Vigilante Shit ◇ Bill Denbrough

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Clark Kent

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"Are you ever going to stop smoking?" Eleanor asks her friend as they stand in front of a shelf of Tampax.

"Maybe." Beverly shrugs her shoulders.

"It's not good for your health and also those things are quickening your ageing." The blonde points out.

"I really don't care about anything anymore." Beverly sighs, before grabbing a tampax pack from the shelf.

"What do you mean? You have to care about yourself, Bev." Eleanor argues. "We're still young. There's a world waiting for us."

"You sound like a psychologist." The redhead grins.

"It's not a joke, Bev." Eleanor looks at her with a serious face.

"Oh, come on! Don't be that serious!" Beverly complains jokingly.

"Whatever." The blonde rolls her eyes as they walk out of the aisle and is about to go to the counter to pay for it, when they see Gretta coming their way.

"See you later, Dad." She greets her dad.

"Just great." Eleanor mumbles under her breath at Gretta's presence. Why does she always have to be in their way? There's nothing to blame though. It's her father's pharmacy after all.

"See you, Gretta." Mr. Keene greets her daughter.

The two best friends quickly go to the next aisle to avoid another round of harassment from Gretta, where they run into Bill and his friends.

Beverly quickly hides the Tampax behind her back as Bill and Eddie glance at them.

"You guys okay?" Bill asks them just when Eleanor and Beverly share a look with relief at Gretta walking out of the pharmacy behind them.

"We're fine." The redhead replies.

"What's wrong with you?" Eleanor asks him.

"None of your business." Stanley says.

"There's a kid outside. Looked like someone killed him." Eddie answers for them.

"We need some supplies, but we don't have enough money." Bill adds.

Beverly look at the boys for a second, then glances at the counter, looking as though she just came up with an idea. "Maybe I got an idea."

Realising what she's planning on, Eleanor shakes her head with disapproval. "No, we're not doing that."

"Yes, we're." Beverly smirks.

Soon, Beverly and Eleanor approach the counter together to meet the old man with glasses.

"How are you, Mr. Keene?" The blonde asks him.

"I'm good. How about you, Miss. Holden?" Mr. Keene asks her with a smile.

"Good." She smiles back.

"So, what did you guys got?" He asks, looking at the stuff the redhead is holding.

"Few things." Beverly tells, placing the stuff on the counter. Mr. Keene starts to work on the bill when Beverly speaks again. "I like your glasses, Mr. Keene. You look just like Clark Kent."

"I think Mr. Keene looks more handsome than Clark Kent." Eleanor corrects her, playing along.

"I agree." Beverly says.

"Oh." Mr. Keene chuckles. "I don't know about that."

"Can I try them?" Beverly requests.

"Mmm. Sure." Mr. Keene takes his glasses off and gives them to Beverly.