(Eddie says this with a bit of a dramatic sigh, looking up at Bev as if she were the ideal height. She might as well be. Dream small, Eddie Kaspbrak. Dream small.)
Really? We can do that?
(He has no idea why that hadn't occurred to him. He was so used to his mom that the idea of decorating the house how he wanted it....How they wanted it? That was...Exhilarating, honestly.)
We can decorate it however we want. (That was. Empowering, he thinks the word, not for the first time in his life but once again, he thought it in conjunction with his friends. He nods and digs said weird bracelet TV. His was currently flat.) Yeah I played around on it a little. It's kind of cool. I don't get how it bends like that though.
(He reaches out to tap Bev's own wrist phone, frowning.) It feels like normal metal. But...I don't know. It's bizzaro.
Maybe. (Her optimism made him feel a little better though. At least he did know that girls seemed to grow a lot faster than boys. But Eddie was definitely on the slow side, and he sulkily wondered how much his momma had to do with it.
The reality of no parents and what that means sinks in fully, and Eddie grins broadly at her.)
Well hot shit then. It's too bad that-- that um. (His gray eyes go a little dark, and he struggles. Shit. What the hell was his name....They just spent an entire summer together...Hadn't they?)
He- he's real good with building stuff. What the hell is his name- (Fat....He was real fat. He stares hard at Bev, like her face might hold the answer. In a way, it did, because the only other Big Fact about that kid was--)
Ben! Ben....I can't believe I just forgot his name. Jesus.
[Beverly's brow furrows as Eddie stares at her. She knew who he was talking about- vaguely. She thought she knew, but the more she concentrated, the more worried she got.
Things from Summer were already fuzzy.]
Ben! [She smiled at the memory. She'd kept his postcard, and to her surprise it had been here when she woke up. Ben. That's who wrote it. Who was good at building things.]
Yeah- I wish everyone were here. [How many had it been?]
Ben. (He says again, the name feeling steadier on his tongue this time around. Ben...Something. Hancock? No. He supposed the last name didn't matter too much.
He grins again when she says that much.)
I do too. Bill and...(And...Steady dark eyes. Hands that always grabbed him and pulled him away from danger or pulled at his face and called him--) Richie.
(For a moment, Eddie had to absently touch his chest, frowning. How on earth could he forget Richie? Or Bill? Even for a second?)
There was also uh...
(Christ. Who else had been there? Eddie quirks his mouth to the side. He doesn't know the name, but some small little something occurs to him. He raises his hands to his mouth but then realizes with his cast, he can't do it. Can't do the call. His hands hover awkwardly.)
Birds? He liked birds right. What the hell. He was like...I can see him. Kind of.
[Beverly nods with each name mentioned, repeating it softly. It hadn't been long since she'd left Derry. How could she be forgetting all of this? They'd been together all summer, gone through things she didn't think she could ever forget.
And yet...]
There were others- Richie, Ben, you, me, Bill-- [She doesn't like this. No way, no how. She bites down on her lower lip, wracking her brain.] Stan.
Someone else, too. I think he was... [He was soft and warm.] Black?
(Eddie hadn't left Derry at all. Not until Deerington, anyway. It had been just....just yesterday, hadn't it? Since he had seen all of them. He bobs his head along with every name she says too, like each nod would help clear the fog from his head.)
Stan. Christ! How could I forget- (Stan had been one of his best buds forever. Someone else though.
Bev was right. Soft, warm. Kind. Kinder than any of them, maybe even, and someone who probably suffered all kinds of shit they couldn't begin to understand.)
Mike. (The name falls from his mouth with a soft whisper. His eyes were beginning to sting again.)
How the hell could we forget them, Bev? (There was a crackle of fear in his voice. That wasn't normal, was it? Was it because of this town?)
Stan. [She repeats the name firmly, adding it to her list: Stan, Bill, Ben, Eddie, Richie.] Mike.
[She pushes her hair out of her eyes, taking a seat on what was going to be her bed.] Fuck- I don't know. I could never forget any of it, no matter how much I tried, but... [She shakes her head.]
We'll just have to remind ourselves if we start to forget: Stan, Bill, Ben, Eddie, Richie, Mike.
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Date: 2018-05-14 07:42 pm (UTC)(Eddie says this with a bit of a dramatic sigh, looking up at Bev as if she were the ideal height. She might as well be. Dream small, Eddie Kaspbrak. Dream small.)
Really? We can do that?
(He has no idea why that hadn't occurred to him. He was so used to his mom that the idea of decorating the house how he wanted it....How they wanted it? That was...Exhilarating, honestly.)
We can decorate it however we want. (That was. Empowering, he thinks the word, not for the first time in his life but once again, he thought it in conjunction with his friends. He nods and digs said weird bracelet TV. His was currently flat.) Yeah I played around on it a little. It's kind of cool. I don't get how it bends like that though.
(He reaches out to tap Bev's own wrist phone, frowning.) It feels like normal metal. But...I don't know. It's bizzaro.
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Date: 2018-05-15 02:32 pm (UTC)I don't see why not. No parents. [She grins as they walk up the stairs.]
Really bizarro. I think I like it, though.
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Date: 2018-05-15 07:12 pm (UTC)The reality of no parents and what that means sinks in fully, and Eddie grins broadly at her.)
Well hot shit then. It's too bad that-- that um. (His gray eyes go a little dark, and he struggles. Shit. What the hell was his name....They just spent an entire summer together...Hadn't they?)
He- he's real good with building stuff. What the hell is his name- (Fat....He was real fat. He stares hard at Bev, like her face might hold the answer. In a way, it did, because the only other Big Fact about that kid was--)
Ben! Ben....I can't believe I just forgot his name. Jesus.
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Date: 2018-05-17 02:22 am (UTC)Things from Summer were already fuzzy.]
Ben! [She smiled at the memory. She'd kept his postcard, and to her surprise it had been here when she woke up. Ben. That's who wrote it. Who was good at building things.]
Yeah- I wish everyone were here. [How many had it been?]
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Date: 2018-05-17 08:24 am (UTC)He grins again when she says that much.)
I do too. Bill and...(And...Steady dark eyes. Hands that always grabbed him and pulled him away from danger or pulled at his face and called him--) Richie.
(For a moment, Eddie had to absently touch his chest, frowning. How on earth could he forget Richie? Or Bill? Even for a second?)
There was also uh...
(Christ. Who else had been there? Eddie quirks his mouth to the side. He doesn't know the name, but some small little something occurs to him. He raises his hands to his mouth but then realizes with his cast, he can't do it. Can't do the call. His hands hover awkwardly.)
Birds? He liked birds right. What the hell. He was like...I can see him. Kind of.
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Date: 2018-05-18 04:12 am (UTC)And yet...]
There were others- Richie, Ben, you, me, Bill-- [She doesn't like this. No way, no how. She bites down on her lower lip, wracking her brain.] Stan.
Someone else, too. I think he was... [He was soft and warm.] Black?
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Date: 2018-05-18 07:53 am (UTC)Stan. Christ! How could I forget- (Stan had been one of his best buds forever. Someone else though.
Bev was right. Soft, warm. Kind. Kinder than any of them, maybe even, and someone who probably suffered all kinds of shit they couldn't begin to understand.)
Mike. (The name falls from his mouth with a soft whisper. His eyes were beginning to sting again.)
How the hell could we forget them, Bev? (There was a crackle of fear in his voice. That wasn't normal, was it? Was it because of this town?)
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Date: 2018-05-20 12:53 am (UTC)[She pushes her hair out of her eyes, taking a seat on what was going to be her bed.] Fuck- I don't know. I could never forget any of it, no matter how much I tried, but... [She shakes her head.]
We'll just have to remind ourselves if we start to forget: Stan, Bill, Ben, Eddie, Richie, Mike.