eddie kaspbrak, no longer the sickly child he once was, is on a rollercoaster that only goes up... but not without a few bumps along the way.
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"richie slow down!" bev laughs, trying to keep up with his large strides. he doesn't listen, and keeps pulling her quickly behind him. they finally make it to the computer lab, making their way over to the computers. "okay, so we need flyers" richie says, signing in and pulling up WORD. bev nods, sitting beside them as they get started. once they're done making the flyer, they print out about a hundred of them. richie closes out of the computer before they pick up the flyers and make their way out of the computer lab.
"bevvy, i need cigarettes" richie says with a bit of a pout as they make their way out of the building and onto the sidewalk. "again?! you just got some yesterday!" she groans, knowing what that intels. "i had a hard night okay.." he says softly, looking down at his torn up shoes. she winces lightly, knowing what he means, before nodding. "okay fine, we will run by keenes before we go home." she says, reaching her hand out to grab his, comforting him. he just nods lightly, taking her hand.
they walk in silence for a while, until they come upon the pharmacy. bev walks in first, making her way to the counter quickly. "hey mr.keene" she says with fake excitement. he looks up and smiles his creepy smile, "hello beverly" he says, his eyes looking too far down for her liking. "can you show me where the rubbing alcohol is?" she asks shyly, as if she didn't already know. mr.keene, being the disgusting old man he is, would never turn down the chance to get beverly alone, even for a moment. "of course beautiful." he says, his creepy smirk getting wider, before walking around the counter. richie sees this, and immediately makes his way inside, being as quite as possible. he watches mr.keen, making sure he didn't try anything, as he walks up to the counter. he quickly jumps over, grabbing four packs of cigarettes from the rack behind it, before jumping back over and hiding them in his jacket.
"there you are bev, i was looking for you." he says loudly, walking over to the uncomfortable girl. "hey richie! sorry i was gonna grab some rubbing alcohol for my father, but i just remembered i left my wallet at home" she says, glancing over at the annoyed mr.keene, obviously upset that they were interrupted. "i'm sorry for the inconvenience mr.keene, but we'll be on our way." beverly says, nodding at the creepy old man before she and richie turn to walk out. she can feel his eyes on her, and it makes her even more uncomfortable.
"thank you bev.. i hate asking you to do that.." richie says softly once they were outside. "it's okay rich.. i know the cigarettes are kinda what keeps you going now days." she responds, watching him pull a pack from his pocket and opening it. "yeah, but it's still disgusting the way he looks at you." he says, pulling a cigarette out and placing it between his lips before reaching for his lighter. "yeah, but at least we use it to our advantage.. remember the time bowers got ben, that's when we met.." she laughs softly, remembering the terrible yet amazing things that led up to their friendship. richie chuckles, inhaling the smoke, before blowing it out. "yeah, that was pretty crazy" he says, smiling at the memories that came to him. "and now we use them to get smokes and drinks, oh how the times have changed" he laughs loudly, wrapping his arm around beverly while offering her the cigarette. she gladly takes it, inhaling and holding for a moment, before blowing it out.
"now we've got to put these damn flyers up" she says, rolling her eyes slightly while handing him the cigarette back. "or we could just throw them and let the wind take care of it" richie responds, taking it from her. she thinks for a moment, before nodding. "honestly that's not a bad idea.. why not?" she say, pulling the papers from her bag and quite literally, throwing them into the air. they both laugh loudly, taking off running, not looking back.
richie sighs quietly, his face immediately dropping as they turn onto his street. "we can always go to bills..." bev says softly, noticing richies behavioral change. "i can't.. i promised dad i'd be home to clean the garage.." he replies, pulling out yet another cigarette, making that four that he's smoked in the twenty minute walk. beverly sighs, shaking her head. "why don't you tell the others? you know they won't judge you.. hell, eddies mom was abusive for 14 years.." she says lowly, barely loud enough for richie to hear her. "i know they won't.. but i just can't. i can't be the charity case." he responds, taking a long drag off of the cigarette in his mouth.
"richard tozier, get your ass in this house and clean that damn garage!" he hears from the run down house on his left. his head turns quickly, seeing his seething father standing on the porch. "i uh.. i gotta go bev." he says, all the happiness and excitement that normally runs through him, gone.. "please be careful.." she says softly, taking the cigarette from him, before he nods and turns towards his house.
