Beverly point of view
After I finished to unpack my things, I went out with the boys. Richie and Eddie left earlier than usual but we let them be. We don't want to push them. We are playing cards. I feel that I am going to win this time.
"Bev, it-it's your turn." Bill said.
" I am not going to lose this time, Billy."
" And the winner is Bev." Stan said. He has some proud when I hug Bill as if he's our father or something. Mike fell asleep.
The school is going to start tomorrow. I don't want to go there. Greta will have to say her word about Bill and I but I honestly don't care. She knows how to hurt me. I want to have something to say to shut her mouth once and for all.
" Tomorrow Burrows will be waiting for us. " Stan said with a sad voice."
" He-he will hu-hurt us again." - Bill said.
" You have Burrows and I have Greta. Gosh, these two are like the terrorist couple. "
" How does Greta treat you? "Ben asked me.
" The last time I saw her she put water in the garbage and threw it on me. "
" That's so unhealthy. You know how many germs can be in there." Eddie said. They come back with popcorn."
" Tell Greta. " I said.
We had a good last evening of the holiday. We made a sleepover at Bill's place. We ate the cake grandma cooked for Bill's family. I stay next to Bill. As I fell asleep I feel heavy breathing. I look up at Bill and I saw him shivering and I hugged him. He wakes up sweating and looking at me with fear.
" Bill, what happened? " I say worried.
" I dre-dreamt Georgie. I dreamt of how he died. He was eaten by that clown." I saw the tears in his eyes and I hugged him.
" Bill, it was just a nightmare. It was all a bad dream. Now you are with me. "
" He-he was eaten. Th-that's why they didn't find the body. I was so stupid to let him alone."
" That's why you were shivering in your sleep.
Bill, let's go to sleep. I will not let you ." He still shivers, I want to say something more to make him feel better but my brain is too tired to think right now. All I can go is rubbing his back. We both fell asleep in a hug.
