Beverly Marsh (It 2017) Imagines

Imagines Part 1; How You Meet

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, well at least it was until you saw a whole fleet of boys on bikes aggressively pedaling across the road in front of your house. You blinked your [e/c] eyes and looked back at your parents, who were laughing and watching television. You stood up and flattened down your shirt, then announced you were going out. To which your mother shouted, "Okay! Be home before dark! You know the new curfew is in place after all!" You huffed in annoyance but agreed and exited your house, walking into your garage and pulling out your old bike. You hopped on and began pedaling after the group, curiosity welling up inside you. What on Earth could have been so urgent that they needed to go that fast? You began to catch up after pedaling your poor legs off. You stopped when you saw their bikes in a pile in the middle of the road next to the path to the quarry. Who the fuck does that? Someone could run over their bikes! Plus that's just rude, blocking up the road like that. So being the good person you were, you rode your bike onto the sidewalk and parked it there, kicking out the kickstand. You were going to follow them, but you just couldn't leave their bikes there and risk them getting run over or stolen. Or really anything. So, you walked out and began picking them up, and wheeling them over to the sidewalk. After they were all safely out of the road and resting where they couldn't get hurt, you turned to go and follow the group of boy- and oh god suddenly there's a girl with no pants on. Okay. You felt your face immediately heat up. Why did she not have pants on?

"Um... Why are you touching our bikes?" She asked. 

"Well, they were in the road and I thought that if um... A car came by and wanted to pass they might... They might run over your bikes or that they wouldn't be able to get around." You answered, avoiding eye contact. And really just looking at her in general. Again, where the fuck are her pants? 

"Oh. Couldn't they just go around?" She asked, stepping forward. 'Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw,' you thought. 

"I mean... They were right in the middle of the road." You looked up and caught her eyes. Boy was that a mistake. You suddenly began seeing all the details of the girl, from her vibrant blue eyes, to the little smirk she wore so well. Even her freckles. The more you stared, the more her smirk grew. 

"Well, thank you." She was suddenly right in front of you, her hand extended. "I'm Beverly Marsh, but you can just call me Bev." 

You slowly took her hand and shook it. "I'm [F/N] [L/N]. But you can just call me [Y/N]/[N/N]." Her smile seemed to grow. "So uh... Where are your pants?" 

"Fuck-" Beverly said, turning and sprinting as if her life depended on it back towards the quarry. You were left there, a bit stunned. You began laughing. What a wonderful way to meet someone.