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fifteen | a month passes

AUGUST

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You month after the fight had been the worst. 

You had had no one to hang out with, so you spent your days down at Derry's beach. You looked through it's rockpools, it's warm sand and you explored everything it had to offer. 

It was a nice place. It was also usually deserted, since no one else had time to come play down here, especially with everyone freaking out over the missing children. 

You had to drop your bike down the side of your local library, then follow a dirt track that led down to the seaside. 

You tried to tell yourself you didn't need the Losers Club to make you feel complete. You told yourself you could live on your own, and you didn't need friends.

But the loneliness caught up to you after a few weeks. 

You missed Richie. You missed Beverly. You missed the whole Losers Club. 

And you fucking missed Bill. 

Your mind raced as you sat on the sand, staring out into the ocean. It had been almost a month since the fight, and you hadn't talked to any of your friends. 

The only time you had ran into any of them was around a week after it happened. 

You had been riding your bike. Your mind had been distracted as you rethought the days beforehand, and your bike had collided with someone else's. 

You remembered falling onto your back, and looking up when you heard a familiar boy's voice stutter, "o-o-oh my god, I'm so s-sorr- Y/n?" 

You had locked eyes with Bill, who was staring at you with a shocked and sad look on his face. You had stayed like that for a while, your bikes tangled together and both of you on the ground a few metres apart. Your whole body hurt after that incident, but the thing that seemed to haunt you most was the broken look Bill gave you. 

And now, as you stared out into the crashing waves, you wondered if Bill even missed you. Did any of them care?

You reached over towards your navy blue backpack and pulled out a journal. 

Over the past few weeks you had been filling it up with thoughts, pictures and broken poems. It was your new best friend, and you never left anywhere without it. It seemed to be there for you when the rest of the Losers Club wasn't.

You took a deep breath and opened the book, flicking to a new page and began doodling random shapes onto the page.

You didn't realise you had drawn out a heart with the words "B.D + (insert your initials here)" until the deed was already done.

You groaned, throwing the book down and laying down. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, staring up at the clouds. Even your subconscious was thinking about Bill. 

You had left Bill and Beverly alone on the day of the argument, and the little green monster inside of you punched at your insides at the thought of them having each other through a time like this. You loved Bev, but you didn't want her to steal him from you. But if she knew you had a crush on him, she wouldn't go for him, right?

MEANWHILE

Richie was smacking the 'punch' button on the 'Streetfighter' game machine furiously. Even though the fight happened a month ago, he was still filled with anger, and when he heard Bill's voice it wasn't any better. 

"Richie!" He called, running up beside him, and he mentally groaned. 

"What do you want?" Richie snapped at him, before motioning to the game, "you see that guy I'm hitting? I'm pretending it's you!"

"I-I-It got Beverly!" Bill told him, and he almost froze, before rolling his eyes. 

Oh, don't get me wrong, he knew what Bill meant. But he didn't believe him.

"What are you talking about?!"

"It, Richie. It got Beverly."

Richie stopped tapping the button, and dread filled his body. He slowly turned to him, examining him for a few seconds. 

"Then let's go."

"We need to get e-everyone back together and get her back," Bill explained as both him and Richie rode their bikes down town. Richie had already called Eddie, and he was coming, and now he knew they had to get Y/n. 

"We need to find Y/n, first. She'll convince the rest," He told Bill, and Bill's heart began to race quicker at the mention of your name. 

The last month had been hell without you. All he had wanted to do was call you up, or just show up at your house out of the blue. His fingers itched to hold you in his arms again, but his pride held him back from doing so. 

God, is this what love felt like? 

If so, why the hell was it so hard?

"B-but where would she be?" Bill asked quietly, and silence fell upon the two. 

"Follow me," Richie murmured, beginning to lead him towards the beach. 

AT THE BEACH

"Y/n!" You heard a familiar voice yell behind you, and you heard distant footsteps like someone was running up to you. 

At the sound of another human on the usually empty beach, you sat up promptly and picked up the journal. You slammed it shut and quickly stood, shoving the thing in the bottom of your backpack and standing, ready to leave. You didn't want to annoy anyone else on the beach, and it was time you got home anyway.

"Y/n!" The voice yelled again, but this time it was right in front of you, and you looked up; only to be face-to-face with Richie and Bill. 

"Fuck!" You yelled in fright, jumping back a bit, before straightening your back when you realized who were in front of you. 

"Oh," you simply said, before turning to walk past them. 

"Y-y/n, wait!" Bill exclaimed, stepping in front of you so you couldn't walk past. 

"Bill, I'm really not in the mood today. Let me past," you said sternly, but he grabbed your hands. You tried to ignore the spark you felt when his skin touched you for the first time in almost 5 weeks, and you started struggling to get out of his grip. 

"Y/n-"

"No, Bill, let me go!" You wiggled harder, trying to get your hands trying to get away from him. 

"It got Beverly!"

At that sentence, you froze, and a shiver ran down your spine. You slowly tilted your head up to lock eyes with him. 

"I-It?" You whispered, your voice cracking. Bill slowly let go of your hands. 

"It."

You bit your lip, looking down. 

Fuck. 

You thought you were done with this shit now!

"Y/n... we're going to go get her. You can still hate us all you want after we're done, but please, come with us," Richie asked quietly from beside you, and you paused.

Listening to the sound of the crashing waves, you thought it over. 

Beverly was your friend, and she would do the same for you, so you should save her. Right? Wasn't that the good thing to do? But you didn't want to face that stupid clown again!

You closed your eyes, taking a shaky breath in, before looking back up at the pair. 

"I'll help you."

*This isn't edited and i kinda rushed to get it out. I'll make it better later lmao*