cherry chapstick ☾ tozier

[i] 1-800-GLASSES;

you take a long drag of the chewed cigarette. your lungs fill with the toxic smoke and you hold it inside, even if it burned a little.

finally, after mentally counting to ten, you exhale it with pursed lips, letting it spread through the cold morning air;

you deserved it. you heard the voice of your mom whispering in the back of your mind. if you weren't so stupid, you could easily get away.

in the small pocket mirror you brought, you could see the bags under your eyes. taking a q-tip, you dip it in alcohol and start cleaning the cut on your knee.

your soft wince echoing through the large open space. your legs were hanging of the cliff at the quarry, as you wiped the fresh wound Henry Bowers had opened moments ago.

you take another drag of the cigarette before taking it between your fingers. you open the package of the yellow band-aid, and place it over the cut. suddenly, it didn't feel as bad.

you douse the stub of what remained of what you like to call "slow suicide shots" and put the improvised first-aid kit back inside your bag. taking off the polaroid camera you took to the cliff, you bring it to your face.

the sun was barely up in the sky, illuminating the perfect shot of the mountain in the distance. the photo comes out and you shake it crazily around. the picture was gorgeous. you smile at yourself, but stop when your already injured bottom-lip starts tingling painfully.

you take the sharpie out of your bag and write the date in your messy handwriting , and the place where it was taken, at the bottom of the picture.

in the bag, you carried only the itens you would use in the day: your polaroid camera, a sharpie and a notebook, bubblegum, pink lipstick and the first aid kit, along with the turkey sandwich you made yourself for later. taking the notebook (that was more like a journal) in your hands, you clip the picture with one of your spare clips, and write right below it:

June 2nd, 1990
"I got chased by Henry Bowers and stole a package of bubblegum from the Seven Eleven at the Main Street. It was cool, but now my glasses are all dirty again. Mother said she was going on another trip and gave me money for the groceries, I don't really want to go shopping alone again."

you try your best to clean the spectacles with your new t-shirt, but it wasn't the best fabric to do it.

it was one your favorite shirts already, it had navy-blue and yellow stripes covering it's white surface, and showed a bit of your bra, a cute lacy one.

you started packing when you heard steps and laughter from behind.

"y/n?" you heard a familiar voice call. the soft tone danced around you ears a bit more before you turned around and took a look at who was calling.

it was beverly.

"bev. boys." you gave them a greeting nod and got up, taking the dirt out of your denim shorts and walking past them.

"wait! don't you wanna hang out with us?" she asked, taking your wrist softly. you looked into her
eyes, grinning.

"i don't think you would like to be seen with the school slut."

"we're a bunch of losers, do you really think we care?" she glanced at the boys.

"what are you guys up to?" you asked.

"swim for a bit, probably listen to music after... billy brought his boombox..." you loved beverly's mixtapes. you smiled widely and drop you bag next to the fallen tree that was used as a bench.

"sweet! let's go then!" you start taking off your top. beverly takes off her dress and the boys are silently observing. after both of you are in your undergarments, you in a lacy cup bra and black panties, and her in a sports bra and normal cotton underwear, you start running to the cliff

"last one to hit the water is a wussy!" you and beverly started laughing and you take a jump.

the wind was heavy and your hair was flying in your face as you hit the water in a canon-ball. as you resurface, you see beverly in the water.

the next to jump was ben, that immediately swam to you amd beverly that were splashing water around like two dorks.

"i can't believe you are the bravest! cuddles to you, buddy!" you punched his arm slightly and he blushed in response.

"what a bunch of puuussies!" beverly screamed to the cliff top, as the other boys only looked into the water.

"yeah! coming from someone who actually has one, you guys are chickens!" beverly laughed and you made chicken noises as loud as you could.

ben was laughing too, and you could swear he whispered 'she's cool' to bevvie.

you smirked to the sound of splashing water behind you, and looked over to see who it was. a boy with curly hair and skinny body came to the surface and swam to you guys slowly.

your mom talked about his family quite often, she doesn't like jews. what, of course, you thought it was utterly disgusting.

right after, some other boy jumped and you didn't look this time. stan reached the three of you, commenting on the scar in your back.

"i had an aciddent when i was younger and landed on glass pieces..." you lied through your teeth. stan believed it, and ben did too, but beverly wasn't having it.

if it was all at the same time, all the scars would look the same. instead, some were longer, some were circular, some were white
and other reddish.

"fuck! i forgot to take off my glasses!" you whip your head back to see what was going on.

"oh my gosh! did you lose them?" you asked. the curly haired boy glared at you.

"no, they broke in half! my fucking dad is going to beat my ass so hard!"

"don't worry, we can fix it." you swam to him, grabing the two pieces of the spectacles. your hands brushed softly against his skin, and he trembled.

"let's go." you said.

"where?" beverly asked.

"my place."