: swearing, a sexual comment, not proofread

It was the weekend before school officially started, before you and Richie had to stop playing at the arcade continuously, before the losers had to stop everything in their lives to do homework or study. Taking this as their last opportunity to do something fun together, the losers decided to have a sleepover. You weren't technically invited at first, which really didn't bother you, but Beverly convinced the rest of the losers to let you go as well. The guys didn't really mind, you were quickly becoming part of the group anyway. Plus, all of the other losers were convinced that there was something going on between you and Richie and thought this would be the perfect opportunity to expose you two.

Beverly's plan was different. She knew that you had a scar on your hand but she swore that she wouldn't look for your soulmate. Beverly would never break your promise, but a selfish part of her wanted to understand her own soulmate's scar. When she noticed a couple of months ago that her own scar blended in with her soulmate's, her heart stopped. She knew it was one of the losers because she obtained both of them on the same day. Beverly hoped that she could eliminate some possibilities through you finding out who your soulmate was. However, she wasn't going to go against her word and deliberately seek out the scar that matched yours, she was hoping that it would come more naturally.

You, of course, were clueless about this. You were excited to spend the night with the losers but also a bit nervous given that you were only one of the two girls attending. You trusted the boys and knew that they would do anything to cross the line but you never spent more than an afternoon with all of them before. Just from those afternoons, you knew their dynamic was a bit... rambunctious. It could get very wild very quickly and you wondered if you'd ever get sleep that night. There were two people in the group that would intervene if it ever became too uncontrollable. Mike was the person who put most of the losers in place and sometimes Stanley would help too. However, two people trying to calm down five other people was not too promising in your eyes. Before you left your house, you waved your sleep goodnight and headed to Bill's house, ready for an all-nighter with permanent markers and warm water.

When you arrived, everyone was there except for Eddie who strolled in shortly after you with red cheeks and a sweaty forehead. "Sorry guys, I had to do the dishes before I left."

"Aww, mommy made you do the dishes?" Richie sang with a proud smirk on his face.

"Shut up Richie, at least I know how to do the dishes. You'd probably break ten plates before you would successfully clean one."

Richie was going to bite back at Eddie but was interrupted by Bill who sat in the living room in front of his TV. "S-So," He started, hands pulling out some VHS tapes from his TV stand, "W-What movie do w-w-we want t-t-to watch f-first?"

Beverly made her way over to Bill and crouched next to him, eyes drifting over the tapes that he pulled out.

"Really? I came here to have some fun, not watch some lame ass movies all night." Richie whined.

Bill didn't respond to Richie, instead, he seemed too focused on the girl next to him. His eyes were not moving from her, only moving slightly as Beverly comfortably sat on the floor.

"Okay," Mike spoke up, "So what should we do instead?"

"Hide and seek?" Ben suggested, his eyes shifting between Bill and Beverly.

"No offense Ben but that game is for sissies," Beverly smiled, "How about truth or dare?"

"Hell no!" Eddie hollered, "Richie would make me do something like lick the toilet seat or something. There is no way in hell we're playing that game."

"You could pick truth," You responded, although no one seemed to hear you.

"Maybe we could play seven minutes in heaven?" Richie beamed, eyebrows wiggling as he looked at Bill almost like he knew something.

"Beep beep Richie," Stanley interjected, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh of defeat.

"C'mon Stan, you're just mad because you can't get any-"

"OKAY!" Mike once again spoke up, being the mediator of the group. "How about we start with something easy, like a board game or something?"

"Board games?" Richie was quick to jump in, "What are we- eight?"

"You just say that because you know you can't win a game," You teased, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're going to regret that sugar," Richie threatened before turning towards Bill, "Do you have Monopoly?"

"U-Uh, I th-think so," Bill responded, head snapping from Beverly to Richie. In an almost robotic fashion, Bill stood up from his position next to Bev and traveled to his basement door, hand hesitation before he turned the doorknob to walk in.

It had been a few hours since you started the game, deciding to play with partners so everyone could participate. You were happy that you chose Mike as your partner. Not only did he calculate the decisions you made, but he would also calm you down whenever Richie would try to rile you up. He often made the smart decisions to use your money wisely rather than using it all at once like Richie tried to pressure you to. In the end, you and Mike were the ones that ended with the most money while Richie and Eddie found themselves in third, right behind Bill and Stanley.

"What the fuck?" Richie cursed when Eddie told him how much money he counted. "Are you bad at math or something? Let me see." Even though Richie recounted the money that was on their side, they still ended up losing.

"Told you you'd be a sore loser," You sent Richie a teasing smile while patting Mike on the shoulder.

Although Richie was normally quite playful, his response to you was fueled by his competitive nature and underlying humility. "It's okay because you were riding Mike's di-"

"I-I-I'm going t-to m-ma-make some popcorn," Bill spoke before Richie could finish his comment, his face pink as he left the room.

"I'll come help!" Beverly called after, rushing to go to the kitchen, not noticing Ben's face fall when she left his side. Of course, Ben tried to cover it up before anyone noticed but you caught him.

"Are you okay, Ben?" Your voice was quiet so you wouldn't attract the other's attention.

Richie scoffed at you as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. Eddie rolled his eyes at his best friend, knowing that Richie was staring at you the entire time.

"Oh so now you care about people?" Richie complained, tilting his head roughly to the side making his glasses droop again.

"I only care for people who aren't assholes like you," You shot back, your mind completely shifting away from Ben. Ben felt a bit out of place, not sure whether to answer your question anymore.

"Bitch," Richie shot back, successfully angering you.

"You want to fight?" You shot up, jokingly taking steps to Richie.

Mike put his arm in front of you to make distance between the two of you, once again calming down the situation. "How about we set up for a movie before the popcorn gets cold," He stated, not even leaving room for comments.

You walked to Bill's couch, trying not to pay attention to Richie as you walked around him. Plopping onto the furthest side of the couch, you let yourself sink in as you got comfortable. Richie whined again, stomping over to stand in front of you with the corners of his lips pulled down.

"That's my spot." Richie stood so close in front of you that you had to pull up your feet so that you wouldn't touch him. Eddie shook his head and rolled his eyes before sitting next to you, crossing his legs in front of him.

"Really?" You feigned sympathy, leaning forward to look behind you. When you turned around, there was a proud look on your face. "I don't see your name on it."

"You can sit on the floor with me," Ben offered, taking a seat on the carpet.

Instead of fighting, Richie grumbled and took a seat in front of Eddie, making it a point to glare at you.

Sometime in the middle of the movie, you began to notice Richie and Eddie conversing quietly next to you. Eddie was crouched over while Richie leaned up, whispering into his ear causing Eddie to start giggling. To mute himself, Eddie covered his mouth with his palm. When you made eye contact with Eddie your face was contorted in confusion, eyes squinted at him as if you were trying to decipher what they were talking about.

Richie, being the loudmouth asshole he is, sent you a glare and spoke despite the movie that was playing. "What are you looking at, sugar?"

"I could ask you the same question," You quickly quipped, sending Richie your own nasty look.

"Will you just shut up?" Stanley's voice boomed from the other side of the room. The glow from the TV allowed you to see part of his face when he rolled his eyes and begrudgingly looked back at the screen.

Although you wanted to say it wasn't your fault, you just crossed your arms and leaned back into the couch, eyes avoiding Richie and Eddie at all costs. To your surprise, Richie didn't respond either and turned his attention back to the movie.

Eddie and Richie didn't try to talk to each other for the rest of the movie. Only after Bill turned the lights on and everyone else started talking about the plot of the movie did they continue their secret conversation. With Eddie and Richie being between you and the rest of the losers, you were bound to get annoyed and a bit suspicious of their whispering and giggling. You didn't hold back from the hard looks you made sure to shoot at them as you tried to pay attention to everyone else but them.

All of that was thrown out of the window when Eddie just about pounced on you, making you paralyzed from the waist. As you tried to maneuver his body off of you, Richie lunges for your feet, fingers dancing across the bottoms causing you to jump and start to kick.

"W-What are you doing?" You rushed out, the rest of your air lost from your laughter. Richie was giggling as well, telling Eddie to keep his hold despite your protests. He was determined in getting payback for telling him off and what was a better way than making you laugh until you cry?

As you were flailing your limbs around, the heel of your right foot caught the ground and dragged against the floor, pulling your sock from your foot. Noticing this, Richie reaches out for it, knowing that it would be more sensitive than the other with no barrier in between. When he got close, however, he froze. Your movements didn't stop, your foot swinging up and hitting him in the face, kicking him backward.

Feeling your foot connect with something, you instantly cursed and put all your force into pushing Eddie off of you and onto the cushion beside you.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," You apologized, clambering to the floor in front of Richie. His eyes were wide and unfocused and his face was pale.

Your hand reached towards his face, where there was a growing red mark from your foot colliding with it. Before you could touch it, Richie flinched away, shaking his head. You were surprised, Richie was never one to move away from you.

"Are you okay?" You asked with a more serious tone, afraid that the force of your hit was a bit more powerful than you realized.

Richie was in shock, his mind trying to replay what he just saw. He remembered the time back at the quarry when he swore he saw a line at the bottom of your foot but he convinced himself that it was just him imagining things. Now that he saw it again, he was having trouble denying it. There was no way that his brain could be tricking him again.

"What is that thing on the bottom of your foot?" Richie asked when he found enough courage.

"The bottom of my foot?" You shook your head, beginning to believe that you did hit his head too hard. You glanced at the sole of your foot before focusing your attention back on your injured friend. "Are you talking about my scar?"

Richie didn't respond, his breath leaving him once again. Now he could confirm that it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him.

"W-Wait what?" Eddie peered at you. His face was a bit red from the roughhousing just a minute prior. He knew about Richie's soulmate mark, as well as Stanley and Bill. They were the only people to know other than Richie's parents.

"Uhh, I-I think we s-sh-should leave th-them alone," Bill spoke up, leading most of the losers to the kitchen. Eddie didn't listen to him so Bill just grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

Your mind was completely perplexed at the situation that was unfolding. You had no clue why Bill wanted you and Richie to be left alone, or why Richie was so quiet.

After a few more moments of silence, you decided to question Richie again. "Richie, what's going on?"

The curly-haired brunette swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. "How did you get that scar on your foot?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and throw a tantrum. You just wanted to know what was going on, not talk about the scar you've had since you were little.

Begrudgingly, you decided to tell him anyway. "I was pretty energetic when I was two and didn't listen to my parents when I stepped on some glass." You were expecting for Richie to follow up after, but he just nodded his head, eyes wandering off and glazing over as if he was lost in his head. You started to get annoyed, starting to feel dumb from not understanding what was happening. "Richie, what the hell is going on?"

He, of course, did not answer your question. Instead, he avoided it by asking a question of his own. "Do you have any other scars?"

"Yeah, Richie," You scoffed, letting yourself roll your eyes, "I have one on the palm of my hand. Now tell me what the fuck is happening."

Once again, Richie failed to answer your question. His hands took a hold of your left, forcefully turning it around so your palm was facing the ceiling, revealing the scar that formed a few months earlier.

"Holy shit," Richie swore under his breath, eyes not leaving your palm.

"What, Richie?" You snapped. Just as you were retracting your hand, Richie took his left hand and flipped it over, uncovering a scar that was identical to yours.

"Holy shit."