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Apparently, if you have nothing, you pretend to have everything.
If you are powerless, you pretend you're in control and that every little shitty thing that happens, your mind tells you that's the way you want it.
Stan thought that was the sort of mindset that occurs when people like him, people who lived in Derry found an excuse to celebrate. In case you were confused, fireworks, burning things in a bonfire, itchy face paint and shit loud music, that no one would never willingly listen to...but get hyped up about it if it's played out loud, was all part of the package that came with that strange day.
Since, as a small shit hole, they hadn't done much, the closest thing to an achievement they had gained, was the day when Conner had started his strange attack plan on Bowers, a year to the day. It wasn't much, they no longer annoyed the whole school due to this, and spent their time terrorizng the town instead. So, a lot less Purgey and more of a shitty spin off. The whole school was there.
"Richie is giving fireworks to seven year-olds" Bev said when she found Stan amongst the crowds and passing him a pint glass whilst they both waved their flags a long with a strange cover of the Strokes.
"Don't worry, they'll be more responsible withthem then he would" He said, she laughed, resting her free arm on his shoulder and they danced as best as they could without spilling their drinks.
"Rue's been looking for you" Bev said and Stan froze, nearly dropping his drink as he did so.
"She has?" Stan asked, trying his best to hide his worry in his voice, but unlike the common belief in Tumblr, his best was never good enough in these scenarios. Strangely enough, Stan's fear had an odd habit of presenting itself in his thoughts within song, his mind repeating SHE KNOWS, SHE KNOWS, in the tune of I Know What You Did Last Summer. Which was frustrating as Stan didn't even like that song, well not publicly anyway.
"Yeah, she's been doing everyone's face paint" Bev said gesturing to her cheeks which were brushed over with glitter and spiralled with vibrant colours. "She wants us all to be matching for the group photo"
Stan sighed in relief, "Ah-ah" Stan laughed, well that was intention but the remaining nerves gave it the same tune, he cursed them under his breath. "I mean, that's why I was hiding from her, don't fancy it"
"Ok..." Bev muttered, not really convinced. "Anyway, Ben accidently let slip that Richie may be using this as an opportunity to find that Crashmat of yours, as the entire school is here" Stan frowned.
"How would that work? Wouldn't that make it a lot harder?" Stan asked and Bev shrugged, before she, and everyone around them got all hyped up as the band started playing Franz Ferdinand, Take Me Out, singing the tune loudly.
"Well, Ben may have also accidently told me who there suspect was" She shouted over the music.
"I'm starting to think you're exploiting your boyfriend" Stan shouted back and she laughed.
