"STUPID FUCKING SHOE!" I yelled as I was almost falling over trying to get my shoe on. I woke up late, again. I always wake up late. Yes it is because I can't hear my alarm, but, even if I could, it would never wake me up from any of my dreams. I lived alone, in a two story house, four bed rooms, three and a half baths, all by myself. Unmarried, not dating, no fiancé, no kids, not pregnant. Alone. Why do I need all this space you ask? Well, that's a good question that I don't even know, would you mind letting me know the answer when you find out? Thanks.
I rush out the door and to work. Wait, I didn't even tell you what I do, wow. I work as a actress. Right now I'm headed to set, a Warner Bros set to be exact, to work on a film based on one of Bill Denbrough's books. Yes, Bill Debrough, My twin. We only live a block away from each other. So clearly we are good with separating from each other *cough* not *cough*. I quickly hopped in my car and drove to work. If your wondering where I am, I'm in California. The rest of the Loser's, well, there all in different places.
Richie Tozier, he's in Chicago, doing stand up and finally putting his impressions to good use. I don't talk to him.
Stanley Uris, he's in Atlanta. He works as a from accountant, and is married to Patty Uris/Blum. I do talk to him, he's my accountant, and my best friend.
Eddie Kaspbrak, he's in New York as a risk assessor. Married to someone who's just like his mom. I don't talk to him.
Beverly Marsh, or Rogan. Married to some rich guy, he's abusive though, just like her father. She's a successful fashion designer in New York City. I talk to her, she does some of my red carpet designer dresses, and she's my booty call so.......
Ben Hanscom, he's in New York as an architect and unmarried. I don't talk to him.
Mike Hanlon, he still lives in Derry. He never left. He works as a librarian and is unmarried. I don't even talk to him.
Even though I should talk to them, I don't. For one, they probably don't even remember me. And for two, they probably wouldn't want to remember me anyways. I'm on my way to work when I get a call from Bill. "Hello?" I answered.
"Bree, where are you? Your fifteen minutes late." Bill said through the phone.
"Well good morning to you too Bill." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Why are you always so late?" He asked.
"Because, I like to be fashionably late." I told him.
"Well, maybe not do that. They need you on set. Like now." He told me.
"Let them know I'll be there in five." I told him.
"Bree why-?"
"Love you too bye." I cut him off. I hung up and banged my head on the steering wheel. Today was going to be a long one. I drove all the way to work, and I couldn't wait to get the whole 'Your always late.' Speech from Bill. When I got there, it was just as expected.
"Bree there you are." Bill said when I got to my dressing room. "Listen Bree, your-"
"Always late to everything, blah blah blah, you need to be more responsible, blah blah blah, and you need to grow up, blah blah blah." I cut him off. "Yeah, I've heard that speech once or twice." Bill rolled his eyes, and walked out, letting me continue to get ready for the day. Once my hair and makeup was finished, I ran to the set.
In the middle of filming Bill came up to me, "Do you think the endings of my books are bad?" He asked. I never told Bill, I never told him that his books were based on our childhood.
"I mean, it's not that they're bad, they could just be........better." I told him. He just shook his head and walked away. At the end of the day, I got into my car and drove home. When I did, I put down my stuff and plopped down on the couch. After sitting there for five minutes, I got call. It was Stanley. "Hey Stan the Man, how are you?" I asked him.
"I'm doing great, you?" He asked.
"Exhausted." I told him. He and I talked for about an hour, just like we were kids talking on the phone. After we hung up, I went up to the bathroom, got into the shower, got dressed and laid down in bed. I turned on some random show before starting to read through my script. After I had finished the whole thing, I laid down and fell asleep.
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Sorry for the shitty first chapter btw. I hoped you enjoyed this anyways!
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IT Chapter Two: Richie x OC (Discontinued for now)
Fanfiction(Second Book of the Richie x OC books) It's been 27 years. Bree and the rest of the Loser's have moved away from Derry. Most of them even forgot about it. All except Bree, who's had nightmares every night after she left her home town, and Mike who...
