(I'm still working on writing the other two make-ups and the break-ups for BEN, BEV, and MIKE! But I wanted to update so here's a filler lol)
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Imagine all the Losers having a crush on you.......
You were sitting down in history class, giving your full attention to the teacher talking in front of you. He was going over the Boston Massacre when you felt something hit the back of your head.
"Ouch!" You hissed and rubbed the back of your neck. When you looked down at the floor, you noticed a paper airplane with your name written across of it in sloppy handwriting.
You picked it up off the ground and and unfolded it slowly, careful to not make a sound. Inside was note directed to you.
(Y/n),
I think your pretty hot ;)
your future boyfriend,
Richie Tozier
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. This was the third time this week that Richie had tried to hit on you. And that was just this WEEK. He was always flirty, writing you ridiculous notes and cat-calling everytime you passed by. You looked two desks backwards and sure enough Four Eyes was staring right at you. He winked and you shot him a smile before scribbling a response on the note, crumpling it into a ball, and throwing it back to him.
Dear Richie,
It's actually " you're ". Please correct your grammar, then we'll talk :)
xoxo,
(y/n) (y/l/n)
You were smiling at him as he read over your letter. When he looked up with a shocked expression, you winked at him just like he had done earlier. After that, your attention was back on the chalk-board at the front of the class.
"H-h-hey (Y/n)!" About five minutes after your little banter with Tozier, Bill Denbrough whispered from the desk next to you. You leaned sideways, not taking your eyes off of the teacher.
"D-d-did we have homework f-f-for English?" When you turned to face him, your noses brushed against each other. You drew back quickly and felt your entire body heat up. You didn't know you were that close to him!
"Umm no, I don't think so...." You glanced down and missed Bill giving Richie a smug look, which resulted in the loud mouth flipping him off.
"Hey (y/n) look you dropped your pencil!" Mike Hanlon reached down from his desk (which was diagonal to yours) and picked up a the wooden tool. He placed it in your outstretched hand and you observed it carefully. The initials B.H were written in sharpie over one side.
