Aftermath (2) ♥ 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕯𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 ♥

Losers' Club Back In Session

 Soon we all sat together as one. I always imagined what everyone in the losers club was doing, but never could remember the time we shared. The memories seemed like sheer dreams of distant faces, but here we all sit as the dreams slowly became vivid memories of the fun times together. Sadly, not everything was all fun and games in the town of Derry, Maine.

Elizabeth was awoken from her thoughts by the clinking of glasses and laughter from the other losers, "So-wait-Eddie, you got married?" Richie laughed as his shot-glass toppled from his mouth.

"Yeah, why's that so fucking funny, dickwad!" Eddie's eyebrows frowned angrily.

"To a woman?" Richie burps drunkenly.

 I chuckle at the memories of Eddie and Richie's constant banter. It's just like when we were kids.

"Fuck you," Eddie points his chopsticks at Richie annoyed. 

"Fuck you," Richie retorted as he gulps down another shot.

"What about you, Trashmouth. You married?" Bill piped up. Elizabeth whipped her head to Richie—this was bound to be fun.

I laugh dramatically, "There's no way Rich is married."

"No, I'm married." Richie defends.

Eddie stared at Richie shockingly, "When?"

"You didn't hear this?" Richie answered, disbelief on his face. "You didn't know I got married?"

We all continue to look at Richie astonished, "No."

"Yeah, no me and your mom are very, very happy," Richie smirked. Bill, his drink raised up to his mouth, splattered in laughter, his drink splashing all over the table. Elizabeth laughed hysterically, placing her hand on the man's wrist as the losers laughed hysterically.

Eddie frowned, "Fuck you."

"She's very sweet. Sometimes, she—she'll put her arm around me, and she'll whisper to me, she'll go," he spoke, fading into a surprisingly good Jabba the Hutt impression—what can you expect from a professional comedian. The whole group was a mess of laughter, except Eddie whose grumpy face stared down at his drink.

"We all get it! My mom was a great big fat person! Hilarious! Hysterical!"

Richie eyed Ben, "Let's talk about the elephant, not in the room."

Okay, okay, obviously, I've lost a few pounds," Ben responded awkwardly, everyone around audibly agreeing. 

 "You're like--You're hot. You're like every Brazilian soccer player wrapped up into one person. Gorgeous," Richie commented.

I almost choked on the red wine I was drinking, "Richie no..."

The comedian shrugged his shoulders, "Just saying,"

Flashback... *27 years ago*

Bill walks up next to me. Our face inches apart. He presses his lips against mine. Our lips move in sync as I put my hand on his cheek. I pull back as my lips parting slightly. I brush his hair to the side.

"We probably should get to bed," I scratch the back of my neck nervously.

"Y-y-yeah...Sure."  Bill climbs into the bed.

I stand awkwardly, "You sure it's okay if we sleep in the same bed?"

"Y-y-y-yeah," Bill grabs my hand as I lay on his soft blue bed. I closed my eyes as Bill pulled the blankets over us. I felt Bill's arms wrap around me, his warmth radiating off of him. I turn my head slightly to see a smile plastered on Bill's face. "I'm gonna marry you one day."

"Keep dreaming"

*Flashback over*