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im re writing this book bc i wrote it terribly.

thomas's point of view-

i sat down on the bench i usually met bev at, she was a little late today. so i took out my book and opened the page.
"c'mon you haven't been waiting for that long"
thomas looked up, beverly was finally here. Thomas smiled at his best friend. "Can we stop by the pharmacy today?" she asked. "sure bev" thomas put the book back in his backpack and started walking.
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the pair walked into the pharmacy together. "hey bev? could you get me a chapstick?" tom asked quietly. "sure, but why cant you get it?" beverly smiled the boy. "you know why beverly." the truth was, people in this town were ignorant. they'd see a a boy buying a chapstick and call him slurs for the rest of his life. "oh and get the strawberry one please" thomas told her.

tom opened up his book found a chair to sit in while beverly bought whatever it was she needed. after a while he heard someone get into the shop, well- it was stan. and the losers. he brought the book up higher to hide his face. he stared at the books pages unable to consentrate. he started to think a bit about how pathetic he was and how pathetic this crush was. and how pathetic he acted. pathetic. pathetic. pathetic. patheti-
he heared a bit of noise which was enough to snap him out of his spiral. He often overthought things, a big part of his anxiety. he looked and saw stan and his friends push around to get out of the store. "stan looks adorable" he often tried to keep in his feelings because he knew stan would never feel the same, but obviously you cant decide to stop what you feel.

bev called him over and said they were leaving. tom catched up to her, bev then went into an alley which seemed odd to thomas. "hold on bev-" there was richie, stan and the rest of the losers. then tom noticed a boy sitting down, bleeding from what seemed to be a cut in his stomach. everyone seemed to be looking at him. "oh hi thomas!" richie said, driving the attention back to him. "Thank god for richie" thomas thought and gave him a quick smile.

""D-do you want to come to the quarry with us tomorrow? T-Thomas too." Bill asks. Bev looks at thomas, and then back to bill. "Yeah, we'll go." she reached for thomas hand, whispered "come on!" and walked out of the alley with him.

"y-you guys think they're d-dating?" bill asked.
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as the pair walked off, thomas's mind was thinking all sorts of thoughts. mostly about tomorrow and stanley uris. thomas completely adored stan, he was nothing but perfect in his eyes. he completely adored the other boy's brown curly hair. he completely adored the other boy's smile. he completely adored the other boy's laughs and sarcastic remarks. he simply adored him. and now he was spending the day with him.

the next day- quarry

the losers looked down at the water, each a bot scared. "s-so whos going first?" bill asked
"i'll go" they all turned around to see beverly— and tom. "sissies!" beverly ran and jumped into the water. "Holy shit! We just got shown off my a girl!" thomas felt a bit awkward but jumped anyways.

soon the losers and their two new friends were playing and splashing around in the quarry.

-after swimming
tom admired the quarry, he'd never been here before. he thought of how he could draw it. he thought maybe he could memorize it. he quickly realized that wasnt a good option, as he would either forget it or the drawing would end up bad. he decided to sneak out past the towns curfew. it wouldn't be very hard after all. the police in derry was extremely shitty. he turned back to look at the boys and bev. the boys were all looking at beverly, and she must have felt the boy's eyes on her because she turned around. the boys quickly looked away and coughed, pretending they weren't looking at beverly like she was the last girl they would ever see. thomas smiled at how incredibly obvious they were being. the smile started to fade when he realized stan was looking, could he like beverly? beverly would never do that to him.

right?

a/n: note to past self: shut the fuck up

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