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fourty nine. riddle me this!

( REAL LIFE! )
( FOURTY NINE! )

        IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT when the losers had decided at going to Richies house. The Losers were all tired from a day at the quarry, splashing around and playing. Which they hadn't done for months.

Eddie had noticed that Richie and Beverly had a little bit of tension days prior to the quarry incident, but after a few weeks, things settled back as normal. But Eddie could still sometimes see Richie give Bev dirty looks, as too which Bev would just smirk.

Beverly was lying on the floor with Ben sitting upright next to her. Stan sat on the only recliner in the room, with Bill sitting on the arm rest of the chair. Richie was on the far left side of the dusty couch, with Mike on the middle on his phone, and Eddie lying on the right side.

"Okay, hear me out but..." Richard Tozier stated, smiling like mad as if he had too much to drink, when he hadn't had anything but water, "Beverly as Sloan Peterson and me as Ferris Bueller. Eddie as Cameron, Bill as Grace, Stan as Jeanie, Mike as Rooney because we all know this son of a bitch can rage, and Ben as the father." He took song sip of the blue gadaorade in his hands as he laid on the couch. "Dream cast, ladies."

"Ugh, wuh-why am I Guh-Guh-Grace? Sh-She's got like n-n-no lines." Bill groaned, his stutter a bit prominent due to how tired he was. The sun was no where close to peaking, as it was the dead of night.

"And I am not Cameron, he's a total pushover." Eddie rolled his eyes, his voice cracking a bit at the end. He shook the drink in his hand absent mindlessly, watching the o e bobbleup and below the water.

"My casting is perfect, thank you very much." Richie rolled his eyes as his friends behavior.

"I would die to be Sloane. Mia Sara is fucking hot, right, Mike?" Beverly spread her feet across the floor of Richie's carpet, her red hair seemingly flowing like a stream of fire from her head.

Mike sighed and rolled his eyes.

"This is just an excuse to get you as Ferris, asshat." Stan interrupted, his face rather serious and his lips pursed, "Ben is not Mr. Bueller in the slighest, Bill would make a terrible Grace, and I'm not even close to Jeanie."

"Call it what you want, Stan the Man," The Tozier boy sighed and then chuckled a little bit as he put his feet up on his coffee table, "but in the end, you know I'm right."

"Breakfast Club is better anyway." Eddie stated, almost startling everyone in the room due to how quiet he had been. Richie gasped in shock as if he had just been pronounced dead.

"Bite your tongue, Edward!" He said in fake astonishment and hurt, holding his hand over his heart as if it had been wounded, "Ferris is a classic, The Breakfast Club is just a failed screenplay with a bad music taste and no comedy."

"Bill, tell this little gremlin the truth!" Richie almost jumped out of his hair, pointing from Eddie to Bil madly.

"Uh, I-I personally like Bah-Bah-Back to the F-F-F-Future better, so I'm n-n-not really in this." Bill stated, backing up a bit from Richie.

"Stan, old buddy!" Richie extended his arms to Stan, who looked nowhere near amused.

"I'm not Jeanie. Breakfast Club is better." Stan stated plainly, taking a long sip from his glass of lemonade before placing it on the table next to him.

"Hey! You're biased!" Richie hissed.

"Fuck yeah I am." Stan smiled, crossing his arms, "Doesn't change my descion though."

"Mike? Come on."

"I admit, I like Ferris Bueller's Day Off more." Mike shrugged, scrolling through his phone nonchalantly. Richie looked at Bev with a wide smile full of crooked teeth.