Fix You - IT Fanfiction

Seventeen

A few days after the Fourth of July I was walking the lonely streets on the outskirts of Derry, I could feel the cold evening breeze blowing through my hair.

I heard the soft purr of an engine pull up behind me. It was a red T-Bird and there were two guys in the car.

"Hey, Prim," one of them asked.

"Oh, hey Soda," I greeted. "Hi, Steve."

Soda and Steve were part of Dally's gang. Soda was a generically handsome guy, he had golden brown eyes and hair. Steve was rather muscly and had dark hair and eyes.

"We haven't seen Dally in ages," Steve said.

I looked at them.

"He's missing," I told them.

"What?" Sodapop shrieked. "Since when?"

"Since you last saw him I guess. But there's something terrible going on here," I admitted.

"Like what?" Steve asked.

"The same thing that took all the other kids. It's pretty much haunting us," I explained.

"How? Who's it been haunting?" Sodapop questioned.

"Me and my friends, I think it's a shapeshifter. It changes itself into the thing we fear the most," I said.

"So... any idea how we can get rid of it?" Steve asked.

"We're trying to figure it out," I told him.

"Thanks, Prim," Sodapop said. "Keep in touch."

They said goodbye and I continued my walk to the library.

When I got there I noticed that the others were already there since Belch's car was parked out the front. I walked in, over to them and saw them looking at a computer.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Lookin' at porn," joked Patrick.

"Just looking at some old newspapers," Henry said, pulling a chair up next to him.

I sat down.

"Have you found anything useful yet?" I asked.

"No, just everything that Ben's already told us about," Vic answered.

"But we do know this, every twenty-seven years something terrible happens here. Every time it's something different, this time it's a shape-shifting clown. So even if it comes back it'll be back in a different form and we'll all be out of this little town anyway," Belch explained.

"Not all of us," Henry complained. "I have no future."

"That's not true," I argued.

"How not?" Henry argued.

"Well, you're a very intelligent person. You're also very good at your school work when you want to be. Just keep doing your best all through high school and you'll get into some great college," I told him.

"Thanks, Prim," Henry said sadly.

"I mean look at Patrick. A guy who keeps animal corpses in a refrigerator doesn't have much of a future," I laughed, earning snickers from the other boys and a scowl from Patrick.

"Don't need to be a bitch," he muttered.

"I was kidding. Who cares if you're freaky," I winked.

Patrick slapped me in a comedic way and I gave him an evil smile and went to get him back before Belch broke it up and told us to stop being immature.