It seems since Jennifer Crosley started dating Stan Uris, things started to go down the well. Literally.
From a clown in the middle of the street to her mother leaving, Jennifer tries to survive the summer of 1989 with her friends as they also try t...
The first one to arrived at the house in Neilbolt st. was Bill. All his friends arrived a few seconds later, dropping their bikes to the ground(except for Stan).
"B-Bill, don't we need a plan?" Jennifer asked taking a step forward. Bill turned around and looked at his friends.
"This is c-crazy, you know... going in to a kids killer clown's house" Eddie said, trembling.
"Look, what happend when other Georgie goes missing?" Bill cut in "Or Betty Ripsom, or, or Eddie Corcoran, or Patrick. Are we just going to pretend nothing happened like the rest on this shitty town? You know, entering my house is worse than this: cause I know Georgie isn't there, but everything is just... so him... so entering this place is much easier for me than to enter my own house. You can do whatever you want, but I'm going in. Are you with me..." he looked a Jennifer "or not?"
Bill Denbrough turned around and walked to the door.
"He didn't stutter once" Said Richie and turned to look at the closest one to him, Jen.
His smile might have looked cocky, but he was terrified. The blonde nodded and started walking to catch up with Bill. And after hesistating for a bit, Eddie followed her.
"W-wait" Stan said running to catch up with his girlfriend before tugging the back of her shirt. The ones in front of him turned around. She raised a brow "Sh-shouldn't someone stay...? to keep watch? Like, to tell if something's happening or sah-something?"
"Wh-who wants t-to st-st-stay?"
Everyone, except for Beverly and Jennifer, raised their hand. Richie turned around, then back in front.
"Shhit"
• • •
The first ones to go in were Bill, Eddie, Richie and Jennifer. Since they were even, they decided four to stay out in watch and the rest to go in.
Stan didn't even try to stop her, he knew he wouldn't had won the fight.
Now, the four friends walked around the first rooms of the house. The door remained open but then closed, not making a sound for the ones inside.
Outside, Stan looked up then at Mike, Ben and Beverly.
"Wha-what happened? Why d-did it cl-close? Are they s-safe? We ha-have to go i-n" he said stepping out of Mike's hug towards Bev.
"Even if I'm dying to go inside, we can't, remember the plan?"
"I-I don't give a shit a-bout the plan. I want my girlfriend here and out of it, I want her safe"
"Stan look-"
"No! Don't give me a pep talk, I'm ok!" he yelled walking up to the bikes and looked at them while rubbing his tears away.
"Stan...."
"I'm sorry, I just want them... her to be... safe" he paused and looked at Mike. "I promised myself I wouldn't let her get into this sh-sh-shit yet here I am. I'm a failure"
"You're not Stan. If anything you're one of the bravest ones"
"Ye-yeah right, and I died in a bathtub...." he said not realizing he'll lighten up the mood for a second. "Promise me... nothing'll happen to them"
"Stan I-"
"Do it"
But instead of saying anything, Mike hugged him again and Stan hugged back. Bev and Ben joined the hug and told him,
"Everything is going to be ok"
"They all will be ok and out of there soon"
"And Jen would be back into giving you awkward hugs and stuff"
A small smile appeared on Stan face. He felt like they were telling the truth. As if their friends just sneaked in to the movie theater without paying. Boy, were they wrong.
• • •
Eddie looked around from where he stand;
Broken stairs, dirty living room, he would had cringed if he didn't thought he could die in any second.
To his right was the dirty living room, where the girl walked in trying to make no sounds and to not touch anything.
To his left was an empty room with windows, Richie walked in there, Bill followed.
"Th-that's today's date..." Richie began "That's me. Th-that's my face, my shirt, my age-" He grabbed the poster with a picture of him:
MISSING Richie Tozier. Age 13. Last seen. July 4th 1989, Neilbolt st.
"That's my name, th-that's"
"I-it's not real, s-see? Yo-your he-here we-with u-us-"
"I GO MISSING! THAT'S MY NAME, THAT'S MY FACE!"
"Thats not re-real! Just like everything else i-in this bloody ha-house"
Richie looked at him then took of his glasses and wiped his tears away before putting them back on. He made the poster into a small ball and threw it back.
"Ye-yeah, thats b-bullshit" he said trying to convince his himself before they started walking up the stairs, all squeezed together, not daring to separate. Until minutes later.
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