Losers Got To Stick Together

chapter 4

"You c-can come too if-if you want to," Bill invited. His blue eyes darted between Ben and me.

"Sure, sounds great!"

"See you at noon, sweetheart..." Richie winked. His glasses slipped slightly. I stretched out my arm offering to help Ben up. He gladly accepted it. His hands almost stitched to his stomach, groaning in pain every few steps. " Come on Ben, I need to get you home..." I whispered softly. Both Bill and Richie heard. " No problem! I'll help you," Richie smirked. His glasses brightening the light is his brown eyes. "Bill can take Ben home, while m'lady and your prince charming-"

"Beep beep Richie!" Stan interrupted. A hint of annoyance clear in his voice. Sensing the new born tension I lifted my voice. " Thanks guys, but you really don't have to-" "We w-want to, t-thats what friends are for..." I felt happiness wash over me like a title wave crashing on the rocks. "Thank you, all of you..." I smiled. Eddie and Stan excused themselves. Ben climbed to the back of Bill's bike, Silver. "Your prince charming is waiting m'lady..." A cocky voice called. I turned finding Richie seated on his bike. Jokingly I mocked asking "where-o-where are thou dearest prince, I only see a trash mouth,"
A fake tear was wiped before it's descend to his cheek. "Thou are evil," He started. " but I like them bad..." Richie winked. I laughed and moved closer to a knight in shining armour.

The wind blew through my hair as my head rested on Richie's back. His heartbeat sped up each time I hugged him tighter. The old Derry bell tower calling the hour. Five 'dings' echoed from it, getting louder as we passed it.
By the time we arrived at the library, the sun started saving it's goodbyes. Glancing one last time over the horizon.

In the dimly lit area my eyes found Ben's bike. The red handles laying lifeless in the ground. Richie stoped. As I removed my hands from the boy's middle, I felt a sigh escape his body. "Rich-" I started, but was interrupted by a loud boom crashing behind us. The sound of a gun still ringing in my ear. We jerked our heads to the sound of the explosion... Finding a Henry, fucking, Bowers...