drown ★ it 2017 (completed)

breed

all the kids biked as fast as they could, screaming and yelling a string of cuss words.

"I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO FUCKING DROWN!" heather exclaimed.

"IN WHAT? WE'RE NOT NEAR WATER!" richie replied with a smirk.

"I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO FUCKING DROWN IN FEAR, ASS GLASS!"

they continued to race down the streets towards beverley's apartment. why did they go there? because she was the only one not there, so they all felt safer going to her apartment. as soon as the building was in sight, they dropped their bikes and ran like the fucking wind, all screaming bev's name. finally, they reached the marsh's humble abode, and pounded on the door. it flew open, to reveal bev, whom of which looked like she had been crying.

"BEV! THANK FUCK YOU'RE HERE BECAUSE–wait, why are you crying?" eddie began.

she said nothing, and only went inside the apartment, and they all followed her. they headed towards her bathroom, which had a red hue to it. as they approached the entrance, they all stood there with their jaws dropped. it was painted with blood, even the ceiling was drenched in the thick, red substance. heather zoned out, wondering how the hell this could've happened. yeah, she knew bev was on her period, but she didn't know it could get that bad. i guess she zoned out for a long time because after a while, she felt richie nudge her arm telling her that she and him were gonna keep watch outside while the others cleaned up the bathroom.

they had been outside for a while in silence. it was kind of awkward, since we all know what happened the last time they were alone. yet, here they were.

"what's your bra size?" richie asked suddenly.

"wh-what?" she said, baffled.

"i asked what your bra size was."

"hm. well, if my bra size was turned into how long my penis was, i'd say way longer than yours is."

richie said nothing, only stood there with his mouth open. heather smiled at his reaction, and continued to play with the hem of her shirt.

"you know, heather, you would look a lot better if your shirt was off." richie smirked.

"i swear to god, tozier, i will smack that smirk and the next fifty off your face if you make any more disgusting remarks." she stated, running her hands through her short hair.

"what? i'm just being honest..."

"maybe you should just shut the fuck up, richard."

"since when did you know my full name?"

"since there were yearbooks."

•••

after an incredibly long lookout, the group was done cleaning up the blood in beverley's bathroom. they headed out towards richie and heather, talking amongst themselves.

"is it cleaned?" heather questioned.

"squeaky clean." bev answered.

"is it as squeaky as heather when i-" richie started, but cut off by heather elbowing him, hardly, in the ribs. "ow! what the fuck, heather?"

"i told you to stop making those disgusting remarks, ass glass."

"shu-shut the h-hell up, r-r-richie." bill said, as well.

"f-f-f-fine, stutter butter." richie remarked, and was once again elbowed by heather.

"only i can call him stutter butter, richard."

"first of all, ow, the fuck? second of all, call him whatever you want, i don't give a damn."

"i never said-"

"oh my god!" eddie interrupted. "just shut up and let's go!"

wow!! a short chapter after not updating for a long time?? how fucking rare!!