Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
・゜゜・．
June 28th, 1989 ・゜゜・．
SUNLIGHT POURED IN THROUGH the rows of blue blinds in english 1201. The clock was clicking the time away, awaiting until the last ten minutes before class ended. When summer break finally creeped into the blood streams of the kids.
Melody traced her finger over the pictures in her yearbook, a smile playing on her face as she landed on a picture of Richie. 'Class Clown of 1988-1989.' Yeah, you got that right. Melody looked across the room where said boy was sitting, crumpled up pieces of paper being flown across the room, by him himself.
The boy had caught Melody's eyes as she grinned, holding up her yearbook and pointing to the picture. Richie grinned, putting him thumb up as Melody snickered softly looking away.
Richie has gotten over his crush - at least that's what he told himself. He had too, Melody and Bill seemes to be radiating sunlighy ever since that night. They weren't together, but it was as if they were.
Bill Denbrough sat behind Melody, his eyes focusing on the desk in front of him. He had spent all night taking apart his hamsters tunnels and building the sewage system. In the end he found out the onky explanation on where Georgie could've ended up was in the Barrens.
The Barrens, his groups save place. A save place that ironically his brother must have ended up, dead and beaten.
Lately Bill kept coming back to that day in Decemember. With Richie and Melody in his brothers old room, he needed to understand what happened. He needed to know what happened to his brother, even if it killed him.
He had snapped his head up when he heard Melody tap her finger nails against his desk. His eyes meant with her hazel ones, seeing them searching his face.
"Are you okay?" She whispered, her hand coming over to grasp his. The girl's thumb moved over hus knuckles, and suddenly Bill wished he could tell her a lie. That he was perfectly fine, but he wasn't. He was getting worse, he couldn't step inside his house without feeling like an outsider. An intruder inside his own home.
"I'll e-e-explain later okay?" He whispered back, his deep brown eyes searching her caramel ones. Melody pressed her mouth into a thin line, he knew she was wondering if she should drop it or not.
