“Don’t you see the red light?” Bill shook his head and thumped his hand on the side of the bulky camera. There was a few seconds of frizzling sounds before it beeped awake. He looked through the viewfinder and was able to get a slightly foggy vision of their classroom, he moved slightly and it zoomed right in on Richie’s gigantic glasses.
“Get my good side Bill!” Richie chuckled as Bill tried to figure out how to zoom out.
“You don’t have one!” Came Stans voice from his desk to the right. Bill followed the sound and focused directly on him. Stan was sitting at his desk with folded hands over his color coded binder. He avoided looking at the camera entirely. Bill looked down at the blinking year in the corner and smiled.
“Where d-do you think you’ll be in t-ten years, Stan?” Bill asked the one question he’d been assigned to ask his senior class. Though he knew he would end up without much footage of anyone else besides the losers club.
“Hopefully I won’t know Richie anymore.” Stan joked and Richie objected loudly from his desk. Bill zoomed in on Stan writing his name in the corner of his paper, writing the date of their last day of high school. “I don’t know…a teacher maybe?” He shrugged. The bell rang momentarily and Bill moved to get some shots of the approaching senior class. Their teacher hopping directly out of shot.
“A-and there s-s-she is, finally.” Bill teased and moved the camera onto Beverly, five minutes late. She curtsyed and gave him the finger. She narrowed her eyes at the camera and inspected it.
“What’s with the camera?” She crossed her arms.
“He’s filming the last day of high school cause he’s a dork!” Richie shouted once again from his desk and Bill got a beautiful shot of Beverly throwing her head back in laughter. She glanced back at the camera from over her shoulder.
“W-where ya gonna be in ten years, B-Bev?”
She tapped her chin in thought and licked her lips. “Well I’d like to be in art…Y'know drawings good.” She shrugged, a little awkwardly. And Bill took the opportunity to zoom in on her. She glared at the sound and pushed him away. The screen going black. The last thing heard was a teasing “Fuck off Bill”
The fuzziness focuses to the setting of the lunch room, Bill twirls the camera around to spy on fellow students before he heard a voice call to him “Get footage of the cutest couple in the school!” so Bill turned back and adjusted the camera to capture Mike giving him the thumbs up as he leaned in front of Richie who had his arm slung over Eddie, dragging a pen across an open yearbook.
“What are ya d-doing, Rich?” Bill asked and zoomed in on the fast moving pen.
“Signing Eds yearbook.” He smiled proudly and held up his work, The camera caught it before Bill could process what it was and what it was, was a crude inappropriate drawing. He quickly pulled the camera away, landing it on Ben who was working hard on decorating his graduation cap as a ‘Ah Jeez Richie, you couldn’t just sign it could you?, you shit!’ could be heard in the background.
“A-and w-where will you be in ten years, Ben?” Bill made sure to show off Ben’s handwork on his hat. Bev was curled up on the seat next to him, watching over his shoulder with a neglected peanut hanging from her hand, pointing towards her mouth.
“Hopefully in architecture….”Ben glanced up at Bev when he thought she wasn’t looking, Bill caught the flicker in which Ben thought ‘And I hope she’s with me’. He smiled proudly at the shot.
“Mike, t-ten years?” Bill moved over to get Mike in shot, who was throwing peanuts into Richie’s mouth. He made a long shot and smiled triumphantly.
“With you guys, for sure.” Mike said without even a thought and tossed another peanut and the six of them ‘aw’d’ simultaneously. Bill couldn’t hold back his huge grin, but the camera blocked most of his face from his friends. He followed a lone peanut as it soared into Richie’s mouth.
“R-Rich, Eddie, ten years?”
Richie pulled Eddie close to his side. “With Eddies mom for sure.” Bill zoomed in close to get a tight shot of Eddies face and quickly had to zoom out to capture him pushing his side and knocking Richie onto the lunchroom floor.
“If i’m still dealing with him in ten years…”Eddie looked dead into the camera with a begrudgingly happy annoyed face.
“You’ll be one happy man, Eds!” Richie shouted from the floor. The camera faded to black to the sounds of their laughter.
The shot was a close one of Stan’s lightning fast hand, turning his lock to get into his locker. “H-he gets it right every time, folks.” Bill chuckled as he spoke to whatever audience was ever going to see this. “Never f-f-forgot his combo…n-never been locked out.” he continued as Stan urgently threw the door open to block Bills shot of him with a smile.
“Him however….” Bill turned around and zoomed in one Richie trying to jerk his locker open with Eddie opening his like it was no problem at his side. Bill laughed to himself. Stan closed his locker door and started off to his class, Bill quickly chased after him.
“A-a-any comments, S-stanley? I mean it’s your last day of high school?” He poked the camera in his face as Stan laughed.
“Get that shitty thing out of my face!” He pushed Bills shoulder and the camera faded to black once again.
—”Ok, ok but what about you Bill?” Mike asked from his desk, pushing aside a textbook with an interested face. Bill shrugged to show him he needed to elaborate. Mike reached over and took the camera, capturing a few blurred whizzes around the classroom. He focused on Bill, behind him on the chalkboard were their last assignments as seniors. “Ten years…go” Mike captured the rolling gesture of his hand. Bill laughed in thought.
“A writer…y’know t-t-those stories you a-all like so much. Maybe you’ll read them in a b-book someday.” He said with a mocking gusto. Mike chuckled and was able to capture the last bell of their school days. They gave each other the biggest grins and Mike zoomed in on the students passing the open door, all pushing against each other with excitement and shouting. At some point the kids in the hall seemed to split to opposite sides. Bill and Mike gave each other confused looks until…..
Richie whizzed down the hall and through Mikes shot on a small skateboard shouting along the way ‘We’re fuckin done here! after four years, woooooo’ Following after him, on running feet, were Beverly, Stan, Ben, and a very annoyed Eddie.
“C’mon!” Mike handed Bill his camera and they both ran out to catch up.
Bill was zoomed on rattling keys that were being shook in front of him. “Eddie’s letting me drive!” Richie shouted as he zoomed out to get a full shot of the group in front of Eddies car.
“No he’s not!” Eddie shouted back, out of shot. Ben stuck his finger in his ear and cringed.
“For such a small guy Eddie, you sure can yell.” He chuckled and Eddie snorted. Bill panned the camera to get a shot of each of his friends. Beverly stuck her tongue out, Mike pointed the classic finger guns, Ben just smiled, Stan looked away with a grin and chuckled, Richie winked and pulled Eddie into the view, who nodded with a smirk as if to say ‘Yup, this is my life right now…and I love it.’
The rest of the film Bill shot were odd clips of them in the car together. One of Beverly and Richie screaming the lyrics to ‘Back In Black’
Stan gazing happily out the window, quietly mouthing the words to ‘Imagine’ as his curls blew in the wind from the slightly cracked window.
Mike reaching over his seat to shove Richie after some Joke he must’ve made and then Richie proceeding to grab his arm to pull him over the seat and onto Beverly, Stan and Himself.
Ben waving his finished product, his decorated cap with a plaster picture of the seven of them, under it read ‘The Losers club’. A chorus of ‘yeahs!’ followed.
Eddie playing it off like he wasn’t just passionately singing along to ‘Daydream Believer’ and shoving the camera away at the stoplight.
half of one of Richie’s jokes
all of them in hysterics, laughing so loud at god knows what. Beverly knocking her head back against the seat. Mike falling down to a laying position, undoubtedly clutching his stomach.
A shot of Bill, and everyone trying to squeeze in behind him at some gas station.
A/N: There are going to have to be time jumps cause there’s no way in hell I’m writing a year with of interactions day by day. I also what to make it a point to say that Bryce is going to seem like a half decent person for a little while before I reveal him for the human trashcan he is. I don’t want anyone thinking I like that scumbag even a little. Also, that is an actual conversation I’ve had with my sister.
The first day of school came way too quickly for your liking. It isn’t that you hate school. Getting to see your friends every day and putting in the work for decent grades has never really bothered you. It’s the getting up at the ass-crack of dawn that kills you. You’ve already hit the snooze button on your phone four times and you know if you don’t get up now it’ll be a race to get ready.
Pushing your blankets off your body, you sit up and look around your room tiredly. It takes another five minutes before you finally force yourself out of bed. Silently thanking yourself for showering the night before as you pull a simple outfit on before attempting to do something with your hair. You settle on an easy half ponytail, so you have enough time to focus on your makeup. About a half an hour later you were finally put together enough to head downstairs for breakfast. Once downstairs you found your family in the kitchen already eating. Your mother is cutting up a waffle on your little sister’s plate while the four-year-old is giggling at the faces you father makes at her from behind your mother’s back.
“Hit that snooze button enough today or what?” You father asks when he notices you.
“You have ears like a hawk.” You say as you slide yourself into a seat.
“I made you waffles. I wasn’t going to because I do believe they’re too calorie packed to be a breakfast food but who am I to break tradition. Plus, it’s green beans first day too!” Your mom smiles as she hands your sister her fork. The child turns to you with a wide smile on her face.
“I go to school today!” She bounces in her chair slightly.
“I know,” You smile back, “you’re like a legit adult now. It’s crazy.”
“No! I’m still little.” She laughs at you.
“Yeah but you’re in school now.” You say before taking a bite of your waffle. “Pretty soon you’re gonna need to get a job and stuff.”
“I’m just a kid!” She nearly yells. Her face is slightly red, and you can tell that she thinks you’re completely serious.
“Alright,” Your dad laughs, “let’s not push the kid into a nervous breakdown on her first day of pre-school.”
You laugh slightly and focus on your food again. It’s quiet for a few minutes while the four of you focus on eating your breakfast. That is until your mother attempts to make conversation.
“So,” she smiles in a way that tells you that you won’t like what she has to say, “I talked to Claire yesterday.”
There it is. Claire Down is your neighbor and Tyler Down’s mother. Claire and your mother met when your parents moved into the house next door and have been best friends ever since. Naturally, you and Tyler grew up together as close friends, but eventually, that changed. The two of you drifted apart. It’s what happens as people grow up. Unfortunately, you mother, and Claire, just could not seem to let the friendship die.
“She said that Tyler got the go ahead to do photography for the yearbook.” She’s smiling widely, almost as though it were her own son that accomplished something great.
“Cool.” You mumble back, not sure what to say. You finish the last bit of your breakfast and get up to put your plate in the sink.
“You know honey I was thinking th-“ your mother continues, but you tune her out slightly as you hear your phone vibrate on the table. Picking it up, you skim the message before grabbing your bag from the floor.
“Sorry mom,” you smile at her slightly, “I gotta go. My ride is here.”
“Your ride?” she looks confused. “Since when you do get a ride?”
“Since now I guess.” You laugh and give you sister a light kiss on her head. “Have a good day green bean. I’ll see you guys at dinner ok? Love you!” You yell over your shoulder as you make your way out of the house.
Outside the blue Jeep is parked in front of your house. You notice Justin in the passenger seat, so you find yourself climbing into the back.
“Mr. Foley, always a pleasure.” You pat the side of his face.
“I bet.” He winks back at you, and you can only roll your eyes in response.
It is not that you don’t like Justin. You just did not have the same relationship with him that you did with the other guys. Most of the time his attention was focused on Kat and yours on…well anything else. Of course, you like him because he made your best friend happy, but you didn’t exactly know him. Not well enough for you to make a clear decision on your feelings about him anyway.
“So Montgomery,” You smirk at him, “still tending to those wounds from the beating me and Sheri gave you?”
“Oh fuck off,” he scoffs, “This is why losing to you is bullshit. You never let it go. Next time I’ll be the one beating your ass.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Cruz.” You laugh.
The rest of the ride was spent talking about the usual bullshit. Despite what typical gender roles would claim, the guys were the biggest gossips you’d ever met. 90% of the time any drama you heard came out of the mouth of one of them. It’s amazing and one of the many things you love about them. By the time you made it to school, there was barely any time to speak to anyone else. Instead, you had to head right to your locker before making your way to first period.
Your first class of the day was hell on earth. Math was never your subject so having to sit through it at such an early time was a special form of torture for you. Second-period U.S History wasn’t the worst in the world. The third period was nothing to celebrate, but you did have Zach with you, so it wasn’t a complete loss. The both of you could only hope that third period, communications, would not be such a snooze fest. Zach and yourself walked into the room to find Justin sitting at a desk in the far corner. The both of you moved quickly to take two of the three remaining seats in the cube. As the rest of the students began to trickle in you decided that the class wouldn’t be half bad. As you watched the other students selecting their seats, you noticed Hannah make her way into the room.
“Hannah!” You wave your hand and motion towards the last empty seat in the near you. She looks slightly relieved and excited as she makes her way towards the back of the class. Before she can sit down another body slides itself into the empty seat.
“Seriously Pratters? Fuck off.” You grumble and kick the bottom of the desk.
“Jesus Y/N. Happy to see me.” He attempts to smirk.
“You fucking wish,” You snap and turn your head back towards Hannah. “Sorry Hannah, apparently, some people can’t tell when they’re not wanted.”
“Oh, you wound me.” He pretends to grab his chest in pain.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hannah mumbles looking slightly disappointed.
“You can sit with me, Hannah.” Sheri smiles as she makes her way to the next closest set of desks close to you. “Any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine.”
Hannah looks at you for a moment longer before settling for the seat beside Sheri. The rest of the class goes on as you expect it to. Mrs. Bradley attempts to get through introductions and explaining what to expect from the class. Kids continue to interrupt her and have conversations amongst themselves. The typical high school classroom in every way. You could have cheered when the sound of the bell signaled not only that the class was over, but that it was time for the most sacred period, lunch.
Gathering your things, you looked up to see that Hannah had already left the room. Shrugging, you make your way to the cafeteria with the rest of your friends. After grabbing something quick to eat and head towards your usual spot with your friends. When you sit you find that they have already begun gossiping about someone having been hooking up with someone. Supposedly the girl is a cheerleader, and the boys are pressing Sheri for any information she might have.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She insists, “What I do know, is that there is a spot open on the team this year and it would be amazing if someone acted quickly and took it.”
“Sheri,” you sigh, “it’s not happening. I already had to give up volleyball to focus on school. It’d make no sense to add that to my plate.”
“Please, just say you’ll think about it,” Sheri begs.
“Ok yeah sure. I’ll think about it.” You agree.
“Yay,” she wraps her arms around you, “you’re going to look so cute in a uniform!”
“Fucking right she is,” Bryce interjects.
“In your dreams Bryce.” You scoff.
“Every fucking night.” He winks back.
You spend the rest of lunch entertaining Sheri’s idea of you possibly taking a spot on the team. She seemed so excited you didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wouldn’t happen. After lunch, you separated from them to head to your classes. Thankfully, one of those classes was a study, so you were able to relax a little. On the other hand, one of those classes was Spanish. Spanish was another class that was not your best subject. Despite how well you did in other subjects, learning languages has always been your downfall. By the time the class was over, you could feel a headache forming. The only thing keeping you going is the knowledge that the next class was the last one before you could finally go home. You made your way into the classroom and slid yourself into a desk in the back. Laying your head on the desk, you took a moment to savor the slight quiet.
“Don’t tell me your sick again?” You jump slightly and left your head to find Jeff sitting at the desk on the side of you.
“What?” You mumble out.
“The last time I saw you, you were sick. You’re not again are you?” Your face flushed slightly at the memory of him witnessing you throwing up.
“Oh yeah, no I’m not sick. Just exhausted.” You smile slightly.
“I feel that. There are few things as tiring as the first day.” He nods.
“Yeah,” you could feel yourself relaxing slightly, “and it doesn’t help that I’m not a morning person.”
“No?” It feels like he’s looking at you a little too closely now.
“No,” you laugh a little, “I’d stay in bed all day if I could.”
“Good to know.” He smiles.
You open your mouth to reply, but the teacher calls the attention of the class. Unlike your communications class, this class is serious, and there is little time to speak to anyone. As much as you pay attention, you can’t help but repeat his words in your head. Was it meant to be as sexual as it sounded or were you just depraved? You continued to think over the statement until the bell rang. Almost immediately Jeff turns towards you.
“What are you doing in this class anyway?” He asks as you make your way out of the room. “It’s a junior English class. Last I checked you were a sophomore.”
“I uh,” you began, “I tested out of English freshmen year, so I’m a year ahead, in this class anyway.”
“You really are a little genius aren’t you?”
“What?” You laugh.
“I always heard you were smart, but I didn’t know you were testing out of classes smart.” He shrugs.
“It’s just this class. Reading and shit is something that comes easily to me.” You explain.
“Well, now I know who to call when I need help.”
“Too bad you don’t actually have my number.” You shock yourself by saying. There’s a small pause, and for a moment you wish that you could crawl into a hole. You completely avoid eye contact and scold yourself in your head.
“Not yet.” He replies. You look up from the floor to see a small smirk on his face.
“Y/N!” You jump at the sound of Zach’s voice coming from behind you. Both of you look to find the boy making his way through the hallway towards you.
“Looks like you’re needed.” Jeff mumbles.
You look back towards him and nod slightly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He winks and begins walking away.
You’re unable to say anything in response as you watch his form disappear down the hallway.
“Hey,” Zach says and wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“What can I do for you, Zach?” You ask.
“Well, Monty has to go see the guidance counselor for something about his schedule or some shit. So I have to give you a ride home.” He explains.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.” You say.
“What kind of friend would I be if I left you to walk home?” He jokes.
“A bad one.” You laugh.
“Exactly so let’s go.” He squeezes your shoulder slightly, and you both begin to walk out of the school.
The ride home is quick and relaxing. You make it home before either of your parents. Grabbing a snack from the kitchen and head to your bedroom. You decide to take a quick shower and are getting dressed when your phone begins to ring. Wide smile forms on your face as you accept the FaceTime call.
“Kit Kat!” You all but yell.
“Y/N!” She yells back. “I was waiting for my updates you know.”
“I know I’m sorry, but I needed to take a shower.”
“Oh please, like it’s anything I’ve never seen before.” She rolls her eyes.
“Yes, but I would rather not take my phone in the shower with me. It’s already enough work.” You laugh.
“Excuses. So tell me all the details. How’d it go? Did you see Hannah?” She asks.
“It was fine.” You shrug. You take a moment to prop your phone on your desk so you could continue to get dressed. “I have a class with Hannah. I was going to ask her to sit with us at lunch, but she left pretty quick.”
“She’s a slippery one. You’re going to keep an eye on her right?” She asks.
“Yes Kat, I already said I would.” You reply.
“I’m just making sure. She can be kind of shy sometimes, and you can be a bit of a bitch sometimes.” She shrugs.
“Oh fuck you,” you laugh as you pick the phone back up. “I am not a bitch.”
“Sure hon,” she smiles, “So what else happened? Did you get to see Prince Charming at all?”
You try to keep your face as neutral as possible but fail miserably.
“I’ll take that as a yes” she laughs.
“He’s in my English class.” You explain.
“Ok,” she probes, “and did you two speak?”
“Yeah, he asked if I was feeling better and how I ended up in a junior class.” You pretend to pick at something on your bed and avoid making eye contact with her through the screen.
“Annnd? There’s obviously something else. You won’t even look at me.”
“Ok, he said something, and it’s probably just the hoe in me that is taking it the wrong way.” You say quickly.
“What did he say?” she asks.
“He said it was ‘good to know’ that I like to stay in bed all day. It’s probably nothing.” You shrug.
“BITCH!” she yells back. “It was not nothing! He wants you in his bed all day! How could yo-“
“Oh my god no Kat. He doesn’t!” You laugh.
“Yes, he does! Oh my god, if you fuck Jeff Atkins you better call me after. I need, no I deserve details!” She demands.
“Kat fucking stop I’m not going to fuck Jeff Atkins. Jesus.” You laugh and cover your face with your hand. You hear the door close downstairs and the familiar sound of your little sister’s laugh.
“Oh yes, you are.” She beams, “and it’s probably going to be the best di-“
“OK sorry Kit Kat,” You interrupt her rant, “My mom’s here so I gotta go! I’ll text you I promise.”
“Don’t you dare han-“
You end the call before she is able to finish her demand. You lay in your bed for a few more minutes before deciding to actually go downstairs. As you make your way to the door, your phone vibrates, and you look down to see a text from Kat.
Kit Kat 🍫:Details bitch. I mean it.
You only shake your head slightly before going downstairs to see how the first day of pre-school was as eventful for your sister.
Request: hiya love can you do a imagine where y/n is in the fencing team , y/n would be walking in the hallway with her uniform and saber (a certain sword they use in fencing ) and y/n sees Hannah getting bullied by the guys like sexual harassment and out of no where y/n pulls out her saber and just says something really badass leaving everyone speechless and leaving Hannah being bestfriends with y/n . Y/n teaching clay and Hannah to fence the next day.
Warnings: swearing and catcalls.
A/N: Hello lovelies! Thank you for sending in requests. To the people who sent in asks for imagines requests, I see them and I’ve added them to my list. I feel self conscious in posting my works here but I see your comments and I just feel so grateful and motivated by it so thank you so much! Also, I’m still taking imagines request but it might take some time posting them because I’m working through other requests please bear with me! Lastly, I’m not sure if this is badass enough, but anywayI had fun writing this. I hope you like it! Im sorry i suck at titles
It’s only the third period of the day and honestly, you couldn’t wait for this day to be over and vent your frustration in fencing. Since this morning, everyone has been buzzing about the childish list of who’s hot and not. It swiftly circulated among students, especially with people posting it on their snapchats and instagram stories. The thought of walking through the halls was revolting as numerous catcalls have been thrown at you ever since people saw the list. Ridiculously, some people genuinely believes it was a good thing to be labeled as ‘best tits’. Sighing, you walked close to the lockers trying to avoid further encounters before you finally give in to the urge to smack someone in the face.