Chapter Fourteen:
"Wouldn't You Like To Know?"
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The sound of aggressive and quick knocking on Jack's door brought him out of his trance on the TV. A loud groan left his lips as he pushed himself off of the couch and trudged over to the door.

He moved the curtains out of the way and peered out the window. A loud groan slipped past his pink lips. "Fucking shit."

Jack pulled open the door and crossed his arms. He rose an eyebrow, waiting for them to say something.

"Can I help you?" Jack leaned against the door, his voice filled with irritation. This is not how he wanted to be spending his Saturday morning. Surrounded by idiots who all saw him kiss Eddie, and probably hated him for it. Except for Stan.

He'd rather spend it numbing his brain by watching endless amounts of gameshows with his mom, waiting for the sun to set and for her to go off to work. Then, Jack would stare at the clock, the constant ticking driving him to the bring of complete insanity, as he waited for midnight to hit.

He'd run off towards Eddie's house, his heart racing and adrenaline pumping through his veins as he knocked on Eddie's window, craving his lips on his.

The happiness he felt when he was with Eddie was unlike anything he'd ever felt in his entire life.

Eddie made him feel like he could do absolutely anything, go anywhere. He loved that feeling.

He craved that feeling. The feeling Eddie gave him was far better than the feeling he got when he smoked weed. Being high was complete dog shit compared to how Eddie made him feel.

"I'm waiting." Jack scoffed, "You guys look like you saw a fucking ghost."

The five boys exchanged awkward glances at each other. A sense of dread washed over Jack as he noticed their fearful expressions. "What? What's wrong? Where's Eddie?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Richie scoffed, rolling his eyes and leaning forward on his bike handle.

"Yeah, I would. That's why I fuckin' asked, dipshit." Jack rolled his eyes. "Just tell me what the fuck is going on or go home."

Bill inhaled sharply, straightening his back. "I-It got her.. It got B-Be-Beverly."

Jack's face fell as he pushed himself off of the doorway. "What?"

"What are you? Deaf?"

"Shut the fuck up, Richie. Beverly's missing! This isn't the fucking time." Jack snapped, leaning over the side of the door and picking up his shoes. "Let's go fucking get her."

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Relief washed over Jack the moment he saw Eddie and he knew that he was okay.

Eddie saw Jack as they met up with him before biking to Neibolt. The moment Eddie's eyes laid on Jack his mind transferred him back to the night they had their second first kiss.

Eddie's heart raced as he stopped the bike in front of Neibolt. He knew it was because of Jack, but he would definitely blame it on the situation instead of his Romeo.

His Romeo. Eddie liked the sound of that. His. Eddie really, really liked the sound of that.

Jack's heart raced as he stared up at the decrepit house. Shakily, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out the small orange bottle. Richie scoffed as he watched Jack tilt his head and swallow the pills.

In all honesty, Jack wasn't even sure any of this was real. Every day felt more and more fake. With Eddie, his life felt too good to be true. Even with that stupid clown that he wanted to hurt so badly.

Jack was convinced he was completely and utterly insane. Off the wall, one could say. There was absolutely no way any of this was real.

An older than time itself child eating clown, friends that actually cared for him and his well being, and a boy who like liked him. It all sounded like an insane daydream to him. It couldn't possibly be real.. Eddie couldn't possibly be real.

A hand gripping Jack's brought him out of  his own mind. The blond boy looked over at the source, swallowing thickly when Eddie smiled nervously back at him. "You okay?"

It was real.

"Peachy." Jack grinned, "We're about to go into this crazy fuckin' clown's house.. What else could I be?"

"I don't wanna do this." Eddie stammered out, fear flooding his body as he subconsciously leaned closer into Jack.

"Neither do I." Jack huffed, looking at his tattered shoelaces. "Ready?"

"Ready."

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{ A/n: i wanna make a stanley barber fic and i wanna make a syd fic and i might cry }

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