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HER CONVERSATION WITH HENRY was the only thing on presley's mind as she burst through the front doors of derry high.
every time she seemed to push it out of her head, it came creeping back in again. she couldn't focus on her algebra test or the book they were reading in english. henry's words were a broken record, playing endlessly through her mind, 'but you will be'.
presley would consider that a motherfucking threat.
the only other thing fighting it's way to the top of her priority list was the mere idea of being friends with her boys again. her boys. presley and bill and eddie and stanley. and richie. oh god, richie.
they hadn't talked about the kiss. they would probably never talk about it. presley knew she shouldn't have done it, no matter how intense her feelings for him were.
she also knew he kept his word. and if he said they weren't friends, then that was that. they weren't friends. but that didn't mean she couldn't try with the others. and for that mission, eddie was her best bet.
edward kaspbrak was nothing short of a firecracker. his large brown eyes and below average height were misleading, to say the least, because he was, well... spastic. nothing compared to richie, of course. richie was one in a million.
the only problem presley might have with getting to eddie is that he and richie told each other everything from grocery lists to their wildest dreams. at least, that's what presley thought.
nobody knew both boys harbored a secret hidden so deep inside them, through punctured lungs and beneath cracked ribs. a secret that would destroy them if anyone were to find out.
but, as everyone knows, secrets don't stay secrets for long in derry.
presley knew the first place eddie stopped after school, and that's where she was headed back for the first time after that night with the window. the night she had ended up kissing richie. she, obviously, wasn't too keen on seeing greta as well, but, she was intent on finding eddie, so it didn't matter all that much to her.
center street drugstore and greta had been presley's sanctuary for a summer. it was the one place she could escape to when her parents were screaming at the top of their lungs. she hid there all day while max smoked god knows what in the room next door to hers. and it didn't even compare in the slightest to bill's backyard or stanley's bedroom or richie's basement or the quarry, but her options were limited and her friend supply was low. so, she settled.
now, she was growing more familiar with the feeling of dread settling in her stomach- the one that seemed to constantly be there nowadays- as the drugstore appeared in her view. from across the street, presley saw greta entering the pharmacy and turned on her heel.
