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

Beverly Shows Off Her Yoyo Skillz To Richie

Warning: Transphobic comment.

Richie begrudgingly prepared to join the neighbors for a movie night, even though he wasn't too keen on the idea. He shrugged on his favorite Hawaiian shirt and jeans, grabbed his backpack and some cash, and headed out. Despite not knowing who these neighbors were, his mom, Maggie, assured him that they were around his age.

Richie's anticipation rose as he made his way to the movie theater, ready to meet up with his friends. Despite his excitement to get an excuse to eat as much junk food as he wanted, he couldn't shake the feeling that this gathering might not live up to his expectations. Suddenly, a familiar face from school caught his eye as she approached the theater, standing there with an air of hesitance. Her long ginger hair was neatly tied into a ponytail with a vibrant red ribbon, and she was dressed in a striking red polka-dot dress paired with a red and black jacket. Completing her ensemble were a pair of sleek black ankle boots, and her eyes shone with a captivating light mint green hue. Her name was Beverly Marsh, known as the lustful whore and hooker slut. 'Great, now I'm going to be forced to fuck her tonight,' Richie groaned, in his thoughts. In an attempt to avoid engaging in conversation, Richie retrieved his yoyo and began to use it, despite his limited proficiency. "You know, you can use more gravity and speed with it," said Beverly, heading over to Richie and seating down with him. "Don't give a shit, slut," snapped Richie, scooting away from Beverly. "Don't you dare call me that!" Beverly shouted, crossing her arms. "You know those facts say that!" Richie shouted, giving Beverly the middle finger. "They. Are. Not. Fucking. True!" Beverly shrieked, before breaking down into tears and sobbing, which seemed pathetic to Richie. As Richie was on the verge of formulating a biting retort, he abruptly halted. A profound sense of guilt washed over him, triggered by the sight of the girl in tears. Something about it struck him as deeply unjust. Looking at Beverly, it was evident to him that she wasn't the type to toy with boys' emotions, but rather a person seeking fairness and exuding a sense of composure. "Those rumors aren't true at all, they are pathetic bullshit that Gretta Bowie made up to bully me," mumbled Beverly, wiping away her tears. Richie found himself caught in a web of doubt, unsure of whom to trust. Beverly's story seemed dubious, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this girl, much like Bill with his stutter, Eddie with his asthma, Stanley being Jewish, Will with her psychic abilities, and Richie himself as the resident Trashmouth, was an outsider in their own right due to the constant rumors and taunts. "You aren't the only one who is constantly harassed by bullies. We are as well," said Richie, getting out a Cigarette and lighting it. "Who's 'we'?" asked Beverly. "Me, Bill Denbrough, Stan Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Will Cloverleaf, strange last name if you ask me," said Richie. "I know Bill, he's in my Homeroom," sighed Beverly, her eyelashes fluttering. "I'm going to guess that you have a crush on the kid?" Richie scoffed. "Understandment," mused Beverly, before looking through her pocket for a Cigarette and groaning from not seeing any Cigarette. "Don't have a Cigarette?" Richie asked. "How did you know I was looking for a Cigarette?" Beverly asked, suspiciously. "C'mon! Everyone smokes! It's obvious that you want a Cigarette," scoffed Richie, giving Beverly a pack of Winston. "Oh my god! Thank you!" Beverly exclaimed, hugging Richie. "Don't fucking mention it," fumed Richie. "You're Richard Tozier, The Trashmouth of Many Voices!" Beverly giggled. "Sounds about right," shrugged Richie. "Are you Trans?" asked Beverly. "Fuck no! I'm a Man, and I always fucking will be," said Richie, in a Arnold Schwarzenegger accent. "Damn, that was an accurate Arnold accent!" Beverly exclaimed. "Meh, It's not the best, I'm still workin' on it," said Richie, in his normal voice. "Speaking of which, why do you do different voices? Not that it isn't fun, but why?" asked Beverly, out of curiosity. Richie stood still, his mind racing in confusion. He was at a loss for how to react to the unexpected and deeply personal question about his talent for imitating different voices. Richie found it too personal to answer the question because he often used different voices to mimic other people. He did this because he wanted to escape being himself and become someone else. For example, he would imitate Will's complaints about not being able to listen to her Walkman in the library, or Eddie's witty comebacks to Richie's inappropriate jokes about Sonia Kaspbrak, Eddie's mom. Richie, however, came up with a clever excuse involving his talent for mimicking voices. "I do it because it makes other people laugh and smile, especially Eddie," Richie sighed. "I didn't know you had kindness in your heart," Beverly snickered. "Shut up," Richie fumed. "So, about that Yoyo?" asked Beverly, reaching out her hand. "Fine, show me what guts you have," said Richie, giving Beverly his Yoyo. "Just watch," said Beverly. Beverly's presence on the sidewalk was marked by a contemplative stance, the weight of the yoyo in her hand a tangible force. With a deft flick of her wrist, she imparted a spin to the yoyo, observing its dance through the air as it grappled with the pull of gravity. The yoyo descended gracefully, executing elaborate loops that seemed to express a will of its own. Abruptly, the yoyo veered off course, colliding with a young child indulging in a delectable ice cream cone. The unforeseen path of the yoyo caused the child's treat to topple to the ground, leaving a sticky mess on the pavement. Undeterred by the mishap, Beverly continued to manipulate the yoyo with grace and skill, orchestrating mesmerizing patterns in the air through the deft movements of her arms. Eventually, as fatigue set in, she returned Richie's yoyo. "I've gotta admit it, you've got skills, girl," Richie chuckled. "Thanks, asshole," scoffed Beverly, getting out her new Cigarette and lighting it, puffing smoke into the sunset sky. "Beverly?!" Ben Hanscom exclaimed, in shock. "Ben? I didn't know you were coming with us," Beverly said, surprised.