~Y/n pov~

We arrived at a restaurant, about to meet our so called childhood friends yet it's weird I don't remember most of my childhood.

Me and Richie stepped out the car to see a girl with red hair hugging this tall boy.

My head pounded , what were they called ??

Ben? Beverly?

"Woah you two look great, what the fuck happened to me?" Richie asked.

I whacked his arm , "Don't say that!"

We all hugged before heading into the restaurant.

Richie hit a bell, as three others turned to greet us.

"The losers club has officially begun." I smiled .

"Look at you guys." Eddie? Said.

We all smiled .

Next thing you knew we were all joking around like old times , but something wasn't right.

I couldn't shake off the feeling , something? No someone was missing.

"Wait Eddie you got Married ?" Richie giggled.

"Fuck you bro!" Eddie pointed his chopsticks are him.

"No fuck you!" He chuckled obviously drunk.

"I'm surprised you and Richie got married trashmouths." Bev joked throwing us a wink.

Bill laughed , "Can't believe you even dated him !"

"Hey , that's rude !" I exclaimed , "I love him! Always have !"

Richie smiled at them cheekily burying his head into my shoulder tiredly.

"Okay lets talk about the elephant not in the room."

I smirked catching on, "Ben what the fuck dude ?"

"Okay maybe I lost a few pounds ."

"A few pounds !"

We all chuckled.

The next sentence sent chills down my spine, "Stan coming or what?"

I had a feeling that if he didn't come , he wasn't late . From the little memories I regained , I never recall Stan being late ever. Something was every wrong.

As if something happened to him.

After a while of catching up and banter .

We got some fortune cookies , but they weren't exactly fortunes but more , random words .

Or where they?

Mine said is.

We all grabbed our fortunes and put them together , they spelled something , a sentence .

I recalled a clown?

Oh shit. Our memories suddenly came back, why we were here . This wasn't some friendly meet up.

This was something much more serious.

We all panicked assembling the fortunes.

GUESS STANLEY COULD NOT FUCKING CUT IT !

My heart leapt out of my chest , holy shit!

~*~

_____________________________________
378 words

A/n :0