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Will could feel the air in his face while he held onto Bill's chest. His arms wrapped around his body while Bill gently biked down the streets with the others on Silver. Will's eyes looking off in the distance while his skin gently touched the morning sun while his bangs flew apart from each other to show the scar that had been stitched since a month ago, but it still looked as gruesome and horrific as any other scar on his body that hurt whenever he moved them.
The streets around him looked inviting as houses stood on every side, seeing the little children that were walking to school with their best friends or parents. He saw a small, young boy with his mother, holding onto her hand as he shyly went towards the bus stop. He wished he could be back in those days where his life was much simpler and creative than now.
He was stuck in deep thought while the others were talking to each other and the lame impressions that Richie would do in front of all of them made Dustin and Lucas almost fall off their bikes. He didn't really care though.
"W-Will?" A voice asked, making Will jump from his thoughts. He looked at Bill, seeing as his head was turned towards him, but was still looking out at the streets. "A-Are y-you o-okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine, sorry," Will replied, his eyes looking at Bill as Bill turned his head towards the street.
"A-Are y-you st-still thinking a-about th-the ni-nightmare?" Bill asked softly.
Will nodded gently, staying quiet while he knew Bill would understand what he was saying. "Yeah," He whispered.
"Wait, what nightmare?" Stan immediately interrupted their conversation, his curly hair moving behind him as he biked next to them. His eyes looking back at Will with concern, but also pure curiosity and a hint of betrayal. Will could feel embarrassment darken his cheeks to a red. Will's hand still clutching on Bill's shirt while Bill biked.
"I-It's n-nothing, S-Stan," Bill complied. Stan's eyes squinted in frustration and annoyance.
"Is there something going on?" Eddie came into the conversation, biking on Bill's left as the small boy gently glided through the streets on his black bike, his fanny pack hugging his pants that held his most prized possessions.
Everyone was beginning to listen in on the conversation, making Will feel his heart pound. He could see Michael's eyes stare into him, showing confusion and sadness.
"No, nothing is going on," Will replied anxiously with a shaky breath.
"Is that true?" Michael asked, looking at Will with a serious voice that he had not seen from him in their entire friendship.
"No, it isn't," Stan replied in an annoyed grumble. "They are trying to hide that Will had a nightmare last night,"
"St-Stan," Bill interjected in worry. Will could feel his heart pound in his ears out of fear seeing the boys' eyes widen with concern. He did not want people worrying about him, especially his mother who would immediately bring him to therapy if he told her what he had seen.
