“Oh. My. God.”

You said, staring at Beverly from across the hallway. You were with your friends, Richie, Bill, Eddie, and Stanley. You were known as ‘the Dyke’. And every straight girl avoided you. But.. a girl caught your eye. Beverly Marsh. You had the BIGGEST lesbian crush on her.

“God, yuh-yuh-you have it buh-buh-bad for h-her, huh?”

Bill said, his usual stuttering prominent.

“No. It’s a craving not a crush.”

You corrected him, in a matter-of-factly manner.

“So you mean you wanna eat her out or something?”

Richie spoke up curiously.

“Mhm.”

Eddie groaned.

“Gross..”