mischief | losers club |

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edited- 10/8/20

after the incident, our group headed back to bill's house to discuss this murderous clown. everything was so jumbled that we truly had no idea what to expect. yeah, this clown was completely inhuman, but it also acted as though it had some form of feeling. honestly, we had no idea what to expect. "so umm... what really is this thing?" mikke asked while sitting in a chair next to me.

"it's hard to explain. it's just... it," i explain. half heartedly. i really had no clue what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't like the rest of us. everyone turns to me with curious eyes, and Ben gets out a book from his backpack.

"I've been doing research lately. I found out some stuff." Ben said and pulled out some books.

Narrator.

Y/N and the rest of their group swarm around Ben and look through the books and notes he's gathered. They seemed pretty interesting.
these notes of his slightly made everything become more transparent, yet the losers were still unsure of the origin. "So, is that him or not?" Beverly inquired, pointing to a kid dead in a tree.

"That's what I was thinking," Y/N added on to Beverly's comment.

"I- it doesn't really explain." Ben shrugged.

"So," y/n sighed heavily. "this is crazy... i mean, does anything make sense to you about this shit," y/n whispered to richie while walking over to His side. Richie shrugged and looked at the maps that bill bad hanging on the walls of the garage. maps that his father was rather upset about.

"Didn't Georgie get token by a sewer?" Richie asked concentrating on the map. Y/N nods.
"and this fucker has mostly been around sewers," Richie pointed out. Y/N nods again as realization comes upon them. "SEWERS!!" Y/N and Richie scream in sync.

"Sewers?" Beverly knitted her brows together in confusion, wondering about the sudden outburst.

"Sewers! that's where the clown lives,"  Y/N and Richie yelled in sync again. The others couldn't really understand what the two were saying, but bull still desperately tried to understand. y/n, and Richie began pointing all over the map, barely making any sense at first.

"think about it guys, we've only seen it around these certain parts of Derry," y/n yelled, thrilled to have her assumption to seem correct to others. spinning on her heel to point toward the map again, y/n accidentally smacked richie's glasses off, causing them to fall to the concrete floor.

"oh, damn, i'm sorry,?" Y/N giggled and backed away a little so they could pick up the fallen glasses.

"don't be an ass," Richie chortled. Y/N puts on Richie's glasses as the others start freaking out over the sewer things.

"you can't be cuter than me in my own glasses." richie snatched the glasses back, careful not to hurt y/n or pull their hair on accident. y/n's face reddened softly with embarrassment at richie's careful compliment.

"oh, shut it trash mouth." y/n smiled widely. Richie laughed and held Y/N's hand. He squeezed her hand then let go and walked to the rest of the group. Y/N stood there like a statue not processing what just happen.

everyone began to leave one by one, soon to return home before night casted a shadow over Derry. progress had obviously been made, yet the losers still remained unsure about whatever was haunting them. "y/n, bill! Ddinner!" Bill's mom shouted from the kitchen, snapping y/n out of the trance that caressed them.

at the table, bill sat beside y/n on one side of the table, and on the other sat his parents. nobody really touched their food aside from y/n, but she still felt awkward about it.

Your POV

finally, everyone else began eating too. i can only imagine what it's like for them to see such an empty table. without georgie it must be so quiet, dull, and just overall different in a sense i'd never really understand. my father passed away, but after that my mother didn't desire having family dinners when it was just the two of us. it would have been like this. desolate, silent.

"thank you for dinner, Mrs. Denbrough." i put my plate into the sink, and leaned against the counter to observe the family. bill didn't tKe long to finish his dinner as well, but he left his plate on the table. alone.

i followed behind him to his room, careful not to alarm him. the door almost closed, but stopped so i could enter. "Wh-what?" He asked annoyed.

"are you feeling okay? dinner was a little... strange so i just want to make sure." bill was short tempered, annoyed, and full of sorrow. i could tell just by the way he held himself.

"no," he says while walking over to his window. "georgie is g-g...gone be-because of m-mm-me... you d-don't even re-r-really l-l...like me... everything is j-just... wro-wrong."

"bill... are you kidding me? you're my best friend!"

"n-no i'm not... yo-you l-l-like richie more i-i saw. and i-i-it's not o-on-onnly th-that... i f...-feel useless to th-the group." Bill explained as he messed with his hair a little. i can understand how he feels this way, but it causes me to think that may even hull with never be satisfied in life. whether or not we kill this clown, bill will remain unsure.

"Bill," i sigh. "you're all special to me. like... just really good friends. you're all kind, accepting, observant, violent... soft... bill you have given me a place to stay, rest, and live comfortably. i can't hate you even if i really wanted to." nothing mattered other than assuring bill that he was a good person. he was the only person i was thinking of.

"Y/N. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare nor hurt you. I just felt like you wanted to part from us. The losers club is different with you.
You make it fun and special. And not the way Beverly did when she joined. It was a different feeling. You made this group greater than it ever has been!" Bill smiled hugging me.

"It's okay Bill. I understand. We all feel unliked at one point. I know the feeling more than anyone." I say putting my arms around Bill.

we hugged for a moment... just the two of us. alone. it was calming just to have each other. nobody else to worry about, or to care if they were staring. just us.

"woah," i say with shock, backing away from bill after he attempted to kiss me. "bill? what the hell?" he didn't even ask... "i..." there were no words to express how... unwelcome i felt in my own skin. it wasn't that i didn't like bill, it was just unlike him to do something like this, especially without asking first.