Losers Club || Preferences Cast/Characters

How You Meet || Losers

Bill: You met after Georgie went missing, you found him crying at school, in an empty classroom.

"Um...why are you crying?"

"I-I didn't he-hear anyone c-c-come i-in..."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Y-you li-like to pry don't y-you?"

"I like my questions answered. I'm (Y/N)."

"B-b-bill."

Richie: Richie. Was being Richie. It was hard not to notice him with him consistently passing you notes in class, cat-calling you down the hallway, and using terrible pickup lines on you.

"Hey Hot stuff!"

"Hey, Tozier."

"Y'know..."

"Richie. I sware to everything holy if you use another dumb pick up line on me.."

Richie waits a while before trying again.

Eddie: You were in gym class and you were running back and forth when some bitch tripped you and you slid three feet against the gym floor. ((This happened to me...)) Needless to say your palms, elbows, and knees got scraped and burned from the impact. Eddie helped you to the nurses.

"Kaspbrack! Why don't you help Y/L/N to the nurses!"

"Uh!"

"Quickly now!"

"Okay!"

"I'm Eddie..."

"Owch! I mean- I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

Stan: You were drawing on your desk and spacing off. You were a known kid that didn't exactly "respect the authority" so when it came to Mrs.Beanna's math class you weren't the least bit interested. So you continued to draw on your desk, until you heard a voice from behind you yell your name. Your head shot up at the voice just as Mrs.Beanna walked by. She shot you a stern look but continued monitoring the class. You turned around to see who'd saved you from punishment and saw a curly haired boy sitting two rows behind you.

"Thanks..." You mouthed

"No problem." The boy mouthed.

You begun talking more after that.

Mike: You were minding your own business one day, reading (Your favorite book) when you did the most cliché thing and walked directly into a pole. Like face first. BAM! into a pole. You heard a stifled laugh near by as you rubbed your forehead, and knelt down to pick up your book.

"Good book?" A voice asked.
You looked over to see a boy about your age standing with his bike. Wasn't he the homeschooled kid?

"Yes. Actually. It's my favorite."

"Well maybe next time you should leave multitasking for the experts..."

"Um. You never saw that okay?"

"Never saw what?"

Ben: You were sitting outside of the library on the stairs, you were sketching out the street in an old sketchbook your mom had given you for your birthday earlier that week. Suddenly the door swung open and a boy rushed out stepping on your legs which were sprawled out on the steps.

"Ouch!"

"Oh my- are you okay? I'm so sorry!"

"It isn't your fault...I shouldn't have had my legs in the walkway..."

"Still! I'm so sorry! It's just the clown and-"

You gave him a shocked look.

"Y-you've been seeing the clown too?"

Bev: You were hanging out in the girls bathroom, it was the only place you could smoke in peace. Sure, smoking was a terrible and disgusting habit, but ever since your sister went missing...you'd do anything to get your mind off it. You walked into the corner, open the small carton and peered inside. No cigarettes were inside. "Ugh!? Are you kidding me!?" You groaned kicking a closed stall door.

"Hey, there's someone in here!" A voice called from inside.

"Sorry..."

"Y'know, I'd be willing to let you bum a smoke."

"Really?"

The stall door unlocked.

A redhead stood in the doorway. She handed you a cigarette.

A/N: this is utter trash but oh well...it should improve? Maybe? Possibly? Anyways..I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter/preference.. BYEEEE!

~Winter_Quinn-ly