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        written by richie aka (bitchyyrichie on insta )
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Beverly stood in front of the rows of cheap candy, her hand itching to take one and run. She could feel Richie whispering in her ear, could feel the influence. Richie was always so lighthearted, so happy, but the second he got a bad idea lodged into his head it was hard to change him back. Eddie was no where to be seen, no where near Beverly to the good influence she so desperately needed.

She heard the bell on the door of the pharmacy and whipped her head around to see Stanley walk in. Rolling her eyes, she leaned over and grabbed a Baby Ruth, sliding it up her sleeve and walking over to meet Stan. She still remembers when she first told him about how crazy she though she was, how she must need a therapist because she was sure she was seeing something that wasn't there.

"Tell him to go away Beverly." Richie couldn't speak, the stitches were binding his mouth together, but Beverly could still hear his words ring through her head.

No, she though, refusing to look at Richie and forcing a smile as she avoided Mr.Keene's gaze and waved at Stanley.

"Where's Mikey?" She asked, hearing her voice but not realizing it was she who was talking. Richie, I swear to God, someone who I don't even believe in...

"I thought we agreed to not talk about that in public." Stan said stiffly, shifting his weight onto his left leg and not meeting Beverly's eye line.

Beverly remembers how awkward Stanley behaved when she told him about this. How he hadn't seemed like he believed her at all, and how he refused to talk about it for weeks afterwards.

"Oh, sorry Staniel! Must have slipped my mind."

Richie fucking Tozier get the fuck out of me right fucking now.

Oh Bevvie, how different you are from your mother. She always begged me to stay in her-

Richie, I know you might already be dead but I will not hesitate to kill you again.

Beverly felt her temper rise, and not being able to control herself made it worse. Stanley noticed her change in behaviour immediately, and started to back away.

She remembered how Stanley had come up to her after the longest, and most awkward silent treatment she's ever received to tell her that he believed what she had seen was really there. He believed her because he had seen it too, in the form of a sixteen year old boy from the eighties, who was much nicer than what Beverly had to deal with. He didn't have to suffer the pains of having to deal with Richie fuckin' Tozier. He got the easy going and always a good influence, Michael Hanlon.

Lucky Stan.

"I'm just here to pick up some bandaids." Stan reached around Beverly and grabbed a pack of bandaids randomly, shaking them to show her and heading to the cash register. She wanted to pipe up and tell him he and grabbed Hello Kitty bandaids, but Richie thought it was in her best interest to avoid drawing attention if she wanted to get away with stealing. She lowered her gaze and kept her head down, taking this opportunity of the cashiers distraction to walk out the door. She felt the familiar rush and looked up to see Richie standing in front of her as she leaned back and rested against the brick wall.