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5. Richie's POV- 3 Years Ago

Dedicated to blissisrareforme

Lol, feeling hella motivated today, so 2 chapters in 1 day! (Exciting for the people that are actually reading this..... me)
Trigger warning: a bit of smut
(Please stay I'm begging)

"No, no, no! Rich, you're cheating," Stan exclaims. I laugh so hard, I can't breathe.

"Now, my Stan-lard, who says I'm cheating," I try to say through laughter. Mike playfully punches my arm and we laugh even harder.

"You fucker! You totally cheated," he shouts. Bill laughs, staring at him. Bev rests her hand on my thigh.

"How do you even cheat at Old Maid," Bev asks.

"Dunno," Ben replies.

We laugh some more, and I just pay attention to all the little things. I love these amazing people. I love the way Bev is so strong. The way Ben is so pure. The way Mike is so mature. The way Bill stutters. The way Stan is a fucking asshole, but still so lovable.

"I love you guys," I say. "Promise me that you'll never replace me in this club."

"We promise," Bev says, leaning her body near mine.

"D-does a-a-anybody want s-s-s-soda," Bill asks.

"Yes, my good fellow, I shall order a dandy Mountain Dew," I say, trying my hardest to impersonate a British accent. I grab one of Stan's cards, thankfully not selecting the dreaded Joker card.

Ben takes a card from mine, pairing two together.

"Hey, Bill, get some popcorn, too, please," he shouts at Bill who is already halfway up the stairs.

"Ok-kay!"

I stand up after a while to keep my lanky legs from falling asleep. I walk around for my left foot has fallen asleep, and I trip on Stan's leg that was deliberately pulled out to trip me. I look up, laughing and grab the back of his shirt, pulling him off the yellow bean bag chair and onto the floor.

"You mother fucker!" We wrestle around the whole room, throwing petty punches and kicks that won't hurt, until Bill comes back downstairs with the delicacies.

"Its about time, Big Bill," I say out of breath, taking the soda from his hand. Beverly punches my shin.

"And thank you," I add. I sit back down next to Bev and pick my cards back up, noticing the Joker card that wasn't there before.

"Which one ya fuckers messed with me cards," I say in a Jamacian voice.

"Beep beep, Richie," Ben says, usually uncomfortable with strong language.

"Sorry, Ben," I mumble, that feeling of insecurity creeping up.

"It's fine, Richie."

"What time is it," Mike asks. I look at my watch that reads 3:59.

"About 4," I reply. Everybody starts to get up.

"Oh, you pussies! It's not even morning!"

"I w-w-want to sleep b-b-before m-morning, R-richie."

"Well, lemme get my shit from your room, Bill. I left my bag in there."

"So did I," Bev chirps. "Let's go, Rich?" I nod, and we run upstairs and head to Bill's room, being careful not to wake Mr. and Mrs. Denbrough. I walk in, grab my shitty duffel bag, and I hear Bev close the door behind her.

"Whatcha doing?" She walks closer to me. "Do you wanna scare em?" She shakes her head. I just stand confused.

Then, she kisses me. I pull back shocked. Who would have thought that Beverly Marsh would be my first kiss?

"What're you doing?" She kisses me again, and I pull back again.

"C'mon, Rich, you can't say you never wanted this," she says, pulling us closer to the bed. I have a few times, I guess. But not now.

She slides her hand in my pants, and I feel exposed. She wraps her hand around my

"What are you feeling," she says. I clear my throat, unsure of what to say that won't hurt her feelings.

"Bev, we're too young for this," I choke out. "We're only 14. We're too young." She unzips my pants, keeping her hand there.

"So?"

"Bev, what are you doing?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Bev. I can't, though." She looks hurt, and it absolutely crushes me.

"Why, because you're too young? People fuck at age 10, Rich! Look at Gretta fucking Bowie, for Christ's sake!" I take her hand out of my pants.

"Or, you just don't feel that way about me." I zip up my pants, absolutely devastated.

"Bev-"

"Nah, it's okay, Richie. It was a long shot, anyways." She starts to walk away.

"Bev, please don't let this make things weird between us. I love you, just maybe not that way." She smiles.

"Rich, it's fine. I'm just kind of having a hard time knowing my sexuality." I just look at her. "Rich, the only way it would be weird is if you made it weird." This is what I love about Bev. She's so unbelievably strong, after everything she's been through with her father. She humiliates herself in front of her number one best friend in the world, and she is still fine about it. She tells life long secrets casually. She doesn't lie when she says she's fine; if she isn't, she will tell you. I nod, and she starts to leave the room.

"Wanna scare the fuck out of them," she asks. We both grin, and leave the room to go back to the basement. We tiptoe downstairs, hoping not to attract any attention, and we reach the bottom of the stairs, right behind the huddle. I hold three fingers up for Bev to see, counting down. Two fingers, one finger. We scream at the top of our lungs and the group screams in fear, whipping theirselves around to see Bev and I cackling.

"M-m-mother f-f-f-f-fuckers!" Bill's remark causes Bev and I to laugh even harder. Be. stands up to punch my shoulder, particularly hard.

"Ow," I shout, and everybody starts laughing together.

I'm so happy.

"I need to sleep, Richie," Mike groans from under a sleeping bag.

"We woke Mike up," Bev shreaks. We all laugh so hard, the laughs become silent, unable to breathe.

We all settle down after a long lecture from the Denbroughs about being quiet, and I grab the blanket off of the couch, laying a couch pillow right by Bev. She smiles toothily at me.

"Love you, bitch," I whisper.

"Love you, stoner."

I fall asleep happier than I've ever been.

Thats as sexual as it gets, I promise. And yes, it was necessary, it shows the strength those two's friendship used to be.
Yeah, imma leave now to write next chapter so bye bitches
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