drown ★ it 2017 (completed)

love buzz

as soon as heather woke up, she started crying, again. the memories from the previous night came rushing in. she cried and cried from fear until there were no more tears and her throat hurt. heather wiped her eyes, shook her hands, and stood up. sje looked at the time, 9:47 A.M. it was pretty late in the day, so she decided to wake up bill.

she walked up the stairs, and heard bill reciting the select few of words he used to get over his stuttering.

"

he thrusts his f-fists against the posts and s-t-till insists he sees the g-g—

hosts... goddamnit!"

heather knocked on the door, "bill?"

"heather? sh-shit, i forgot you slept ov-ver last n-night."

"it's okay," she giggled, "i did, too."

bill smiled.

"would 'ya bike with me home?"

"of-f cours-se."

the pair walked through the hallway, down the stairs, and through the front door. bill went to grab his bike and heather walked down the driveway. she hopped on her bike as the brown-haired boy drove down the driveway.

"wait up!" heather said as she pedaled faster.

•••

the two kids arrived at heather's motorhome, safe and sound. they got off their bikes and made their way towards her front door.

"thank you, again. for walking me home and letting me stay the night. it was really kind of you."

bill awkwardly smiled, "of c-course. anyt-time."

heather gave him a hug, then kissed his cheek, "love 'ya. see you later, stutter butter."

"stutter butter" was a nickname that she had given bill. it wasn't for any particular reason, except that it rhymed. she had nicknames for all of them. richie's was ass glass, eddie's was fanny pack (really creative, i know), and stanley's was noodle boy.

"bye."

•••

june, 1989

the sewer smelt like shit. well, that's exactly what it was. heather stuck her head in, and gave it a nice, long, whiff. she nearly puked.

"don't smell it." she warned.

"what does it smell like?" eddie asked.

"your moms ass, eddie." richie chimed.

"oh, shut up, ass glass." heather said.

all the kids stood outside of the large opening, curious to whether or not they should actually walk in. finally, bill stepped in with his flashlight.

"w-where's the poison ivy?" eddie questioned.

"no where!" richie retorted.

"well, i'm starting to get itchy, and i'm pretty sure this isn't healthy for my–"

"do you use the same bathroom as your mother?"

"sometimes, yeah."

"then you probably have crabs."

heather snorted, and eddie glared back at her.

"that's so not funny."

richie walked behind bill, then turned around, "aren't you guys coming in?"

"no fuckin way. it smells like my grandfather's backed up toilet in there." heather answered.

"nuh-uh, it's gray water." eddie said.

"what the hell's gray water?" richie asked.

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

the tozier dipped a stick into the water, and brought up some weird shit, and sniffed it, "it doesn't smell like caca to me, señor."

"have you ever heard of a staph infection?"

"oh, i'll show you a staph infection."

"this is so unsanitary. this is literally like swimming in a toilet bowl right now."

bill picked up a shoe, and observed it, "guys!"

everyone was silenced by his voice, and turned around to look at him.

"don't tell me that's..." stan trailed off.

"whose sneaker is it?" eddie asked with concern.

"it's betty ripsom's." richie said.

betty was one of the kids to go missing in the past couple of months. it was traumatizing, really.

"holy shit. shit! what the fuck!" heather yelled.

"what if she's still here?" stan asked.

heather's eyes went wide, "what the hell, noodle boy? don't say that. don't fucking say that!"

richie and bill ventured farther down the tube, "eddie, c'mon!"

"my mom will have an aneurysm, okay?! if she finds out we're playing down here, i'm serious." fanny pack stated, "bill?"

"if i was betty ripsom, i would want us to find me." he said.

"what the fuck." heather whispered.

"g-georgie, too."

eddie breathed in deeply, "what if i don't wanna find him?"

"then you're a dickhead." heather replied.

"shut up. i mean, no offense, bill, but i don't wanna end up like georgie."

there was an awkward pause.

"i don't wanna go missing, either."

sorry this chapter was mostly dialogue. anyways, this is my longest chapter so far :)