mischief | losers club |

their dream

Edited- 6/20/20

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We walk into the ice cream parlor with sad eyes. Stan was the first boy I saw, and his eyes were fulfilled with the same type of sorrow as mine. "I saw IT in my dream last night," Stan said once we neared the table.

"I only saw a duck." Ben chuckled.

"I didn't." Beverly added in.

"I s-saw h-him too," Bill replied.

"Yeah. He seemed so real."
Mike chipped in.

"He visited me as well."
Eddie started to have a asthma attack again.

"Fine. I guess I did to." Richie whined. I guess he just wanted to look and/or sound strong.

"I didn't." I pitched in confused.
"What did you all see?"

"I saw him in Bill's house. He was by Y/N's new room. His teeth sharper than anything I've ever seen," Mike started.

"Yeah, and his fingers were like knifes, his eyes a tint of orange. He slowly opened Y/N's door and there she was laying on the bed." Stan added.

"There Y/N laid in a lavender pajama top. Her hair laid out in front of her face. He walked in the room as we followed like a camera directing a film." Richie sounded like a professional writing a novel.

"Then her eyes shot open. Her eyes a blood red. Tears stream down her  (s/c) face.
Pennywise takes her into his arms and drops her into to air. But she floats." Eddie scarcely tells us.

"Th-Then his s-squeaky voice filled the cold air. Y-You'll float to! He said. Y/N's b-body drops to the fl-floor. Blood rushes o-out of her head as she scr-screamed for he-help." Bill shivers.

"The blood floats up and disappeared. IT takes Y/N in his arms and whispers something to her. Soon enough they're both gone." Richie adds in again.

The bell rings on the ice cream parlor desk rings, knocking me out from my trance. How in gods name could they all have the same dream? Why did they not find it odd either? Did this happen often?

"Y/N? You okay?" Eddie asked, grabbing my attention away as I focused on the silver bell.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks." I smiled faintly, standing up so I could regain my composure. We stood in line for a singular cone of ice cream, Bill holding the money for all of us. Behind us, I saw Amanda glaring daggers at me. I'll never understand her obsession with Bill. A crush is fine, but hers is mental.

"Oh Bill! When will you finally acknowledge I really exists." I mock her, clutching my chest, and tilting my head to the side.

"Sorry. I thought Beverly was the slut. Guess the real one is you." She pointed to me.

"How do you even know what a slut is? Aren't you failing like, every class?" I say referring to the chat she had with the teacher on the last day of school about having to take summer classes.

"She's not worth it," stand intervened, placing his hand on my shoulder. My eyes wandered over to the curly headed boy and sighed. He was correct, Amanda isn't worth my time. (Or anyone's time.)

After we all got our ice cream, we sat back down at the large table, enjoying the frozen dessert. "So you all had the same dream?" I question just to make sure I wasn't the only one who noticed their odd similarities.

"Yup. Shocking." Richie affirmed picking at his ice cream with a plastic spoon.

"Yeah. Especially that only the people that like you had the dream." Beverly giggled, eyeing the boys with narrowed eyes.

"That's odd too," I chuckled, nodding my head in agreement.

"What happens if he really comes for Y/N tonight?" Stan was very social today, and I adored it. He never talks this much.

"We protect her at all costs." Richie ordered.

"Right. B-But wh-what if we don't s-see IT com-coming?" Bill pointed out.

"Well if she wakes up she'll go tell Bill." Mike shrugged.

"I can do that. Also I'll have the walkie talkie ready." I smiled, taking in the cold dessert Bill's money bought me.

"Li-like your ice c-cream?" Bill asked with a chuckle as he took notice in the little bit of once cream that fell onto my shirt.

"Uh-huh." I nod taking another lick. "Thanks for the recommendation. You've got good taste." I compliment covering my mouth.

"Th-thanks." Bill smiled.

"Th-Thanks!" Richie mocks.
"Thats what your sister said after I pleased her last night." Richie laughed causing Eddie to chuckle a little too. Bill rolled his eyes and continued eating.  I chuckled a little, and look to Richie. I felt a tear roll down my face. Richie's eyes get wide. I wipe away the tear with my hand. I giggle and look at my hand. Is-Is this blood? What the hell?

"Holy hell, Is that blood?" Beverly piped up.

"Yeah, What the hell is going on?" Stan raised from his seat and grabbed a napkin. He takes me face in his hands as more blood rolls out of my eyes.

"I-Is she ok?" Bill panicked.

"I don't know," Stan answered.
Stan wiped away my tears of blood with a napkin. My eyes start to burn and Stan starts to caress my face in comfort. I put the weight into his hand. A small smile comes across his face as he stares into my eyes.

"Okay Stan, it's not a piece of breakable glass." Eddie groaned.

"She's fine. The blood should stop." Stan informed all of us.
Standing from the table, I ate the rest of my ice cream cone.

Eddie goes to take his pills and I read the name. Placebo. They are placebo's. What in gods name is his mom doing to her child?

"Eddie those are fake pills," I inform him

"That's not true. They help me." Eddie denied taking them.

"What do they help with exactly?" I encourage him to go on.

"Well they... they... I don't exactly know. But my mom said they're helping me." Eddie shrugs capping the bottle and putting them back.

"Whatever." I sigh.

"After school! My house." Richie ordered. We all nod.

"Y/N? Where's your necklace?" Beverly asked.

"I- its in my locker."

"Also, how is your mom okay with you living with Bill?" Mike asked.

"She doesn't care I'm pretty sure. Even if she did she's not looking." I answered. They all nod and put on a fake smile. The bell rings and I walk with Richie and Mike to class.

"You okay?" Richie asked. I look to him with sad eyes.

"No. But I'll be fine." I lied.

Richie's POV

Y/N's eyes told a different story from what she was really saying. Things like that don't get better. You're broken. Your dad died, your mom doesn't care about you, you move in with a boy who loves you, and his parents love him. You're constantly gonna be reminded how you never had that kind of love. How you won't ever have that parenting love again. I didn't even realize it but Y/N was silently crying right beside me.

"Come here." Mike tells Y/N, wrapping her in a side hug while we walk to the class. So far almost all of the group have had a moment but me. I'm gonna get my moment sooner or later.