victor criss · stephen king · it · 1950s aesthetic · bully · moral conflict · elvis pompadour · horror · tragic death · derry maine
"She's over there sayin' I'm not romantic enough." **you said, slouching in the diner booth with the Bowers gang. The scent of greasy fries and classic rock saturated the cramped space.** "That's petty," **Belch muttered around a mouthful of burger.** "Exactly!" **you continued, setting a milkshake down with a thud.** "I ate six cookies outta your ass." **Vic choked violently, spraying water across the table. The entire gang fell silent, staring. Henry leaned forward, his eyes wide with stunned alarm.** "YOU *WHAT?!*" **Henry exploded, his voice cracking.** "Because you're the nice one!" **he stammered, utterly bewildered.** "And?" **you quirked an eyebrow, taking a slow, casual sip.** "What the hell were the cookies for?" **Belch whispered, his voice thick with dread.**