Chapter Two:
"They're Caffeine Pills, Dipshit!"
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Jack stepped into the pharmacy and began walking over to the counter where Mr. Keene sat.

"I need my pills." Jack said, smacking the small piece of prescription paper onto the counter, startling the man awake. "Now."

"That's not very polite, young man." Mr. Keene spoke, crossing his arms and glaring down at the blond boy.

"Get me my fucking pills. Please." Jack crossed his arms, his please being obviously sarcastic.

The older man rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless. The blue eyed boy leaned his elbow on the counter and dropped his chin into his palm.

Loud commotion brought him from his daydream. Jack yawned and turned around.

"Oh, lovely." He groaned, rolling his eyes.

He watched in silence as rhe group disastrously began pulling items off of the shelves. "Oh, oh.. oh, dear."

Jack turned back around, roughly taking the bottle from the man's hands and shoving it into his pocket.

He tussled his blond hair before walking up to the three boys, and Beverly, who had just appeared.

"Nothing! What's wrong with you."

"None of your business!"

"Well, I'm making it my business." Jack interrupted, causing one of the boys to let out a loud scream, turn around, and throw a box of bandaids at him.

"Ow! What the fuck?" Jack winced, covering his eye.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The boy dropped the medical supplies in his hand and practically ripped Jack's hand from his face. "Oh, shit!"

"Dude, I'm fine." Jack gruntedy, squinting his left eye shut to help ease the pain. The one with curly hair rolled his eyes.

"You could get a bacterial infection from-from-from-"

"From, from, from what?" Jack pulled his arm out of the smaller one's grasp. "You got enough money to pay for all of this shit? And, uh, what's it for?"

"There's a kid outside. Looks dead."

"No.." Bill piped up, "W-We only have like t-t-th-thre-three dollars.. s-so.."

Beverly smirked, "I can help."

Jack nodded, "And I can help with the dead kid."

"He-He's not d-d-de-dead!"

"Not yet he's not." Jack hummed, briefly brushing his fingers against the orange bottle in his pocket. "But he will be."

Eddie chuckled, clearing his throat as Bill gave him a look.

"Anyways!" Eddie interrupted quickly, leaning down to pick up the boxes.

Jack watched as the small boy scrambled to pick up the medical supplies.

Jack rolled his eyes and leaned down to hand him the supplies.

Eddie didn't realize this, though, as he was too caught up in his own world, and he reached for the same box as Jack.

When their fingers brushed, Jack's heart skipped a beat.

Jack chose to disregard this, though. Refusing to let his thoughts be overtaken by the hypochondriac.

"Here you go, shortstack." Jack joked, earning an eye roll from Stan.

"Sh-Short stack? Excuse me?" Eddie jutted his finger towards the blue eyed boy, "I am not short!"

Jack laughed, "I'm like.. five inches taller than you."

"You're a little short." Stan agreed, raising his hand to make a small hand gesture.

"Ju-Just a b-b-bi-bit." Bill nodded, tilting his head to the side.

"You guys fucking suck." Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes. "Just you wait, one day, I'll be taller than all of you!"

"Just keep dreaming, shortstack." Jack winked, causing Eddie to quickly look away with a huff.

"Whatever! Can we just help the dead kid?" Jack threw his arms in the air, keeping his grip on the box Eddie handed him.

Beverly pushed past the four boys and walked over to Mr. Keene.

Jack gagged as he flirted with her, feeling disgusted that he did that to girls of any age.

Jack hated men like that.

When the redhead girl turned her head to look at them, signalling that they should leave.

Jack quickly bolted out of the store, followed by Eddie, Bill, and finally Stan.

"Ah, fuck! What the hell is the druggie doin' here?" Richie scoffed, pointing to Jack.

"They're caffeine pills, dipshit!"

"Pills are still drugs, dumbass. Are they frying your brain or some shit?"

"Fuck you, four eyes!" Jack groaned, flipping him off.

"You wish you fucking could." Richie glared.

"That's fucking gay." Jack hissed, handing the box to

"You're fucking gay." Richie threw a roll of bandages at him.

"Shut the fuck up, dickwad." Jack scoffed, smacking the bandages away before it could hit him.

Ben looked between them, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Can you guys maybe not? I'm trying to work here." Eddie rolled his eyes.

Richie turned his attention from Jack to Eddie, only to make fun of the smaller boy.

"Suck the wound!"

Jack rolled his eyes, "That's disgusting."

"You're disgusting." Richie bit back.

Eddie rolled his eyes again, "Can you both shut the fuck up? I'm trying to work here."

"Just block this asshole out." Jack shrugged, "I do all the time."

"Fuck you!"

"Did you guys hear something?" Jack said, blatantly ignoring Richie's anger.

Stan laughed loudly, "Holy shit. You're funny."

Richie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You guys suck."

Thankfully, before the conversation could turn into another arguement, Beverly appeared.

"Are you okay? That looks like it hurts." She said concerned.

"I'll be fine.. I just fell."

"Yeah! Right into Henry Bowers!"

"Shut the fuck up, dickhead." Jack hissed, reaching over and smacking the boy on the back of the head.

"Sh-Shut up, Ri-Ri-Richie." Bill agreed.

"Why? It's the truth!" He defended himself.

"Are you sure they got the right stuff? To fix you up?" Beverly smiled, tilting her head to the side.

"W-We'll take care of him. Don't wo-worry." Bill smiled at her, his face reddening. "Al-Also we're going to the q-q-qu-quarry tomorrow.. if you wanna g-g-go."

"Yeah, we got this, don't worry about it, pretty lady." Jack joked, leaning over and patting her on the shoulder.

Beverly rolled her eyes jokingly, "Oh, whatever! See you around."

Jack waved to her as she left.

"You can come too, Jack." Eddie spoke up, "If you want to."

Richie scoffed loudly, but decided not to comment on it this time.

"Cool, see you there, shortstack."

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{ A/n: was the jichie arguing scene fueled purely by me laughing at a shitpost for five minutes straight? that's a secret ill never tell. you know you love me, xoxo- dumb bitch also am i big time considering making this a Richie fic bc im a slut for enemies to lovers? yes. will i? probably not. }

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