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"YOU GOT YOURSELF AN ADMIRER, BOWERS."
Richie Tozier was having a field day after he had heard the extremely awkward, almost uncomfortable exchange between Stanley and Amanda where he had told her to be safe, for she had stepped up to the plate for him. Not that Richie knew that - all he saw was his best friend for years getting flustered by the melancholy girl who had hung around with them that summer; not that he had anything against Amanda anymore, but it was still fun to tease.
Even as the four members of their group who had pulled the shortest straw (or offered their way in) stepped into the wretched monster of a house they were haunted by, Richie kept his strong wall of humour high and mighty. No matter the creaks of the weak floorboards that had grown damp with mildew or the cobwebs that hung low, almost wafting into their faces by an unexplainable breeze that entered with them.
There was a smell in the air; tangy, musty and sickly. It clogged up the floorpan of the house, full and stuffy in every single empty and torn apart room. Whether the furniture be destroyed with age or ripped by teenagers that hide out here in the night, there was not a piece of craftsmanship standing within the house. The dark oak walls still held strong whilst the four stepped into the open entryway, but there was a shake that could almost crumble them.
Archways either side of them. One into what they supposed was the old living room with a white wooden desk peeling away, a torn up sofa and several overturned wooden chairs all filled with dust and leaves that must've wafted in through the open windows. The only light they had was from the boarded up windows where some planks had fallen away, letting the summer sun seep into the wooden house, casting an unnatural image onto the ghostly scene.
"Lucky for you..." Richie continued, talking to Amanda even though she wasn't really listening, her eyes stretching across the room and taking in the old architecture as Eddie heaved and huffed from beside her. "He'll be a man soon. Chopped dick."
"Shut it, Richie." Eddie scoffed, mouth agape as he gagged slightly at the smell of the house they had all wandered into. The jagged edges of the walls told Amanda this might've been a bad day to wear shorts as she avoided getting stabbed by the wall. "Ugh, I can smell it."
"Don't breathe through your mouth," Richie advised, his tone dulcet.
"Why?" Eddie said worriedly, flinging out his inhaler from his fanny pack and shaking it, trying to ready himself.
"Cause then you're eating it." The four-eyed boy among them grimaced, tugging at the hem of his Freese's T-shirt in nerves whereas Amanda just glanced back at them both, shaking her head and then looking forward. "The chopped dick is a Jew thing, by the way, Amanda."
"Thanks," She smiled tightly at him, not really wanting to become as comfortable with Stanley as knowing what his privates looked like. A little bit of Jewish culture had been delivered to her upon entering the Uris house, but nothing had been said about penises.
