A/N: another chapter y'all asked for it!
<y/n pov>
I was doing what i normally do when im bored, draw. i wouldn't say im great at art but im good. i was drawing the crack head house with Richie mid swing hitting the clown in the face me against stan. i felt tears run down my face. i wiped them. *Knock* i walked to my window "Stan! come in." i helped him into my room
"hey. y/n?" he asked i was still sketching
"hmm?" i hummed
"I love you." i looked up
"Stanley. I love you too." i kissed him he kissed back
we pulled apart after a while
"I feel like IT is still around." he said looking at my drawing "thats good!"
"Thanks. What do you mean?"
"I still feel like hes around. watching us."
"well, last night i had a dream"
"of..?" he asked lifting my chin to look in his eyes
"well. I-I was in this dark place nothing was there then my parents were there and they were saying i was a mistake, then" i choked "you and Eddie were there saying things like i was a slut you said you couldn't believe you loved me then it was the whole losers club yelling at me saying a was a slut i was a disgrace." i said letting a few tears fall
"i will always love you." Stan said "No matter what I know you would do anything bad like being a slut" i smiled and hugged him. i looked up he kissed me i kissed back. the kiss roughened but not too much.
A/N:
FUCK! sorry i hate myself i literally nearly wrote 'he took his shirt off i did the same.' but then i realized BITCH THIS IS STANLEY MY FAVORITE JEWISH PERSON WOULDN'T DO THAT.
OH FUCK MAYBE HE WOULD
SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT! *PERVY JEW MODE ACTIVATED*
-W.L.R
