
"Okay, okay, uh, I'm gonna try and snap it back into place okay?" a worried voice explains
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME DON- AHHH!"
Eddie pauses the film, earning a couple of groans from the small group.
"It was just getting to the good part, Eds! The clown guy was about to come in!" Richie whined.
"Stop acting like a kid, I only paused it because of the bone crack... it was so... ugh! I hate it!" Eddie complained.
"Eddie can you unpause it?" Beverly said with an annoyed tone in her voice.
"S-sure.. sorry." Eddie muttered, unpausing the movie.
"Don't say that." Richie said, poking the brown-haired boys shoulder.
"Say wh- Oh." Eddie realized, looking Richie in the eyes then looking at the small bruise on his cheek. "You've gotta get that checked out soon. The pills and medicine I gave you will only hold it off and stop infections."
"Yeah, yeah I know, I will Dr. K. Just can't seem to get your hands off me, huh?"
"Beep beep, Rich."

Richie and Eddie get back to watching the movie, and about one hour later, they finally finish it.
"I can't believe they left it off on a cliffhanger!" Mike frowns.
"Honestly the effects were trash," Stan observed, "good idea, bad execution."
"I t-t-think it was g-good, I-I liked t-the p-p-part where they a-all faced their f-f-fears." a stuttering voice called out.
"The best part was when the clown guy did the renegade and called himself the dancing clown." Richie snickered, earning a few giggles from his friends.
"That was not the renegade!" Beverly said laughing.
"Then what was it?" the boy with blurry vision asked.
"Not the renegade?" Beverly added, still laughing a bit.
"It's not like I could see the screen anyways," Richie said, waving his hand around, "Bowers is the reason for that."
"Did he make you go blind?" a curly haired boy said sarcastically. Richie shruged in response.
"What even happened? I heard some of the gossipers talking about it and I was confused." Bev questioned.
"He punched me in the face after I called him pathetic. That's why I have a bandaid."
"W-what about y-your n-n-nose?" Stuttering Bill asked.
"Broken, I'm taking some meds from Dr. K over here so I'll be fine." Richie dismisses.
"Do your parents know?" the chubby boy in the corner questioned.
"Nah, but can we do something else? I'd rather do Henry's mom instead of talk about my face." Richie whines, earning a sigh from Bev.
"Alright, then what do you guys wanna do?" Mike asks.
"Truth or d-d-dare?" Bill requests.
"Everybody does that at sleepovers, let's do something else." Stan says, dismissing Bills idea.
"Kiss, marry, kill?" Bev suggests, earning a few confused looks from the room. "It's a game where someone suggests three people and you have to rank them as either kiss, marry, or kill."
"T-t-that's brutal. Lets d-do i-it." Bills calls out, earning a couple of nods from everyone in the room.
"Bev, y-you go first s-since you s-s-suggestes i-it."

"Alright, Stan. Kiss, marry, kill: Bill, me, and Eddie."
"Why me? Uh, whatever, Bill, kiss, you marry and uh, sorry Eddie." Stan declared, rushing.
"Marry me? Damn I must be the unluckiest girl in the world." Bev says sarcasticly, earning a snicker from Richie, who was sitting next to Eddie.

"Alright, Rich. Kiss, marry, kill: Eddie, Henry, and Evelyn." Stan states.

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(A/N: haha sorry this is simalar 2 mixtape, js finished reading it so alot of inspo comes from it, though i will be taking a break so i can actually plan the chapters instead of winging it, so hope 2 see yall soon!! - dollar tree richie)