Every 27 Years // IT Fanfic

Chapter 9

Two days have gone by since Angie had met the infamous Losers Club, but her bond with the group only grew stronger. Her heart delighted in the disgusted and wrenching looks the Bowers Gang gave her whenever they saw her with those, 'midgets', as they called them. Angie particularly bonded with Richie, him always finding a way to make her laugh, as well as Beverly, the only other girl in the whole group. However, that particular day, Angie had been rather low, sulking on the couch as she flipped through television channels. Soon, her ears heard the phone ring, her body sliding down off the couch and stumbling toward the phone on the wall.
"Hello? Whitney residence." She muttered, her voice monotone as she spoke.
"Hey hot stuff it's Richie." He said cheerfully, then he was quiet, noticing how she spoke, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah yeah I'm fine. I'm getting tired of people asking me that question Rich." She said quietly, wiping her tear stained eyes as she sighed.
"You don't sound fine. I'm gonna come over Ang. I'll be there in five minutes. Possibly with Jew or stutter boy." He added, hanging up. She listened to the phone buzz for a second before setting the phone down. She sighed again, walking over to a mirror to make sure she looked okay for possibly two boys coming over to her place. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and in the exact time he said, there was a knock on the door. She slowly went over and opened it,
"Hey." She muttered, looking at both Stan and Richie.
"H-Hey.." Stan answered, Richie just pushing himself inside.
"Wowie. Nice house. Way nicer than mine." He blurted out, looking around. Stan carefully stepped in, squeezing around her, being polite. Angie smiled softly,
"Its nice, yes, but it's a living hell to be here without my sister around."
"Why? Is she away at college or something?" Stan asked, creasing his brow a little as he fixed his small cultural hat.
"She's dead." The blonde said suddenly, both boys staring blankly at her.
"Woah. Sorry Ang. We didn't know." Stan justified as he wandered over to her side.
"It's okay Stanley, I've gotten over it." She answered, giving him a smile, "Also, what are you guys even up to today?"
"Well. We found this old map of Derry and was gonna use a projector to look at it. Wanna tag along?" Richie leaned on the wall, trying to act cool. Angie shrugged,
"Yeah. Sure. Let's go then." She said, heading toward the door and opening it. Luckily, she had her bike out rather than it being locked in the garage. She got on it and waited for the other two. Soon, they were on their way down to the small and junky garage where the other were waiting. However, as they were heading through town, the Bowers Gang cut them off, nearly hitting Angie.
"What the hell are you doing with those midgets?" He snapped, his brow creased. Angie just kept quiet, going around the front of the car, followed by two shaking boys.
"W-Wait up Ang!" Stan's voice was a little shaky from the near beat up by Henry. The blonde could feel their eyes burning onto her back, but didn't care one bit.
"Over here!" She head Eddie call out, her sliding off her bike when it was just coming to a stop, Stan and Richie doing the same. Mike held the door open until they were all inside and sitting down. Bill then turned on the projector and shone it onto the map that was taped to the wall.
"All the sewers meet up at the Well House." He said, pointing to it.
"The one on Neibolt Street?" Angie questioned.
"That house gives me the creeps. I feel like it's watching me." Beverly added, shifting in her seat a little. Everyone glanced at Eddie, who was wheezing and taking puffs of his inhaler every now and again.
"That's where It lives." Bill spoke in addition to what he had previously said. Angie eventually tuned them out once they started to bicker with one another, her thought straying to her sister. She saw the picture flip, showing one of Bill and Georgie.
"W-What's happening?" Angie asked as she slowly stood from her seat, watching as the pictures went faster and faster, glancing back at Mike who was trying to stop it. Soon, it landed on a family photo of the Denbrough's, Bill's mother changing as the slides continued to speed up.
"Tune it off!" Beverly screamed as Richie grabbed Angie's jacket and pulled her as far away as he could from the screen, his own screams echoing in her ears. She heard a crash as Mike pushed it over, but it continued to work. Now, they were looking at a clown, the screen flickered, he was gone.
"Stan." Angie muttered, getting his attention, as he was the closest to the screen. The light flickered again, and he came out of the wall. Angie let out a shriek as did everyone else, Stan scrambling to get away. Angie bolted but her and Beverly got cornered as the large clown made its way toward them. Beverly covered her eyes and hunkered down as Angie hid her face in the gingers shoulder, both screaming until Ben flung the door open and he disappeared. The two girls, shaking, slowly unhid themselves and peeked out,
"Thanks Ben." Beverly spoke as she brought Bill into an embrace. Angie didn't move, she just slid down the wall and sat there, arms hugging her knees close to her chest. She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning and looking into the wide eyes of Richie, who soon knelt down and just hugged her. Angie hugged him back,
"It's okay Angie. I got you." He whispered, rubbing her back. She was close to crying, but was refraining. Eventually, the boy helped her up and walked out of the garage, her arms wrapping around the neck of Stan as he held her waist. Her connection with this group was strong, they were her true friends.