IT/ Losers Club Imagines and Preferences

Loser/ Lover

Y/n = Your name

N/n = Nickname

I walk up to the drug store to get bandages for the cuts the It gave me. I should have asked Richie to go with me, he will be worried. I left without a note and he comes over everyday. He wouldn't want me to go anywhere with a sprained ankle. Oh well. The bells jingle as I open the door. I looked at the isle where the bandages  are located and unfortunately not where I was going.

I run into something. I close my eyes and prepare for the landing, but it never came. I open my eyes to see Eddie. "Hi there" He says. He has a broken arm. "Hey Eddie" I say. He props me up. "Thanks" I say. "Yeah no problem. What are you doing here?" He asks. "I ran out of bandages" I admit. "Well you could have asked me for some" He says. "I know, I know. I ran out this morning and I didn't want to bother you or your mom" I say.

"You can always come over Y/n. You're basically the only one my mom can tolerate" He says. I smile a bit. " I know, but I just want to get out of the house for a little. My ankle is only sprained." I say. "Yea, but it could get worse if you walk on it." He says. "Now sit on the bench I'll go get you some bandages" He says. "No, Eddie you don't-" He cuts me off. " N/n stop being so stubborn. I want to help you. Now please sit down." I open my mouth to argue but then shut it. Eddie likes to hover, even if it's a scratch. It's cute really, but it gets annoying sometimes. "Fine." I say. He smirks in triumph.

I walk over to the bench and sit down. I pick a magazine up to read it. A few minutes later Eddie comes back and hands me a plastic bag. "Here you go." He says in a depressing tone. I take it from in and catch a glimpse at his cast. It reads "Loser" in blue ink. Anger flashes through me. I scowl. "Who wrote that?" I ask. He raises an eyebrow and then realizes what I'm talking about. "Oh, the girl at the desk." He says. I see the embarrassment in his eyes. "Only I get to call you a loser." He smiles a bit.  I stand up. "follow me" I say.

"I don't really think you can fight with a sprained ankle" He says. I look into his eyes. I can tell he's nervous. "Just trust me Eds." He sighs. "I told you to stop calling me that" He says. "Awe come one I know you love it." He blushes. I got to the girl at the desk. "Do you have a red marker I can borrow? I ask. She looks up from her magazine and rolls her eyes. "You seem my friend Eddie here has a broken arm, and some bully decide to right loser on his cast. My dad's a police officer and he hates bullys. Do you know who did this?" She shakes her head. I can see horror in her eyes. "Did she do this Eddie?" I ask. "Yup." He says. "I guess I'll have to go to  my dad then-" She cuts me off. "No wait! Wait! I'll give you the marker just please don't tell your dad." She please. I smirk and take the marker.

I take the cap of with my teeth and draw a big V over the S, spelling lover. "Ready to go?" I ask. "Yea" He says still staring at his cast. I starts to walk. He grabs my hand and we walk out of the store.

 Once we were far away from the story Eddies speaks. "How did you even do that with a straight face, you don't even have a dad?" I shrug. "Nobody gets to call you a loser except me"