They are all stood by the train tracks, sweaty, tired and bloody. The losers position themselves into a small circle, looking at one another.

"P-Promise, that if it isn't d-dead, we'll all come b-back." Bill states, looking them all in the eye. They all nod our heads a bit, not really knowing what else to respond. Stan obviously doesn't like the idea, but agrees anyway.

"W-we have to make a blood promise."

Ivy stares at him questionably as he raises a broken bottle to his hand and slices it. Eddie shivers in disgust, and Ivy can't help but gasp. Bill makes his rounds, slicing each of their hands. Ivy hesitantly holds her hand out to him, knowing she must be sincere. Richie smiles at her reassuringly.

He takes it and slices it.

Next is Eddie, who reluctantly allows it.

Once everyone is sliced, they hold hands and stare at one another.

"Promise." Bill repeats. They all take turns to mutter an 'I promise', with determined expressions. "I hate you..." Stan says causing everyone to turn to him. Everyone glances between him and Bill, who looks down disappointedly. Then, Stan cracks a smile and begins laughing. Everyone all joins in relieved.

And like that, in an hour or two, the sun would be setting.

"Well, I've gotta go." Stan says, looking between everyone. Everyone lets their hands go, except Richie and Ivy. "See ya, Stany!" Ivy says with a grin. He walks over and gives the girl a hug.

Person after person leaves.

Eddie turns to give Ivy a hug. Before he pulls away completely, Ivy gives him a small kiss on the cheek. He blushes in return. Richie rolls his eyes.

"We better get going too." Ivy says to Bill and Bev, tugging on Richie's hand. Bill grins and nods, walking towards Ivy and hugging her tightly. She kisses the boy's cheek lightly and whispers a small 'thank you' to him. Richie doesn't mind anymore because at the end of the day, he has her whole heart. He knows it.

Richie and Ivy walk silently down the street, Ivy shivering and dripping wet.

"I can't wait to go home and take a shower," she mutters.

"Can I join?" Richie smirks. Ivy rolls her eyes.

"No. Not tonight."

"Wait, so maybe some other night?!" Richie questions excitedly. Ivy laughs and shrugs.

"Maybe."

Richie swings their hands back and forth.

"Okay well, I still have to give you your present. It's at your house already. I was gonna give it to you earlier on, but then, you know– you got kidnapped by a psycho clown."

Ivy laughs a little and nods.

After about 20 minutes of walking, they finally make it to the girl's house.

As they climb into her room, she looks around curiously. She's sees nothing new, but her eyes drift to the picture frame on her desk. A picture of her and Novocane. She smiles lightly and walks towards it, squeezing the collar sat beside it lightly.

Richie climbs in after her, looking around confusedly.

"So, wears the present?" Ivy asks, turning away from the picture frame.

"Uh...." Richie's eyes scan the entire room, "he was just here—"

A small whine comes from the closet. Ivy tenses up.

"What was that?" She questions quietly. Richie grins widely, walking to the closet and opening it up. When he steps away from the closet he is holding a boxer puppy in his arms. One that looks very similar to Novocane— only a boy.

Ivy gasps.

She looks between Richie and the puppy a few times before bursting into tears. Happily, she rushes towards the boy and the puppy. Her hands swiftly take the dog into her own arms and hug him to her chest.

"Hello, my love..." she whispers, the puppy practically swoons over the girl. Probably more in love with her than Richie is.

Richie watches Ivy with happy eyes.

"Surprise?" He chuckles.

Ivy sets the dog on the ground, and glances back up to him.

She tackles Richie back onto the bed, smothering him with kisses. With laughs, he returns most of her kisses, unable to keep up with the speed of her lips.

"I love you so much." She whispers between kisses. "–and I love him so much."

The boxer puppy makes himself at home in Novocane's old bed.

"I love you, too." Richie smiles, "what're you gonna name him?"

Ivy thinks for a little.

"I think I'll name him.....Rivy?"

Richie furrows his eyebrows a little.

"Like...Richie and Ivy put together?" He questions.

"Yeah." She nods. Richie grins and nods back.

"I like it!"

They share a smile before he rolls over onto her and plants a kiss against her lips. She kisses back with deep passion. Their tongues roll against each other and he can't help but moan at how wonderful it feels to back with her.

Ivy grins deviously before pulling back and planting kisses down the boy's neck. She sucks at a certain spot relentlessly, causing the boy to gasp in surprise.

"Jesus—," Richie breathes heavily, "I really think you sh-should stop doing that, or else—"

His eyes widen. It's too late.

Ivy grins.

"I think I might be able to help you out with that." She offers.

"Really?"

"Yes."