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i just rewatched both IT movies and i- 😪😪😪

Richie broke away from the hug. Beverly placed her chin in her hand and looked down at her shoes. "What about you? What are you afraid of?" She asked. Richie picked at the fabric of his shirt as he looked out at the street. He breathed in and looked down. "I'm scared that something happened to Eds." Beverly glanced over at him, confused. "What do you mean?" She sat up, her eyes never leaving Richie.

His shoulders jumped into a shrug. "Remember yesterday when he was at the hideout with you and Ben? Do you remember what he was wearing?" Beverly looked away as she went back to yesterday morning. "I think so.. yeah," she said. "Well, he's wearing the same thing today. And he looks like he hasn't showered in days." Richie breathed in and looked at Beverly, fear flickering behind his eyes. "What if something happened?"

Beverly's eyes fell to the roof as she thought. "Nothing's happened.." she said slowly, a nervous smile playing with her lips. Richie sighed and played with his cigarette. "I don't know, Bev. I feel like something's wrong," he said. She straightened her back and ran her hands down her legs. "Why don't you talk to him?" She asked. Richie stayed silent as he thought.

From inside Bill's room, Ben placed a hand on the table and leaned on it as Eddie went to the window. "Richie!" He called out, an excited smile on his face. "Dance TV is on, come on!" Beverly and Richie met eyes before they quickly snuffed out their cigarettes with the bottoms of their shoes and slid down the roof to the window. Eddie grabbed Richie's hand and helped him crawl back inside as Ben helped Beverly. "Thanks," Richie said, wiping his hands on his jeans as he smiled at Eddie. Beverly nudged him in the side, giving him a knowing smile.

"Let's go, Richie. We're missing it!" Eddie said hurriedly as he walked out of Bill's bedroom. Music streamed from the living room as the four's footsteps pounded down the stairs, rounding the banister to walk into the living room. "Is this the newest episode?" Ben asked. "Yeah, I-I believe so," Bill said. He glanced over at Beverly as she bounced her head to the beat of the song and watched as she and Ben shared a smile. A pang of hurt filled his chest as he pushed out a breath.

Mike motioned for Stanley to stand up, a smile on his face. "I'm not dancing," Stan said. The Loser's had a tradition with Dance TV. Whenever it's on and they're together, they attempt to follow along with the dance moves of the people on screen. Sometimes it ends up in them falling to the ground laughing, but most of the time it always ends up in arguments. "Oh come on, Stan," Mike said, "It's more fun with all of us." Stan looked past him and watched as Richie kicked a leg in the air, almost hitting Ben in the face. He opened his mouth to say 'no' again but when he met Mike's eyes, he paused. "Alright."

The group shuffled into a line so they all could see the TV. Richie and Stan elbowed each other as they fought for the best spot in front of the screen. "Guys," Beverly said, waving a hand at them, "it's starting." Richie elbowed him one last time and Stan shot a glare at him.

They begun to move about as they followed along to the dancers. These were professionals, so the group couldn't mimic every dance move perfectly. One of the dancers onscreen grabbed the other and spun them. Ben gently grabbed Beverly's hand and she broke out in giggles as she dipped under his arm in a twirl. Richie glanced at them and a wave of confidence washed over him. "Eds, grab my hand," he said quickly. Eddie did and spun around, a smile spreading across his face. The two giggled and stepped back into the dance.

The song ended and the dancers waved at the audience as they ran backstage. Ben fell onto the couch breathing heavily, Stan sitting on the armrest next to him. "That was too much dancing," Stan said. Mike smiled, nodding in agreement. "I'm getting so-some water i-if anyone wants to come wi-with," Bill said. Beverly weaved through the group and followed him to the kitchen.

Another song started up as new dancers ran onstage. "Ready for round two?" Richie asked, looking over at Eddie and Mike. Mike was already standing, his sleeves rolled up as he patiently waited for his friends. "I think I'll sit this one out." Stanley moved to sit next to Ben and Mike didn't try and change his mind.

From inside the kitchen, Bill got two cups as Beverly leaned against the counter. "Glad t-to see y-you and Ben ha-having fun," Bill said, sliding the glass cup across the counter to Beverly. Her hand stopped it before it could fall to the ground. She picked up the meaner tone in Bill's voice, and already upset at him for pushing her away decided to go along with it.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She asked. Bill shrugged and filled his cup with water. "N-nothing, Bev." He turned around, bringing the cup to his lips. She studied him and shook her head. "Bill," she said, moving away from the counter to stand in front of him. "You've been like this for the past week. Something's wrong, I know it." His grip on the cup tightened as he stared at Beverly. "Tell me."

Bill took another sip of his water and walked around Beverly to the counter. "Y-you and Ben have been h-hanging out a-a lot," he said and she crossed her arms. "That's what friends do, Bill. They hang out." He shook his head, looking at her. "I-if you want t-to date Ben instead-"

Beverly cut him off, throwing her hands into the air. "Where's this coming from, Bill? Break up?" Bill looked away and Beverly stepped closer. "What the fuck is going on with you?"

"I-I'm going back t-to the living room." Beverly caught his arm, his water sloshing around in his cup. "Why can't you talk to me?" She asked. Bill turned back around and the two continued to argue.

Richie realized the two were gone longer than they should be. He broke away from the group, telling them he would be right back. His footsteps on the kitchen tile quieted the fighting between Beverly and Bill. They both looked at Richie, Bev's hand falling from Bill's arm. "The dick is going on here?" Richie asked.

Beverly casted a quick glance at Bill. "Nothing," he muttered and tried to walk away again. Richie stopped him, sensing something very wrong. Beverly sighed and walked closer. "He won't talk to me." Richie eyed Bill as he desperately tried to avoid eye contact. "There's n-nothing to t-talk about."

He pushed past Richie and walked into the living room. Beverly's eyes narrowed and she followed him into the next room, her blood starting to boil. "Bill, stop running away from me," she said. Eddie and Mike stopped dancing, everyone's heads turning to them. Bill glanced around at his friends nervously before turning around.

Richie watched from the kitchen doorway, the tenseness of the atmosphere thickening. "Beverly," he said, pleading with her not to do this. She shook her head. "What's going on with you?"

"Y-you really w-want to know?" Bill asked, she quickly nodded. "My parents are f-fucking m..moving!"

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