IT Preferences & Imagines

How you met (Losers Club) pt. Ben

Ben Hanscom

" Alright let's see here..... Margaret Atwood. " You skimmed the massive shelf in front of you and ran your index finger across the book spines.

"Nope." You moved down lower on the shelf, taking great care not to miss a single last name of any author.

"That's not it."

"No."

" Ooo, that looks interesting! But still not what I'm searching for...."

"What the heck where is this damn book!" You stood up from your crouched position. You had already went down to the bottom of the "A", shelf with no luck of finding what you were looking for. It had been 15 wasted minutes for nothing! You decided to just ask the librarian and not waste anymore time here. The Losers (aka your best friends )were all waiting for you at the Quarry, and you promised to be there soon. Just as you turned on your heel, you came face to face with a chubby boy. He was about an inch shorter than you and had big brown eyes.

"WHOA!! Geez, I'm sorry! I didn't see you there." You let out a nervous laugh and ran a hand through your tangled hair. Wow, you never noticed how messy it was. I guess when you're out biking 24/7 with a bunch of boys, your hair gets a little wind-blown. More like A LOT, but you enjoyed the rush of fast-paced pedaling through the cool Derry breeze.

"No it's fine. I just wanted to let you know I might have your book. I heard you say Margaret Atwood, and I happen to reading a novel composed by her right now." He held out the book for you to see clearly. Sure enough, the front cover read The History of Derry, Maine by Margaret Atwood. Oh thank godness! Better late than never getting it!

"You're a life saver! Thank you so much!" You hastily reached out and grabbed the book from his hands. Your fingers grazed his gently as you did this. If you hadn't been so caught up in reading the back-cover summary, you may have noticed a dark red blush creeping up his plump cheeks.

"Yeah, no problem. I was all done with it anyway. Onto the next collection of pages!" He glanced up slightly and smiled wearily. You giggled in response and placed a hand on his shoulder. Again, cue this cutie blushing 50 shades of crimson red.

" Hey, I never caught your name."

" It's Ben. Ben Hanscom. I just moved into town a few months ago." He fiddled with his fingers and drew circles on the ground with his foot.

" Well Ben, maybe I'll see you in the library more often? None of my friends like coming here. On purpose at least. You could be my new study buddy!" You clutched your book with both hands excitedly and Ben chuckled sweetly.

" I'd really like that." Another blush coats his round face.

" He's too cute." You thought to yourself. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost missed the beeping sound emitting from your watch. Looking down quickly, your heart jumped up like a ball.

"Aww crap!! The guys are gonna kill me! I'm like a half an hour late!" Snatching your backpack off of the chair it was sitting on, you made a dash for the door. But when your hand hit the handle you remembered the book in your grip.

" Ughh, no! I didn't even checkout the novel!" You banged your head against the creaky door and the librarian put a finger to her lips, a simple sign to shut up.

"I'll tell her I gave it to you. It'll be fine (y/n)." Ben ruffled the short, blondish brown hair on top of his head and grinned in your direction. Thank the lord for this adorable new kid!

" You're the best!" And in the blink of an eye, you were gone.

Ben stood at the enterance of the library for a minute. Just thinking about your voice. Your hair. Your oh-so-perfect appearence and personality. After he centered back to Earth, he sat down on the table with all his belongings. He pulled out a pencil and an old postcard. The words began pouring out.

Dear (y/n),

I'm jealous of the morning sun.

Who gets to be the first to see you.

Or the coffee cup.

Who gets to kiss your sleepy lips awake.

Love, your secret admirer♡

The next day, you would find this poem in your bag after hanging out with Ben in the library. And the rest is history :)

(Okay so I know Margaret Atwood didn't write a book about Derry. I just used a 1980's author since that was during the time era of the movie. Also the poem is not mine! I wish I had come up with something clever like that on my own haha😂Anyways, thanks for all the reads guys and don't forget to leave requests! Later Losers🎈)