𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 ~ 𝟎𝟐

i was awoken by a pillow to the face. my glasses were half off my face, my sheets nowhere to be seen, and my book crumpled to the side. light was pouring through my windows when a shadow stepped in front of them. i opened my eyes and saw a blurry figure, readjusting my glasses and rubbing my eyes as the figure came into focus. my brother, ritchie fucking tozier, was standing there with grin.

"wake up. we're going to the sewer"

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"that's poison ivy. and that's poison ivy. and that's poison ivy" stanley says, pointing at every plant around. much of which is not actually poison ivy.

"where? where is the poison ivy?" eddie asks, as he starts to hyperventilate.

"nowhere." i said, trying to calm him down. "stan doesn't know what he's talking about." i give eddie a small smile as stanley rolls his eyes.

i walked past the two and into the entrance of the sewer between bill and richie. bill looks up at my arrival and sends me a smile.

"you ready to do this??" i ask him, determined to help find some answers.

"yes." he replies, as we started to wade into the murky, gross water.

we walk next to each other deeper in while richie yells something back to eddie about having crabs. they're so in love.

"aren't you guys coming in?" richie asks the two boys still standing at the entrance.

"uh uh. that's grey water." eddie answers back, shuddering.

"what the hell is grey water?"

"it's basically piss and shit. so i'm just telling you, you guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of derry pee."

richie moved to pick up a stick laying in the water.

"doesn't smell like caca to me, señor"

"okay. i can smell that from here." eddie scoffed.

"it's probably just your breath wafting back into your face."

"have you ever heard of a staph infection?"

the two continued to bicker as i shone my light towards the water. my eye caught something floating. shoes. more specifically, galoshes.

"guys." i said, breaking up the argument between richie and eddie that was still going on. i held up the discolored shoe.

"shit. don't tell me that's..." stan spoke.

"g..georgie w..wore g...galoshes." bill began to speak, stuttering worst then usual.

"whose sneaker is it?" eddie asked meekly, turning pale.

bill looked into the shoes and we searched for a name. b ripsom.

"they're betty's." i said, with a small gasp.

"oh, shit. oh, god. oh, fuck! i don't like this." eddie spit out. he never even liked the idea in the first place.

richie just awkwardly laughed a bit, trying to relax the tense situation.

"how do you think betty feels? running around these tunnels with only one frickin' shoe." he lifted one of his legs and started to fake hobble run. i gave him a glare and rolled my eyes, tired of his bullshit.