The Fire That Burns Within Me (Beverly Marsh X Male Reader)

Mini part

(I don't have a computer or the movie so I'm gonna write this one with no inspiration. Also I'm writing this on a phone so if theres errors that's why.)

Right after the last chapter.

3rd person

(Y/N) sat in his bed writing down the thoughts that flooded his head in his book. It's not a diary and he would never call it a diary. Diarys are for girls and he is no girl. Its a journal and it will always be a journal according to him. With his pen in hand he started writing.

"Beverly is different. She doesn't throw herself at me like the other girls do. I like that, don't really know why, I just like it."

He picked his hand up, taking the pen with it. A few thoughts rushed to his head. After dismissing them he chose one and resumed writing.

"There's so much to like about her. Her hair, her eyes, her lips. Its all perfect and to learn that she likes me. That was, fucking amazing to say the least."

He released the pen from the grip of his hand and set it on his nightstand. It was late but then again it was summer so no one really cared if (Y/N) stayed up late. He walked over to bis journal's hiding spot, behind his favorite author's 2nd best selling book, Carrie. (Because the book IT doesn't exist in this universe.) He only hid it because he didn't want to be embarrassed. It must've been a good spot because no one has found it yet.

Beverly's POV

I lied in my bed staring up at my ceiling. I remembered my diary that I hid from Dad. I rose from my bed slowly making sure not to make too much noise. I walked over to the spot. I hid it in the wall because who would search the wall? I stuck my hand in and pulled out a small paper notebook. I skimmed through only seeing a few pages with writing and only one completely filled with words. I pulled a pen from my collection and laid back down slowly, making as little noise as possible, making sure not to wake up Dad. The first thing that came to mind was (Y/N) and I let my brain go from there.

I wrote for minutes filling up multiple pages about (Y/N). I was suprised i could squeeze that much writing out if a 5 second kiss. God, I used words I've never used before. I mean if anything deserved 2 pages it was that kiss. It was better than the one we shared in 3rd grade during the play. Since then I knew I  had a crush. I walked back to the wall and slid the notebook back into place, returning the pen to it's previous spot before i pulled it out to write. I lied back down and pulled out the drawing that  (Y/N) drew and marveled at it. He reslly was a good drawer, it's a shame people only knew him for his football skills and not his charisma or his ability to draw. She set the drawing down and went to sleep.

Early next morning
3rd person

The losers club decided to hold off on activities for the day because Eddie caught a cold and his mom wouldn't let him out. (Y/N) knew exactly what he wanted to do. He grabbed the phone in the kitchen and dialed the number he get only 2 days ago. The sweet voice of Beverly said "Hello?" (Y/N) stood in silence for what felt like eternity but was only a few seconds. "Hey Bev, it's (Y/N) wanna hang out?" An enthusiastic "Sure!" echoed through his ear. Be there in 10." He said and put the phone back on the stand. He changed from his sleep clothes into his normal clothes and started moving towards the door until he heard his name. "(Y/N), Where are you going?" It was 10 in the morning and he was the only one out of bed. "To a friends house." He replied and started walking out. He hopped in his car and drove towards Beverly's house.

Mere minutes later

He pulled up to her house and waited. Beverly told him never to honk his horn just in case her dad was home. He waited and waited. Until a ginger girl with a sun dress that went down to her knees came out. Damn she was cute. He got out of the car and walked over to the passenger door opening it for his girlfriend. She sat down in the car and waited for the driver to get in. Once he reached the driver side door he opened it  and sat down, being met by a small peck on the cheek from Beverly. A small blush overcame both of their cheeks. He knew exactly where he wanted to go. His favorite diner. (Diner name). He pulled into a parking spot and got out. He crossed the front of the car and opened the passenger door. Beverly got out and said "Thank you, Boo." Causing (Y/N) to blush. He grabbed her hand causing a red tint to overcome her pale skin. A war was being waged to see who could make who blush  more, it was a stalemate and would stay that way for the rest of the date.  The date was normal until the end. Beverly pulled out some money but (Y/N) shot her down, "Nuh-uh." (Y/N) pulled a wad of cash from his pockets. "Where?" Beverly asked. "I have a secret job." He really did have a secret job, but he didn't want to tell his friends, as he was afraid it would ruin their friendship and ore importantly his relationship with Beverly. He put the money on the table making sure to leave a decent tip. The couple walked to (Y/N)'s car, making sure he opened the door for her. He backed out carefully. Half way to Beverly's house (Y/N) had an idea. He knew how to break the stalemate. "Wanna try something?" He asked. "Sure." His Girlfriend replied. He pulled his car over to the side of the road. "Hop in the back." Bev complied. He pulled his keys from the ignition and joined Beverly in the back seat. He went in for a kiss. Beverly was surprised but melted into it. He pulled her onto his lap and heard a high pitched gasp come from her. It was the first time he heard that sound but he knew he loved it. His hands were at her waist when he went back for a kiss, but a different spot. She felt (Y/N)'s lips on her neck.

Beverly's POV

I felt his lips on my neck and i couldn't help it, I let out a gasp from the pleasure. I knew it was getting close to the time I had to get home but it felt so good. I noticed a watch on his hand, and put a hand on his head. His head shot back from my neck and he said "What, baby? Do you not like it?" "I love it. But what time is it?" Was the only thing i could think of.  He pulled his wrist up and examined his watch. After a few seconds he put his wrist down and said "It's  5 to 12. Do you gotta go home?" 

(Y/N)'s POV

"Yeah, I'm sorry." She said. A sad look shot onto my face, I wanted to keep going but i don't want her to be late and from what she's told me about her dad, she doesn't want to be late either. I opened the door and climbed out of the car, waiting for her to get out. I turned to the left and opened the passenger door. The drive back to her house was almost silent, the only noise being the car and my Beastie Boys mix tape playing quietly. I pulled up to her driveway and said my goodbyes, we shared a kiss and she got out waving to me. Every time I taste her lips, I get a rush of something, I don't know what but i do know that it feels good. I shifted to reverse and backed out turning towards my street. I checked my watch and saw "11:59, Just in time." I told myself.

3rd person

The rest of the day was normal for the two. (Y/N) sat in his bed reading and listening to music. While Beverly sat in her room, thinking about what happened.

Next chapter should be about the actual story.

For a mini-part, 1400 words isn't bad.