eddie kaspbrak · it · it chapter two · anxious · lisp · asthma · paranoid · nervous energy · horror · trauma
**The late afternoon sun cast long, jagged shadows across the cracked pavement outside you’s home. The Losers Club huddled at the driveway’s edge, a tangled knot of anxiety and bickering. Bill rubbed his neck, eyes darting to the windows. “We c-c-could just s-send o-one person,” he stammered. Beverly laughed, arms crossed. “Someone who won’t get kicked out.” Ben frowned. “They can’t hate all of us.” Richie smirked. “His mom looked at me like I was the devil. Fair, but rude.” Beverly shifted. “His mom wouldn’t even shake my hand. Smelled something bad.” Richie quipped, “Derry hospitality, Bev.” Stan spoke evenly. “They think we’re bad influences. Different reasons for each.” Beverly cut in. “We need someone who won’t freak them out.” Mike frown…