IT character and cast imagines

Mike Hanlon- House of Memories

I met Mike Hanlon when I was 4 and he was 5. I went to the butchery with my mother that day and saw Mike making a delivery. From that day on we became inseperable. We would ride our bikes together around town, sleep at each others house, I would help him around the farm, he would help me with my homework, we would laugh together, he woud take me to school every time he could, I would help him with the deliveries, I would try to protect him from Henry Bowers, and he would try to protect me from anything really.

When the whole IT incident started, we met the Loser's and they accepted us both from day one, as if had always been freinds our whole lives. That is, until we started to drift apart. Bev was the first, moved in with her aunt, then it was Stan, Eddie, Richie, Bill and before I knew it, we weren't the Loser's anymore. Mike and I still talked, but eventually we stopped as well. My parents got frightened after a ton of kids gone missing and got killed so we moved away. Strangely enough, I started forgetting about my past, my whole childhood in Derry, as if had never happen. I could still remember IT, Pennywise, I could still remember the Losers, going down to the Barrens, to the Sewers, but I couldn't remember what we did to IT, I couldn't remember my friends' surnames, I couldn't remember what made each and everyone of them unique.

I looked outside the car window, the signs passing by me, not really taking them in. My grandmother got sick a few days ago so we were going to live with her for a while until she got better. She never left Derry.

We arrived at our old house, where my gradma was staying; nothing had changed. The living room was still the same, my old treehouse was still in the big oak tree in our backyard, my bike was still in the little garage next to the house. I took a deep breath, going inside the house, climbing up the stairs to go to my room. It had stayed the same as well.

"I didn't want to change it" My grandmother spoke from behind me. "I always thought you would come back one day, I wanted to make you feel welcome once you did, wanted to make you feel at home."

"This was never my home. It was just a house." I sighed heavily, sitting on top of my bed. "Too many things happened here for me to ever call this place a home."

"Honey..." My grandmother started but soon stop as she looked at me. We didn't tell anyone what had happened that day at the Sewers and it's not like I can tell her about it now, I can't remember a thing. "I'm going to bake some cookies, want to help?"

"I need to unpack first, I'll help you when I'm done." I forced a smile at her as she only nodded in response. Why did we have to come back?

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I tossed and rolled in bed, not being able to keep my eyes closed, something that hadn't happen ever since we left Derry. I decided it was useless and went outside to take a walk. I threw on some clothes and left my house, doing my best not to wake anyone up.

The night was chilly, maybe too chilly for a midnight walk, but honestly I couldn't just stay in that house. Being back to Derry made me feel sick, nostalgic and sick. This town never felt normal, there were too many things that weren't right. No one seemed to care about Derry's history, about what was happening in other people's life, and the adults... The adults had always been the worst. It had always seem to me as they didn't care what was happening with the kids, parents let their kids do whatever they wanted, even if it meant they were going to hurt themselves. I walked aimlessly for a while passing by all the places I used to love going to as a kid. They all seemed dark now, hateful, uninviting. The Barrens, a place I would spend hours at, as a little girl, now seemed to have a sort of air around it, a sort of air that made me wish I had never stepped a foot outside the house. A cold breeze of air made me hug myself tightly, trying to provide as much warmth as possible. The shadows around me seemed to be getting closer. I shook my head. That was all gone, all away. Derry was now just another small town-

(at least for now)

-just another typical American town in a sea of many others.

(but it isn't typical)

The thought seemed to come from out of me, as if someone was whispering that in my ear. Why would I even think that? Of course Derry is normal! I'm just imagining, picturing things that aren't here, things that have never been here!

(but they are, they have been, you saw them)

People in Derry do care about the past, we even studied it-

(so briefly, you shouln't even consider it studying)

-at school. Parents do care about their children and if they are or aren't doing something dangerous!

(like bill's parents cared about georgie)

With that I decided to go home, it had been a bad idea to even go outside so late at night. I always had a very imaginative mind, at least that's what my teachers and my parents used to say to me-

(and mike, or have you forgotten about mike)

As if my feet weren't even listening to my thoughts of going back home, I started walking the opposite way from my house, towards the farm. Mike's farm.

It didn't take me long before I was in his front porch. Funny how I can't remember which way the supermarket is from my house but I still remember clearly the way to Mike's house.

(he was your best friend)

I was about to knock on the door before I recalled the time. It was three thirty in the fucking morning, of course everyone would be asleep by now. I exhaled deeply, ready to head back home, when I heard a noise coming from the barn. Once again, my feet worked against my racional mind as I started to move foward before even thinking if it was safe or not. It sounded like a mixture of sobs and cries.

I stopped at the entrance thinking whether or no I should actually go in. The light coming in from the barn lighted dimly the outside, making it able for me to see my feet but nothing else. With the newly found light I could see the hairs in my arms and legs were up. Was it that cold?

(was i that scared?)

I touched the wood of the barn. I still recognize this place perfectly, the memories of every single play date I had with Mike came flooding vividly back to me. This was unquestionably my house of memories. At least mine with Mike's it was.

This made me think of what had become of Mike, something I should have done before I even came to this place. Had he made a new best friend-

(someone better than me)

Had he forgotten about me-

(like i have forgotten about our childhood)

Had I just become another someone to him?

The though stroked me harder than I thought it would, making me involuntarily take a step back, which caused a stick under my feet to crack, acknowledging my presence to whoever was inside the barn.

"Who's there?" His voice was deeper, stronger, manlier, stranger in a way, but nonetheless, it was still Mike's voice.

"Mike? Is that you?" I took a step inside the barn, looking around the many haystacks for my long lost best friend.

"(Y/N)? Please tell me that's you..." A head emerged from one of the haystacks, the same black curls I used to ruffle back in the golden days.

"Yeah it's me, Mike." I runned towards him, tears already forming in my eyes. Just now seeing him here, in front of me, made the whole nostalgia feeling reminisce.

"You're back! You're actually back!" He pulled me in to a hug, softly crying in my shoulder. "You were gone, but now you're back." He chuckled softly, brushing my hair.

"And I'm not leaving you again..."

Okay so this is my first imagine!! Hope y'all liked it! I'm going to try to post two or three each week, but I'm not sure if I can! Also I know this sucked, but it'll get better, I promise!

PSA: Everything that's in bolt is an author's note, and whatever is in italic and between brackets is the reader's thoughts. And yes, the thoughts are supposed to be all in lowercase (like in all Stephen King novels).

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