Summer Child [Stenbrough]

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                  • In which Bill Denbrough has a friend •

  "I made a new friend..?" Bill was stunned as he watched the curly haired boy walk back to his house. The sun had already set, and the sky was taking on a twilight tone. Bill grinned again, the stars twinkling in his eyes. He was fascinated with this new boy, there was so much to discover behind his eyes. "Well, the eyes are the window to the soul..?" He chuckled to himself and headed inside, still half-smiling. He walked in on his mother putting up frames of him and Georgie, his father pushing the couch into a different space, and Georgie sitting on the floor, reading his new-ish book.

His mom looked up and greeted him. "Where were you?" Bill smiled. "I met the boy across the street, his name is Stanley." His mother smiled gently. "I'm glad you're already making friends, progress!!" She hugged him and he grinned. "I'll go clean up my boxes in my room." She let him go. He ran up to his room and opened his door. Dim moonlight was streaming in from his two open windows, the light curtains billowing softly in the wind. His bed had his light green sheets and beige comforter piled on top of it. He made his bed quickly, before putting up his trophies and art on his shelves.

He lined up his worn, well-loved books on his desk, putting his cup of pens beside them. His desk lamp was on, brightening the room a little more with a warm glow. He turned on his two other lamps and fully brightened the room. He collapsed on his bed and relaxed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of the boy that was just across the road from him. The boy with the starlight in his eyes but the moonlight in his soul. Oh, he was so gorgeous. He held Bill's heart in his hands, and they had barely known each other for even a day.

Bill could only hope he wouldn't crush it.