Fear

3.

"Take everything but the Delicious Deals, guys. My mom loves them" Eddie says, as Richie and Bill pilfer through his cabinets. "Hey! First you said the Barrens, and now you're saying the sewer. I mean, what if we get caught?"

"We won't, Eds," Bill assures him. "The sewers are p-public works. We're the public, aren't we?"

"Hey, Eddie, these your birth control pills," Richie smirks making him roll his eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm saving it for your sister. This is private stuff," Eddie says. We leave his kitchen, walking towards the front door.

"Eddie Bear, where you guys off to in such a rush," Eddie's mom asks.

"Um... J-J-Just my backyard, Mrs. K," Bill lies. "I got a new...," He starts, not being to think of anything.

"A new croquet set. Jeez, spit it out, B-Bill," Richie finishes.

"Okay," She nods. "Oh, and sweetie, don't go rolling around on the grass. Especially if it's just been cut. You know how bad your allergies can get."

"Yes, Mom. Let's go." We start out the door, when she speaks again.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Eddie glances at us, and I smirk. He sighs, walking over to her and kissing her cheek. Richie holds back his laughter, speaking.

"Do you want one from me too, Mrs. K," He asks.

"No, no, no," Eddie says, pushing him out the door.

"I was kidding," Richie laughs. He shuts the door behind us, and I smirk at him.

"Shut up," He sighs. Everyone grabs their bikes, and I hop on Eddie's, wrapping my arms around his waist.

*later, at the sewers*

"I don't know. I guess," Eddie says.

"That's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy," Stan says, pointing in three different places.

"Where? Where's the poison ivy," Eddie questions.

"Nowhere. Not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley," Richie says, as I follow Bill inside the sewer.

"Okay, well, I'm starting to get itchy now, and I'm pretty sure this is not good for my--," Eddie starts, when Richie cuts him off.

"Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?"

"Sometimes, yeah."

"Then you probably have crabs."

"That's so not funny," Eddie rolls his eyes. Richie and I turn around to see Eddie and Stanley still standing outside the entrance.

"Aren't you guys coming in?"

"Uh-uh. It's greywater," Eddie shakes his head.

"What the hell's greywater," I ask.

"It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you, you guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee. So...," Eddie explains, when Richie sticks his stick into the water and sniffs it. "Are you serious? What are you--"

"Doesn't smell like caca to me, senor," Richie says in a Spanish accent.

"Okay, I can smell that from here."

"It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face," Richie smirks making Eddie scoff.

"Have you ever heard of a staph infection?"

"Oh, I'll show you a staff infection," Richie says, holding up the stick.

"This is so unsanitary. You're literally... This is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now," He continues, as Richie picks up a piece of clothing with his stick. "Have you ever heard of Listeria?" Richie tosses the clothing at him making Eddie jump up, exclaiming in disgust. "That's-- This-- Are you retarded? I mean, I-- You're the reason why we're in this position right now."

"Guys," Bill shouts making them look up. I look over to see him holding a shoe.

"Shit. Don't tell me that's...," Stan starts not wanting to say it.

"No," Bill shakes his head. "Georgie wore galoshes." Richie and I walk over to the shoe, and I shine my flashlight over it.

"Whose sneaker is it," Eddie asks. Richie examines it, before sighing.

"It's Betty Ripsom's."

"Oh, shit. Oh, God. Oh, fuck! I don't like this."

"How do you think Betty feels? Running around these tunnels with only one frickin' shoe," Richie jokes trying to make light of the situation. We all just stare at him.

"What is she's still here?"