We'll Always Be Losers, No Matter What (IT Rewrite)

Ben Hanscom Meets Will Cloverleaf & Eddie Kaspbrak

After Ben had an intense conversation with Beverly, he rushed home to change his clothes (he was sweating buckets!). Opting for a cool gray shirt and comfortable jeans, he made his way to the library. There, he picked up a few intriguing books and delved into their pages, eager to lose himself in the world of literature. "Mister Hanscom, what in Heaven's name are you doing here?" The librarian asked. "Just looking through books of Derry's history," said Ben, not looking up. "You know, it's a nice day outside, why don't you go out and make friends?" The librarian asked. "I'm perfectly fine," assured Ben. The librarian wanted to rebel against Ben's claim but shook her head in frustration and continued pushing her cart. As Ben wandered through the library, his gaze landed on a small stand tucked away in a corner, filled with a captivating array of postcards. Amidst the colorful assortment, one postcard immediately drew his attention with its vivid imagery of City Hall and the town's renowned woodcutter statue. Without hesitation, Ben purchased the postcard and settled into a cozy nook, feeling a surge of inspiration to craft a heartfelt love poem for Beverly. Just as he was starting to feel defeated after an hour of writer's block, he caught sight of two familiar faces, igniting a new wave of creativity. A captivating sight met his eyes as a girl with porcelain skin and white glasses stepped forward. Her deep brown eyes shone with an inquisitive gleam, peering out from beneath a cascade of dark, luxurious curls. Ben couldn't help but smile as he recognized her as Willow Cloverleaf, a girl he sometimes confused with Richard Tozier. By her side stood a young boy with tousled dark brown hair, fair complexion, and wide, fearful gray-blue eyes, sporting a fanny pack, Edward Kaspbrak, the Asthmatic kid.

Will and Eddie found themselves in a bit of a predicament. Eddie had just sneaked out of his house after an appointment and needed a place to lay low where his mom wouldn't think to look. Will, being the most mature out of their group of friends, was the only one available to help him out. Not that Stanley and Bill weren't mature, they were just conveniently "busy." So, the two of them hatched a plan to escape to the library and have some fun while they were at it. "Hey, isn't that Benjamin Hanscom?" asked Will. "Yeah," said Eddie, opening his fanny pack and grabbing his inhaler. "Looks like he's struggling to write something, should we help him?" Will asked. "Sure," said Eddie, with a nervous smile. "Hi, Ben," said Will. "Oh, hi," said Ben, nervously. "You're in our English class, right?" Eddie asked. "That's true," said Ben. "You need help?" Will asked. Ben looked like he was hesitant about two of his classmates looking at what he was doing and hanging out with him, but he nodded. "I'm struggling to think of what to write," Ben said, letting Eddie and Will see. "You're great at writing poetry in English Class, I don't know how this is a struggle to you," said Willow, lighting a Cigarette. "Will! You can't smoke in the library!" Eddie hissed. "So what? The librarian doesn't give a shit," scoffed Will. "I think I know what's missing in the poem, it's missing an authentic feel. You have to read another poem to get ideas in," Eddie said. "No shit Sherlock," scoffed Will. "What poem do you have in mind?" Ben asked. "I've got one, it's one that I saw in Stanley's notebook one time: 'June Summer smell, eyes brown as sweet chocolate, voice is beautiful as a bird singing, hearts will fall for each other one day, the future tells, every time I see her, my heart flutters,' " said Will. "Now, that's poetry," said Eddie, grinning. "That gives me an idea," said Ben, grabbing his lucky pen and beginning to write. "'January Embers, Hair's winter fire, My heart burns for you'" said Ben, with pride. "Damn, you should be an author when you grow up," said Will. "No, I'm more interested in Architecture," said Ben, with a smile while shaking his head. "Your loss," said Will. "Do you want to hang out at my house?" Eddie asked Will. "Isn't your mom there?" Willow scoffed. "At five in the afternoon, she's at the town's city hall for a meeting with the council, she spends a good three hours there," said Eddie. "Oh, Ben, do you wanna come with us?" Will asked. "I can't, My Mom says I have to go to the Movies and hang out with neighbors," said Ben, gathering his stuff. "All right, see you later, Benny," said Willow. "Bye, Ben," said Eddie, while jogging to catch up with Will. 'Looks like a good start to Summer,' thought Ben. He gathered his stuff and walked out the library, to drop off his stuff and head over to the Movie Theater.