Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Five: The Losers Club

The boys were spitting off the cliff and being totally gross about it. Every time Kit heard the rough draw of spit, followed by the tell-tale sound of it leaving their mouths and falling into the quarry below made her nose scrunch up.  She was beginning to regret joining the group. When Richie saw her that morning, dressed in a long-sleeved white dress with a satchel over her shoulder he hadn't thought for a minute that she would be following him. When she had, though, straight into their garage where she grabbed her old bike that she hadn't ridden for two years, he had lost his shit. The two had argued back and forth, Richie claiming that he didn't need his sister babysitting him, while Kit snapped back that the quarry was free for anyone to go to, so she could go wherever she pleased. They had only stopped when Kit threatened to tell all kinds of embarrassing stories to his friends if he didn't let her come. Now she was debating whether all of that was worth it. 

But the group had welcomed her happily when they saw her approach with Richie, and Stan had even said that he was happy she had come. He had doubted she would at first, he had admitted, but obviously that was unneeded because here she was now. 

Richie and Eddie had been arguing over whose loogie had gone the furthest or looked the fattest when Bill interrupted, asking who was going to jump in first. The distance was incredibly high, and even though Kit knew that it was safe to jump from - she had done it thousands of times when she was younger - it worried her a bit to see them all standing so close to the edge. What if something went wrong?

"I'll go!"

The voice had come from behind the boys, a few steps behind Kit herself. Beverly Marsh had arrived and, dumping her bike beside the others, she began unbuttoning her dress. With a look at Kit, she spoke.

"You're not changed?" she questioned. Kit shrugged at the younger girl's answer, tugging at her sleeves. 

"I don't swim."

"But you can swim?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well, okay then," Beverly smiled, stepping out of her dress before looking towards the boys. "Sissis."

With a cheeky grin Beverly began running towards the group, one hand shooting out and taking hold of Kit's wrist. Suddenly Kit felt herself jogging behind Beverly, part of her wondering why she was allowing herself to follow the younger girl. She could stop, if she wanted. She didn't have to let Beverly pull her along. She was about to protest, letting out a surprised "Oh!" as they approached the cliff edge, but something stopped her. In her head she heard the sound of laughter, one she hadn't heard for a long time, and whatever protest she had in her, whatever need she had to just put her heels down and stop, disappeared like fog. The two girls jumped, and behind her Kit heard one of the boys shout, "What the fuck!". With a screech Kit felt gravity moving in for the kill and together the two girls fell hand in hand towards the water below, Kit's dress billowing upwards. They hit the water in unison, the coolness of it instantly kissing away the heat upon Kit's skin, and for a moment the world was turquoise green. When the two girls surfaced, Beverly was beaming at Kit.

"We showed them," she giggled, and for the first time in years, Kit found herself smiling, bubbles of excitement rising in her chest. Beverly turned her attention up towards the top of the cliff. "Come on!"

With that prompt, the boys began to fall one by one into the water all around the two girls, and the smile that was on Kit's face cracked open to release a laugh. When Richie reached the surface of the water and caught his sister living in a moment of bliss, he thought the water had done something bad to his eyesight. But this wasn't a blurred, fake image. It was real. His sister was actually laughing. Holy shit, the younger Tozier thought, staring at his sister in shock. When was the last time she laughed? Let alone smiled? I can't remember. Holy shit.