IT Imagines & Preferences

Stenbrough

It's here.👅

It was official.

Bev hosts the best parties ever. No contest. They all stayed at Bill's house for the night since his parents were away for a date night. Georgie was messing around upstairs and would sometimes come down to the kitchen for food.

It was possibly the most fun they'd had in months. The night was loud too. The floor was littered with wrappers and the wastebin was filled to the brim with soda cans and plastic food containers. Along with ice pop wrappers covering the floor.
All of their shoes and some of their socks were strewn about close to the front door, either overturned or socks stuffed into them. All except Stan who had his shoes stood upright and nearly tucked into a corner. His socks were still on his feet as to not get them dirty.

Bill wasn't doing much. He was just sitting on the couch with the Losers in front of the television laughing himself into a coughing fit at the sight of Beverly. She'd brought a speaker from her house bathroom and started playing some very, very, loud music. It started with some 80's music that slowly transitioned to rap.

Then the next thing you know she's dancing to Nicki Minaj's Super Bass like no tomorrow. While Mike and Richie are trying to watch Suicide Squad.

The film was close to the part where Joker is "recruiting" Harley above the waste vats.
Bev squealed when Gangsta started playing and paused her music. Then started dancing again.
Bill looked at Stan who was sitting almost directly next to him with their legs touching. He was watching Bev dance with an amused smile. The television was casting blue onto his face, the screen occasionally changing color.

Stan eventually noticed that Bill was staring because he turned to look at him. That big smile was still there, but seemed to subside with eye contact. His eyebrows furrowed as if to ask what was the matter.
Bill didn't say anything so Stan turned away with a bit of awkwardness mixed in.

This wouldn't be the first time something like this had happened. They found themselves suddenly being awkward around each other, and the feeling remained constant.

"You want this?"

"I do."

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty-"

"Please?"

They didn't really have the slightest clue what was happening to them and the Losers hadn't caught on yet. It was just too much.

Bill was so on edge that he could hear the waste on the television bubbling in his ears. He slowly reached over and touched his face with two fingers. Stan looked at him with a confused expression but said nothing.

"Like all the others do."

Bill sighed, knowing there was practically nothing to say. His hand fell to the couch. After a while Stan eventually turned away again. Bill buried his face into the back of the couch. It was a bit strange to him since for once people were paying attention to him.
If his parents were here he'd be sitting in what he called a Cold Spot.

"So don't me, don't let me, don't let me go."

He reached over again and turned Stan's face towards him. Bill kept looking down at Stan's lips. He couldn't help it. After a while Stan got the message.
They both leaned forward and connected their lips.
Nobody heard the light smack as they pulled apart.
Bev was too busy singing and dancing, and everyone else was too focused on the movie.
They stared at each other before they kissed again, Bill pushing him lightly against the side of the couch.

The rest of the night was really fun for all of them.

For once I actually tried writing, but it still turned out bad. I know for a fact that people waited for this. Even I waited for it.
It was inspired by my friend. We have a research class together and becAuse of the playlist on his computer, he had Super Bass stuck in my head for two days.

THANKS A LOT KADEN.

You're welcome for the book though.