Summer Child [Stenbrough]

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• In which Stanley Uris meets the new boy •

Bill Denbrough was the kid who moved in across the street from him, Stanley learned. He was a skinny kid, about 5'3, short for his 12 years. He had gorgeous auburn hair, which Stanley watched blow in the wind from his window. He smiled dreamily at him. This new boy was so beautiful. He shook himself out of his daydream in disgust. "Enough! You're not gay. Homosexuality is a..a sin!" He sighed at himself, but decided to go meet the new boy. His golden curls bounced slightly as he walked down the stairs, going out the front door.

His parents took no notice, as he already didn't really exist to them. They told him they had always wanted a daughter, and that he was a mistake to them when he got a 95 on a test. He was always acting like a ball of sunshine on the outside, though. A summer child. He was always smiling and happy on the outside, but on the inside was this black mist that swallowed him at nighttime. He would sob and wonder where he went wrong, and the next day act totally fine. He never let his guard down. He couldn't. People would leave him forever.

The sunset's orange light cast a glow on him as he came outside, the sunlight illuminating his ocean-like eyes. He heard faint music drifting from the front door of the house across him. It was a piano, playing a tune that sounded familiar. He didn't recognize it, because he laid eyes on the boy again. The boy had noticed him this time, and gaped at him, walking to him. "Uh, um, hi, my name's Stanley." The boy grinned, Stanley grinned too, this boy looked as pretty as a girl. He reminded himself silently that he shouldn't be thinking like this for a boy, but kept his sunshine-bright smile on his face.

It fooled the boy, however. "Hey! My name's Bill!" Stan smiled widely again, seeing the bright boy's seafoam eyes light up in joy. "Wanna be friends?" Stan nodded quickly, trying to push away any potential "bad thoughts" (known to others as love thoughts) about Bill. Although, one thought remained.

    He never wanted to forget this boy.