Chapter Seven:
"I Should've Skipped School, What The Hell Is This?"
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"This is freaky as hell, ya'll. I'm tellin' you, I better get a damn A on that project." Felicity grumbled, walking up the steps beside Stan.

Stan jokingly rolled his eyes from beside her, he nudged her before speaking, "With your talent? We're definitely getting an A."

Felicity blushed as she followed him into Ben's room. "O-Oh, well, thanks.. Stan.."

Her blue eyes looked around the room, counting each of the newspaper articles that lined the walls. In total, Felicity counted sixty-five.. no, no.. sixty-seven.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Felicity leaned on Stan's shoulder to look at the artifacts on the table. Her hand rested on his shoulder as she stood on her tippy toes to peer over him.

"Old guys fuckin' pho- Woah.." Richie's voice interrupted her peace.. again. "What the fuck?"

"Cool, huh?" Ben spoke up from the corner, trying to catch his breath. Felicity noted that he ran up here pretty fast, she wondered why.

Maybe he's a serial killer..

"No, no.. Nothing cool. There's nothing cool." Richie pushed up his glasses as he looked around the room.

"That's mean." Felicity turned to look at him, her hand never leaving Stan's shoulder.

"You're mean." Richie pointed at her.

"You're meaner."

"You're meanest."

"Jesus, shut up, Richie!" Stan grunted, standing straight up, causing Felicity's hand to fall from his shoulder.

Richie rolled his eyes before looking at the wall again, "Oh! This is cool! Wait, oh, no.. no it's not."

Felicity rolled her eyes, but walked up and stood next to him, Stan following right behind her.

She briefly scanned the headlines of the newspaper cut outs, not really retaining any of it.

"What's that?" Stan asked from next to her, pointing at a piece of paper.

"Huh.." Ninety-one missing? Kind of weird..

"Oh! That's the charter for Derry's town ship." Ben explained, briefly reading the article.

"Nerd alert." Richie joked, pushing up his glasses.

"No.. it's really cool, actually." Ben defended, shrugging.

"I'm sure it is, Ben." Felicity smiled gently at him, nodding her head.

"Derry started as a beaver trapping town." Ben explained briefly, looking in between the boys and Felicity.

"Still is, am I right boys? Stan?" He raised his hand for a highfive, "Oh, come on, Stan, not even yo-"

"That's so disrespectful, Richie. It's gross." Felicity crossed her arms and glared at the boy. "Women aren't objects."

"No, Eddie's mom's vagina is gross."

"You're the one who always talks about fucking her. That's gross." Felicity rose a brow, daring him to continue.

Eddie let out a loud laugh from beside her, covering it up with a cough.

Richie thought for a moment, "That's fair."

"Uh, righ, anyways.. ninety-one people signed the charter that made Derry.. but later that winter they all disappeared." Ben continued, ignoring Felicity and Richie's conversation.

"The entire camp?" Eddie looked concerned, and frankly, so was Felicity.

"Not one of them was found?"

Ben nodded in confirmation, "Yeah.. none of them were found. There were rumors of Indians.. but no sign of an attack."

"What if it was a sickness or something?" Felicity asked, tilting her head. "That would've killed 'em all, right?"

"Everyone just thought it was a plague or something.. but that was debunked." Ben replied, "so.."

"Why? It makes sense."

"There were no bodies."

"Oh okay.. I guess.."

"But, it's like, one day.. everybody just woke up and left. The only clue was a trail of bloody clothes leading to the wellhouse."

Felicity's mouth dropped, "I should've skipped school, what the hell is this?" Felicity shook her head, "Ya'll are gettin' me into some real freaky shit here."

"We can get into some freaky shit if you know what I mean." Richie nudged her with a wink.

"No, you can, and you will not." Stan glared at the loudmouthed boy. "Ever."

"Sheesh, jealous much?" Richie poofed out his cheeks as he swung his arms back and forth. "Right, Eddie?"

Eddie slowly shook his head, "No, Richie.. Just-Just.. no."

"Well, uh, anways we could get on Derry Unsolved mysteries!"

"That's dumb. They were probably murdered." Stan commented, shaking his head.

"Maybe he just wanted to have some friends, Stanley." Richie poked him in the chest, "Ever thought of that?"

"That just might be the dumbest thing I've heard in a while. Bless your little heart." Felicity raised her hand to her chest, giving a teasing wink to Stan.

"Thanks, Fe- Wait a minute."

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"So, mine or yours?" Stan asked, looking over at the blonde southern girl.

"Wherever we won't get caught." Felicity winked, causing Stan's face to redden and his eyes to roll. "But we can do yours? You didn't bring your camera did you?"

Stan shook his head, "Well, no, but-"

"Your house it is!" Felicity exclaimed, raising one hand into the air.

Stan couldn't help but smile at her, shaking his head slightly.

"You're pretty." He blurted, his eyed widening when she turned to look at him, her cheeks a deep red color.

"Oh, uh, thank-thanks, Stan." Felicity smiled gently at him. "You're, um, pretty yourself. Pretty handsome, I mean-"

Stan lightly smirked to himself, "Thank you, Fel."

Silence over took them briefly before Felicity spoke up again after they parked their bikes at his house. "Hey, uh, thanks again. You know, for today. It really meant a lot."

"What part?" Stan teasingly flirted. "Chicken fight or-"

"When you held my hand because I was scared to jump.." Felicity explained briefly, following him inside his house.

Stan smiled gently at her, "It wasn't a problem, Fel. My room's the second one on the right."

Felicity nodded, her hand gripping the stairwell as she walked up the staircase.

"This is a real nice house, Stanley the manley.." Her hand brushed the white wall paint as she pushed open the door to Stan's room.

"Woah, this is cool.." Felicity spun around as she looked.

The walls of his room were painted a deep blue and pictures, drawings, and anything else to do with birds were taped to the walls.

"So, birds, huh?"

Stan reddened, "Uh, yeah, I know it's weir-"

"No, no, no, no! It's cut- Cool! I mean cool. It's cool."

Stan chuckled, "Thanks, Fel. Wanna get started?"

"Yeah, let's, uh, let's do that."

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{ Edited: Kind of sorta but not really }