remedies. | bill denbrough

chapter four

"you ever think how weird it is that chickens can't fly?"

"y/n, what the hell."

"just a thought."

the boy's dimples poked out as he smiled at your dumb question.

you had arrived at the quarry - much to bill's dismay.

having your arms wrapped around him while he peddled on silver was a moment that he never wanted to end.

the both of you had gotten off the bike, walking to the edge of the alarmingly-large cliff.

"well, i don't think they're s-strong enough to lift themselves up from the g-ground."

you dramatically gasped at his response.

"bill... are you fat-shaming chickens?"

he laughed at this, playfully shoving you.

"sh-shut up."

you only responded with an amused chuckle, shaking your head as you looked to the floor.

though, as soon as you had looked up, a certain redhead was standing in front of you.

beverly marsh.

"y/n," she sighed in content, pulling you into a hug which you glady returned.

you hadn't seen beverly in weeks thanks to her strict father.

"hey, bev!" you smiled, snuggling your face in her neck.

she wrapped her arms around you tightly, giving you one final squeeze before pulling away.

"hey, bill. happy birthday!"

you watched as she walked over to him, her short sundress flowing in the breeze as she wrapped her arms around him.

something pinched in your chest.

bill and beverly had always had an odd connection that couldn't compare to any others.

you couldn't describe the ache in your body at the sight of them - it was something you hadn't felt before.

"are the other losers at the edge of the cliff already?" you asked as soon as they had pulled away, an attempt to save yourself from the slightly awkward silence.

"yeah, they just went up." beverly answered, motioning her hand behind you.

you smiled and nodded at her words, leaving the two behind to catch up while you walked to greet the rest of the group.

"this fucking lake is probably the same color as eddie's mom's chicken noodle soup."

"actually, she makes me clam chowder."

"oh, nice to know you're not allergic to dairy as you are to everything else on this fucking earth."

richie and eddie.

"i kinda am, but," you watch as the small boy pulls out a bottle of pills from the red fanny pack around his waist. "medication."

almsot instinctively, you let out a slightly annoyed breath.

surely one couldn't be conflicted with as many allergies that eddie "had".

yes, you had your suspicions.

but, you were smart and kept your mouth shut.

his mom was controlling, no doubt about it.

if he was ill to so many things you'd think he wouldn't be allowed outside at all.