it imagines.

richie

i stood by my twin brother, bill, as we went into the tunnel. richie was quick to follow, only to stop about three feet in to argue with eddie.

"what the hell is graywater?"
-"it's basically piss and shit, so, i'm just telling you!"

i heard richie pick something up in the water before saying in a dumb accent, "it doesn't smell like caca to me, señor!" i snorted and tried to hide a giggle, and bill just rolled his eyes at me and kept looking.

richie heard me, because he turned around and pushed his glasses up. "and you, señorita! why are you giggling in a matter as dire as this?" i snorted again and turned around to follow bill deeper into the sewers. as i walked, i could feel richie's eyes on my ass, and he began using dumb pick-up lines.

"hey, y/n, did you sit in sugar? because you've got a sweet ass." "hey, y/n, your ass is grass and i'm gonna mow it."

"hey, y/n-"

i sighed and turned around, hands on my hips. he smirked at me and looked me up and down, obviously satisfied. within seconds, i was an inch away from his face.

"i'll give you something to talk about, hoezier."

i put my hands on his face and gently pressed my lips to his. his eyes widened, very obviously shocked, and the rest of the boys in the sewers stared in shock as well. especially bill. after i pulled away, i wiped my mouth and walked back to bill, snatching the flashlight from him.

"let's find georgie, huh?"