We're back, Losers| Sequel to Welcome To The Losers Club

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**Time Skip 3 years later**

Your P.O.V.

I finally unpacked the last box in my new apartment. I had just moved out of Derry and into New York. I was tired of that creepy town, and the memories that lingered in every location. I broke up with Bill the first day of school, and I told him why. He didn't even deny it,  he just shrugged it off. I didn't hang out with the Losers after that, and we eventually spread apart.

I became friends with Greta, just to make Bev mad. I never made fun of Beverly, I just hung out with Greta. She's actually an okay girl once you get to know her. I caught Bill staring at me in class every now and then, but we never really talked. I haven't dated anyone else since then, and I've never seen Bill with any other girl.

A ring on the phone caused me to jump, and snapped me out of my thoughts. I walked over to the phone that sat on my desk.

"Hello?" I talked into the phone.

"Y/n? Is that you?" Someone said.

"Uh, yes, who is this?" I asked.

"Uh, it's me, Billy." Bill said into the phone. I felt tears in my eyes, causing my vision to go blurry.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice normal.

"The children are going missing again, y/n. Where are you anyway?" Bill asked.

"I'm in New York. Wait, what about the children?" I asked him.

"They're going missing again, this time more than one at a time. Groups of children have gone missing." He said into the phone.

"Shit." I mumbled. "Do you think he's back?" I barely managed to get out. I heard Bill sigh into the phone. I choked back tears. "I'll be there by tomorrow." I told him through the phone. Before he could say anything back, I hung up and started packing my bags.

Heaven knows how long it will take us to kill that clown. It took us all summer three years ago.

I grabbed some clothes and looked at a picture of Derrick and I on my 16th Birthday. He died last year because of his cancer. I grabbed it and held it close to my chest, letting a sob escape my lips.

I grabbed my bags and ran out to my car. I locked my door on the way out. I threw my bags into the back of my car and placed the picture in the passenger seat, determined to make it there without a break.

**8 hours later**

I finally made it. Derry, Maine, my old home. As soon as I drove past the sign, chills went down my back. I pulled up to a phone booth and quickly dialed Bill's number.

"Hello?" Bill said.

"It's me. Where are we meeting up?" I asked.

"My house." He replied.

"Thanks." I said quickly, before hanging up on him. I hopped back into my car and started driving to Bill's house.

When I got there, there were multiple cars parked out front. I parked my car and rushed inside. As soon as I knocked on the door, it opened, and I was suffocated with a hug from Bill. I hugged him back.

"I missed you, and I know I fucked up, like, really bad." He whispered to me.

"Billy, your stutter, it's gone!" I told him, pulling away from the hug. He smiled at me and nodded his head. "Oh, and yeah, you fucked up." I said.

"Can we, I don't know, forget about that. Just be friends again?" He asked me. I nodded and hugged him again. I guess that the other losers heard me, because they came running to the door and I was almost knocked over.

"Y/n!" Richie screamed.

"Trashmouth!" I screamed back, in which he replied with a laugh. After greeting each other, I walked to the living room.

"Where's Beverly?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch.

"She moved, too, but, she didn't want to come back. She said that she didn't want to make you mad." Bill told me. I looked down at my feet and frowned slightly.

"You look different, N/n." Stan said.

"Yep, it's called puberty." I told him. He chuckled.

"So, how's your brother?" Richie asked.

"Oh, um, he passed away last year." I told them. I felt tears fill my eyes to the brim.

"Oh, sorry for your loss." Richie said.

"It's okay. It's not your fault that he smoked." I choked out. "It's probably my fault, honestly. I was always stressing him the fuck out." I was barely able to say.

"You can't do that to yourself, Y/n." Bill said, sitting next to me. He gave me a hug, and I started sobbing into his chest.

"I miss him, Billy. I missed all of you. Yeah, I was friends with Greta, but she was nothing like you guys. She is a good person under all that bitchiness, but, nothing like you guys." I told them. Bill pulled me into another hug.

"I miss us." He whispered into my ear.

"I need to go to sleep." I told them, pulling away from the hug. Bill looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"You can sleep in my room." He said. I nodded and headed upstairs. I laid down and slowly drifted off to sleep.

A/N FIRST OFFICIAL CHAPTER! Hope you guys enjoyed.