it imagines. | 1990-2017

Bill Denbrough | 2017

Y/M/L means Your/Mothers/Lastname btw.

The school bell rang for the last time of the day. Your classmates where filled with hope and joy as they all rose from their seats and scrambled to the exit. Although, you stay seated at your desk to avoid getting trampled on and waited for your boyfriend. When everyone had exited it was just you, your backpack and Bill in the room. You walked over to him steadily and he pulled you into a passionate, heated hug.

"W-w-we going t-to y-yours?" He asked, pulling away from the hug slowly but his arms where still wrapped around you.

"Yeah, lets go!" You enthusiastically grabbed his hand and lead him outside, where you immediately regretted that decision as you felt heavy rain pour down your face.

"Ewww! It's raining run!" You shouted, waving your arms above your head and ran towards the street you lived on with Bill following behind shortly.

Luckily your street wasn't far from the school. It was about a five minute walk, and also a three minute run so it didn't take long to get there. Gutters spilled out with rotten sewage and rain poured down the road. You looked at the sky to see the clouds where a misty colour of grey, it was getting colder and colder... before you screamed and fell down in a huge puddle what was freezing you to death. It felt disgusting and squelchy under the palms of your hands and knees, as you felt Bills cold arms lift you up. You shivered and looked at your lightly bleeding palms, but you realised you where getting wetter and wetter so you and Bill started running to your house again.

Stumbling, we opened the front door to my humble abode and was greeted with a warm touch to my skin. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, looking down at my grazed knees. I looked again at my palms, they weren't bleeding anymore. I wiped them on my t-shirt and dragged Bill upstairs to my bedroom.

"D-do you have any s-s-spear clothes?" Bill gazed around at your furniture what you would always re-arrange probably once every two weeks, since you normally get bored of the layout of my room very quickly.

"Uhmm.. my Dad might have some but they'll be huge on you." You giggled, he shook his head and looked down at himself.

"Well w-what about y-your clo-clothes?" He said in slight regret. I looked back up from fiddling with the fluff on my blanket, and walked across to my closet where I kept my clothes. I pulled out a plain white baggy t-shirt and a pair of black sport shorts. He shrugged and went to my on-suit to change.

I rubbed my four head, and picked out some clothes for me to wear aswell. Before my mother came marching into my room, stopping in her tracks as Bill emerged from the on-suit.

"H-hi Miss Y/M/L." Bill swallowed, as my mother eyed him up and down.

Lets just say, sometimes my mother isn't the kindest mother. She isn't as bad as Henry Bowers's father, thank god! Although, she does sometimes has an attitude when she's mad or upset.

"Hello Bill." My mother sighed, as she brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. "Y/N.. me and your father need to talk to you about something- ehmm.. important." She lowered her voice, staring at me with sincere eyes. Damn, it must be important.

"Alright. Bill wait up here, I'll be back in a minute." I smiled warmly, and followed my mother downstairs. To see my father with his head in his hands sitting at the kitchen counter.

"Y/N.." My dad realised I had come downstairs, and raised his head and gave me a sorrow faint smile. This gave me goosebumps, what where they doing?

"What did you guys wanna tell me?" I asked, looking at both of them with confusion. I was hoping that it was going to be something good, but by the vibe they both where giving it looked the opposite to good.

"We .. we are .." My mother hesitated-

"We're moving.. Y/N." My stomach instantly dropped when I heard those words, what about Bill?! "We're moving to a town n-not in Maine." I felt myself slowly crumble into multiple pieces, as my heart quickly shattered into millions of shards.

"W-w-what? W-why?" I felt tears roll down from my eyes, and down onto my cheeks. My mother rushed over to comfort me, but I pushed her away with a force of rage.

"I lost my job." My dad sighed, and put his head back into his hands.

I slammed my fist onto the table, as my thoughts scattered everywhere. My mother grabbed my wrist, but I yet again threw it away.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" I cried and screamed at the same time into my dads face, I looked up to my mother with shock spread across her face like butter.

My emotions where so mixed, I just wanted to fall into a deep sleep - but never wanting to wake up again. I scrunched up my nose and my fists as I flung over a kitchen stool, I didn't want to loose Bill... he is my everything.

"It's for the best.." My mother sighed, patting me on the shoulder. For the third time, I pushed her away but it sent her flying to the ground.

"STOP TOUCHING ME!" I screamed at her, snot running down my nose into my mouth. Tears streaming down my cheeks like a waterfall.

I darted back upto my room and slammed the door shut. I looked over to Bill who was sitting on my bed looking concerned. I threw myself into his arms and tried to suck up every single last second I had with him.

"I h-heard. I.. I don't k-know w-w-what I-I'm g-gonna-" Bill started crying with his stutter even worse, and breaking down like myself. I didn't want to see him like this... I didn't want our last memories to be like this. I shushed him and stroked the palm of his hand.

"I.. will never forget you Bill." I sulked into his arms. "I will always love you." I clenched onto him for what it seemed forever... and ever.

"I love you too Y/N." He said without a stutter. I realised I had stopped my crying and was smiling warmly into his chest.

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Awe man the feels boi!111!

Also I do apologise for switching around with the 'person' stuff in the begging if you know what I mean, like that second person and third person bullshit. I needa really start working on that tbh, but I hope you liked this SAD AF Imagine.