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stand by me

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yes this is based on one of the greatest movies ever made
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Y/n's P.O.V

This is the-completely true-story of an adventure I once went on with my best friends, twenty years ago.

I was 13 going on 14 the first time I saw a dead human being. It happened in the Summer of 1989- a long time ago, but only if you measure in terms of years. I was living in a small town in Maine called Derry. There was only 1281 people, but to me, it was the whole world.

At this point in time, I only had four friends.

There was Bill Denbrough, who could kind of be considered the leader of our group. His brother, Georgie, had died almost a year ago. He was an amazing writer and storyteller.

Then there was Stan Uris. He had a bad reputation because his family was Jewish. He could be considered the voice of reason in our group.

There was Eddie Kaspbrak, who was probably the nicest person in our group. He was a total suck up to his mom though.

Last but not least, there was Richie Tozier. He was the most annoying person on planet earth. That little perverted asshole.

The story of the body begins when Eddie came to our treehouse, claiming that he knew where to find a dead body.

Apparently, he had overhead Victor Criss and Belch Huggins talking about it while he was searching for his pennies.

Apparently Victor and Belch had accidentally stumbled upon the body of Betty Ripsom, who had gone out three days ago and never came back.

They had found the body near the Back Harlow Road, god knows what they were doing out there, which was very close to the train tracks.

We all came to the conclusion that Betty must have been following the tracks, and after dark, the train came and, according to Richie, "el-smacko!".

Now, if I thought that the discovery of the body was crazy, I clearly didn't know what was coming for me.

The boys were determined to find the body, while I was a bit more cautious about the whole idea.

Maybe I should've been the voice of reason in our group.

"Guys. Are you sure you wanna do this? What if someone sees us. They might think we killed her."

None of the four listened to my reasoning.

And that's how I ended up walking for miles in the sweltering summer heat, with my four favourite boys.

It was almost noon as we set out to find the body of a dead kid named Betty Ripsom.

Once everyone arrived at our designated meeting spot, we began our long trek.

As we walked, we began to sing the Ballard of Paladin.

A couple of hours later, we found ourselves without food. Everyone pitched in some money to buy food.

Luckily, I brought a lot of money, so the boys were thankful.

As we discussed the money and food, the sound of a train was heard. It was coming down the tracks, right towards us.

We all jumped off the tracks, but Richie, dumb, idiotic Richie stayed put.

"Come on, Richie!"

I had yelled, waiting for him to join us. But he didn't move.

"No. I'm gonna dodge it."

I knew he was an idiot, but this was too much. He was going to get himself killed.

"Get the hell of the tracks, Richie! You wanna get yourself killed?"

Stan yelled, but Richie, as stubborn as always, refused to move.

The train came closer and closer. Yet Richie still hadn't moved. At the very last moment, I ran, pushing him out of the way.

We rolled of the tracks, landing on top of each other. I hadn't noticed I was crying until I saw small wet patches on Richie's shirt.

"Y/n, oh my fuck, are you crying?"

Richie had said, laughing a bit. He stopped laughing when I began punching his chest over and over again. Richie later told me that I had a weak punch.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

I said, each time I puched him.

Soon, I stopped punching, and just broke down into tears.

"Jesus, y/n. What's wrong?"

"You're a fucking idiot, Richie. You almost died. I almost lost you."

At this point, the train had passed, and Bill, Eddie and Stan had come over to us.

"Why do you care about me so much?"

Those eight words hurt me so much. Dumb, idiotic Richie couldn't understand why I cared so much.

"Because I love you dammit!"

I had yelled, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.

"Y/n, I... I love you too."

Did I mention this is also the story of how I got my first boyfriend?

I saved the document, and turned of my computer. I leaned back in my chair, sighing.

The door to my study opened, and Richie came in, our two year old daughter held in his arms.

"How's the story going?"

"Richie, you know it's not a story. You were there."

"Yeah, but, twenty years later, it feels like a story."

"Well at least the story has a happy ending."