Chapter Eight:
"The Dirtiest Bathroom Known To Man."
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"And she didn't say anything else? Like, nothing at all?" Richie asked as he rode around the losers.

"No, Richie. Bill already said she didn't, so obviously she didn't." Heather rolled her eyes, "Seriously. All you gotta do is listen."

"Rude." Richie shook his head in annoyance.

"Oh, I'll show you rude, Tozier." Heather sneered sarcastically.

"That won't be necessary.."

Bill nodded in agreement, "Yea-Ye-Yeah, all she s-sa-said was that she had a p-pr-pro-problem and needed our h-he-hel-help."

Heather smiled briefly to herself at the boy's voice. To be frank, she thought his stutter was adorable. Not that she would say that out loud.

Especially how he would stutter just a little bit more around her.

She thought it was adorable how nervous he got. He would always bite his lip and look away to avoid her gaze.

"If she needs help fishing out a tampon, I'm out." Richie gagged. "But I'll watch Heather do it. Maybe it'd turn into some hot lesbian se-"

"Fuck off." Heather flipped him off.

"Noted." Richie nodded to himself, "Noted.. fucking off.."

"Oh! I hope she doesn't take us to her bathroom. You know, most diseases spread from the bathroom.. Fifty four percent, actu-" Eddie began to ramble as nervousness flooded his body.

"Eddie," Heather interrupted with a sigh, "We have like, what? Maybe a one in a million chance of getting any kinda disease."

"Th-Tha-That's her p-p-place." Bill raised his hand and pointed at an older building.

Heather turned her bike handles, turning left into Beverly's lawn.

Beverly's head popped up over the railing before disappearing. Seconds later, she appeared at the bottom of the staircase.

"Yeesh, these stairs must be a bitch during the winter, huh?" Heather commented, nudging Bill with her elbow. "Y'know.. with all.. the ice and stuff."

Beverly nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it is. But, can you guys come up? I got something to show you.."

"More than we saw at the quarry?" Richie smirked, pushing up his glasses.

"Shut up, Richie! Ju-Just.. shut up!" Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Jesus, Richie. You need Him." Heather shoved him gently.

"Can you guys.. just come up?" Beverly pointed up her stairs, worry clear in her tone "Please?"

"Wh-What's wr-wrong?" Bill asked, a concerned expression written across his pretty face.

"It's better if I show you.. But my dad'll kill me if he finds out I had.. boys.. in the apartment." She spoke slowly, her eyes trailing to Heather briefly. "So.."

"We'll just leave a lookout." Heather suggested, walking up and standing next to Beverly.

"St-St-Stay here, Ri-Ri-Richie." Bill spoke, pointing at him and following Heather onto the stairs.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, what if her dad comes back?" Richie panicked, raising his hands.

Heather looked down at him from the railing by Beverly's front door. "Figure it out!"

"Then you do what you always do.. start talking!" Stan snapped back, causing Heather to let out a loud laugh that she didn't bother to hide.

"It is a gift!" He called back before seating himself on his bike again.

Beverly opened the door first, entering her smaller apartment and led them to a dark hallway.

"It's down there." she pointed to a door at the end of her hallway.

"Ah, shit.." Heather shook her head. "I think I know what that is.. If there's shit on the wal-"

"Are you taking us to your bathroom? Because if you are, then I just want you to know that eighty three percent of health accidents happen in bathrooms. You know why? Well! Let me tell you-" Eddie rambled, taking a deep breath before continuing, "It's because that's where all the bacteria grows.. And, and, and, and-"

Eddie interrupted himself with a gag after Bill slowly pushed open the door.

"Oh, sh-" Heather gagged as well, turning her head away from the blood soaked room. "I-I can't. That's so gross!"

"Wh-What happened?" Bill asked, glancing around the room.

"It looks like.. a murder scene!" Heather shook her head in order to shake off the nausea.

"You can see it? I-I.. my dad couldn't. I thought I'd gone crazy." Beverly explained, smiling in relief.

"If you're crazy, then we're all crazy."

Bill nodded in agreement, "But w-we can't l-l-le-leave it like th-this."

"Where's your cleaning stuff?" Heather asked, "We need to clean this."

Beverly pointed down the hallway, "It's in the closet."

"Cool. Come on, Bill." Heather nodded down the hallway. He swallowed thickly before following her down the creaky hallway.

She opened the door and leaned over to pick up the bucket of cleaning supplies. Bill gulped, trying to make his eyes look anywhere but her.

Heather stood and spun around to hand him the stuff, a smirk playing against her red tinted lips.

"Th-Tha-Thanks, H-Hez." Bill smiled softly at her and taking the bucket from her hands.

Heather nodded, picking up the second bucket and walking back into the bathroom.

"Finally! I almost passed out!" Eddie cried, grabbing the sponge from Heather's bucket.

Ben and Beverly took the sponges from Bill's bucket and Stan grabbed one from Hearher's.

Heather set the bucket down and wet her sponge down. Then she began to clean the walls.

With each loser cleaning a part of the bathroom, it was spotless within two hours.

She and Ben left to get some towles to dry the room.

"Y'know, I think Bill has a bit of a crush on you." Ben joked, as Heather took the towels from the top shelf.

Heather's cheeks pinkened, "I don't think so."

Ben pursed his lips and gave her a look. "No, no.. I really think he does."

"Whatever floats your boat, Benny boy." She patted him on the head before walking towards the bathroom again.

She heard laughter when she arrived. Bill's laughter. Heather couldn't help but smile to herself at the sound. She liked his laugh.

When she peeked in the bathroom she saw Beverly touching his shoulder and smiling at him.

Heather's smile fell as she watched his eyes trail her face. She pursed her lips and looked towards Ben.

"See? Told you so.." Heather smiled sarcastically at him, rolling her eyes, and jutting her thumb towards the pair. She spoke softly, as not to alert them.

Ben furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at them and then to her. "Oh.. well, I-I still think he likes you."

Heather shook her head, "Yeah, I don't think so."

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"No, yeah, I love being your personal doorman!" Richie scoffed as he biked around the group of walking losers, "Really, could you losers have taken any longer?"

"Shut up, Richie!" Eddie shouted, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, shut up, Richie!" Stan agreed.

"Y-Yo-You okay?" Bill asked Heather, "You-You've been kind of q-qu-quiet."

"Oh, yeah, Yeah, I'm fine." Heather smiled at him, "Don't worry about me, shortie."

By now, Heather had gotten over her feelings of annoyance. She didn't like to feel that way for too long.

Bill's face turned a light shade of red as he smiled to himself, looking away from the fearless girl.

"Oh, I get it! Trash the trashmouth.. Hey! I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom, imagining it went all Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween."

"Shut up!"

"Sh-She didn't im-imagine it.. I saw it t-to-too." Bill nodded towards Heather.

"We all did." Heather finished for him.

"Wait, you saw blood too?" Stan asked, "When?"

"No-Not blood.. Ge-Geor-Georgie." Bill explained quietly. "But not really hi-him.. There was this.. this.. this-"

"A clown." Eddie interrupted, "Yeah, I saw it, too."

"Me too.." Heather muttered, earning a concerned look from Bill. A shiver ran down Heather's spine as she looked around at her friends.

"Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seein' this shit?" Richie spoke loudly, lightening the mood slightly.

"Oh, shit! That's Belch Huggin's car. Gu-Guys, we should go." Eddie explained frantically.

"Wait, isn't that the homeschooled kid's bike?" Beverly pointed to the bike near Belch Huggins car. "We have to help him."

"We do?" Richie asked.

"Yes!" Heather groaned, "Mike's nice."

Mike used to deliver ham to her and her family before her parents stopped ordering it. They used to be friends, and Heather still greets him everytime they cross paths.

"Ugh.. fine." Richie groaned, "I'm so gonna regret this."

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{ Word Count: 1446 }

{ A/n: brought to you by me only having like 11 chapters left before IT 1 is finished-- also did I write this entire scene from memory?? yes, i did }

{ Edited: No }