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four | meeting beverly

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"I think it's great that we're helping the new kid, but we also need to think of our own safety. I mean, he's bleeding all over and you guys do know that there's an AIDS epidemic happening right now as we speak, right? My mom's friend in New York City got it by touching a dirty pole on the subway. And a drop of AIDS blood got into his system through a hangnail. A hangnail!" Eddie explained, freaking out.

You and the boys were riding through town, listening to Eddie's rambling. You had been friends with him for almost 4 years, and you had learned how to block him out, and that's what you were doing as you rode your dark grey bike through the street.

Eventually, you made it to an alleyway next to the pharmacist, and you quickly dropped your bike to the floor and walked towards the bleeding boy as Stanley, Bill and Richie helped him off Bill's bike and onto a brown box, so he was sitting up against the wall of the alley. Eddie was still rambling.

"And you can amputate legs and arms. But how do you amputate a wai-- How do you amputate a waist? You guys do know that alleys are known for dirty needles that have AIDS, right? You guys do know that? Hey..." He must have realized we weren't listening because all of our attention was on the bleeding boy.

"Ah, w-we're screwed. R-Richie and Y/n, wait here. C-come on," He motioned to the others to follow him while he ran inside the pharmacy, while you turned to the boy.

"Glad I got to meet you before you died," Richie said suddenly, which caused you to give him a blank look.

"Hey, what's your name?" You asked the boy, smiling nicely. He looked at you with a confused expression, before pointing to himself.

"Me?" He asked in disbelief, and you tilted your head in confusion.

"Um... yeah?"

"O-oh, I'm... Ben. I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to talk to me since your really pretty and pretty girls usually don't talk to losers like me," He gushed, blushing.

Your face went a shade of crimson as you purse your lips, changing the subject, "who did this to you?"

"H-Henry Bowers."

"Henry fucking Bowers. Of course that cock-sucker had something to do with it," Richie exclaimed from behind you, as he kicked a stone. You turned to him and groaned.

"Ugh. He's an asshole." You groaned loudly, leaning against the alleyway wall and looking at Richie, who adjusted his glasses.

"I wish he would go missing," you said quietly, looking at him in the eye. 

"Affirmative, master L/n," he replied, wearing a fake accent. It made you smile lightly before sinking down the wall. What was taking the boys so long in there?

Suddenly, the three boys came running back into the alleyway, Eddie with an armful of stuff as he tried to keep up with the group. 

He came and crouched in front of Ben while Bill came and stood beside you. Stanley began walking off somewhere, but you weren't paying attention, you were chewing your nail and trying not to look at the flow of blood coming out of the poor boy's stomach. 

"Just suck the wound," you heard Richie tell Eddie as you stared at the ground, when you felt a hand slip into your own and give you a reassuring squeeze. You sighed lightly and turned to Bill, who was looking at you with a slight smile, but he turned and looked back at Ben when you saw him. You smiled slightly before turning back to the poor boy.