tag, you're it ― bill denbrough [it]

Part 2

"Y/N, honey, have you got everything set up yet?" her Mother called. Y/N would've gone through the sea of boxes around her, but there were just too many for her to go through. "Yeah, almost done!" she called out. She looked out the window onto the sunny street, warm, and cute. She was happy they'd moved to Derry. At her old town in Wyoming, it was horrible. 80% of the year was blazing winter, and summer didn't even go over 65 degrees. In the corner of her eye, she saw a boy. Through the window, she could faintly make out a tall boy with his younger brother - she presumed, and surprisingly, he caught her eye and waved. She waved back out of politeness, as her face turned red because he saw her. Nevertheless, she moved away from the window, but what she didn't know is that the boy continued to look through her window from time to time, hoping they would make eye contact again.

After about an hour or so, Y/N had gotten everything set up and ready to go. Her new room looked...well....amazing. The sun shone through the bright windows and illuminated her room, making it even prettier.

PICTURE OF HER ROOM.

She decided to go outside, pulling her pajamas down and making sure no one was watching her through the window. I mean, it was the first day of summer, she thought she should probably have gone and tried to make some friends by now.

OUTFIT.

She decided to wear a tennis skirt and a crewneck, after all, the afternoon wasn't going to last for long and she didn't get hot easily. She walked out the door. "I'll be back in a few hours Mom!" she called out and her Mom gave her a thumbs up. She walked through the cute streets of Derry, looking at the big suburban houses on the sides. A lot of the houses even had cute flower gardens to match. She walked through a bridge called the Kissing Bridge, as a car skid through the streets behind her. She looked back quickly and saw a few teenage boys in it. She didn't want to be friends with these people, she thought, and Y/N began to walk slightly faster than usual. The boys parked their car right on the side and quickly got up and out of the car. "Hey pretty girl," one of them said with a smile on his face. "Y/N Laker, aren't you? New to this town? Lucky, we got another good one," he said again, as he spat on the ground. She continued to walk slowly away from them, but she knew that if it came to it, they would definitely catch up to her. "Well, I'm Henry Bowers. This is Victor and Belch. This guy over here's Patrick. Why don't you come up over here? We'll take you home."

Now she knew this was trouble. She quickly mumbled a "No thank you." and walked away. "Oh, dear Y/N, are you scared?" he said, and she stopped in her tracks. "No! Henry fucking Bowers? I'm not scared of you!" she said and she made sure to stand tall and straight to make her point. He laughed, but the laugh quickly turned into a glare. And before she even knew it, he had advanced to her and pushed her to the side of the bridge. "Oh yeah? Not scared? Well, are you scared now?" he asked her, with a sly look on his face like always. He placed his hand on her torso, slowly inching up. "Bowers, c'mon, she's only like 13," one of them said, and she could tell by the look on their faces they didn't love what he was doing. "NO!" he shouted at all of them in response. He was about to touch her chest before she heard a sound on the side of her. A few bikes rattling down. "Hey! Asshole! What're you tryna do to her?" a boy said. She looked to her side, to see a tall boy with a Hawaiian T-Shirt and big glasses. There were a few people behind him but she couldn't completely make them out with the sun glaring in her face. "Aha, the Losers! Came here to save your little friend?" he said. The 'Losers' apparently, were about to advance on him but one adult came to the rescue. "Bowers? Henry Bowers? Aren't ya?" a deep voice said to the side. "Cameron. Derry Police Station. You've been charged with multiple charges of Shoplifting, Vandalism, and Destruction of private property."

Y/N could hear the Losers chuckle to themselves. The man, Cameron - as he called himself by, advanced to him and placed handcuffs over his wrists. When he looked at Y/N, he turned back to Henry. "And what's this? Assault? That'll guarantee a lot more time in prison," he said with a chuckle. "You....what's your name?" he said, pointing to Y/N. "Y/N. Y/N Baker," she mumbled quietly. "Well, be at the station at 6 pm. That is if you want to press charges?" he asked, and she nodded, and he left the Losers and the bullies all together. "This isn't the last you'll see of me, Y/N freaking Laker! This is just the beginning!" he said as Cameron pulled him closer. The Bullies got in the car quickly and skidded off, leaving just Y/N and The Losers.

They all ran up to her, and she saw there were 4 of them. One she'd seen before, the tall boy with a Hawaiian T-Shirt and big glasses. The others, however, she hadn't seen. One was short, wearing red shorts and had a fanny pack over his waist, while another was an average height with curly hair and a collared shirt, with a black belt and some shorts. The last, however- was tall, wearing jeans and a white shirt with blue on the sides. She recognized him, he was the boy she'd seen before. He stepped in front of her with a smile on his face."

"Hi, Y/N."   

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