𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

read to me › c.b.

the radio had faintly been playing in the background. you could hear the wind blow lightly outside as your window had been cracked open due to the broken air conditioning. the sun was setting very slowly that night, and it had been setting fairly early. 

it was the second to last week of school for winter break, and you would finally vacation from what other students called "hell", but what you thought the opposite of. it was exactly what your boyfriend loved about you.

corbyn was popular. he had many friends and was always supported by them all. but, he was different. he was the most popular kid in the school, but he was different. he was weird, but in a very good way.

you were different too. you were one of the art students at the school. most of the girls were cheerleaders, which you thought was such a cliche. but not you. you, a few other boys, and a few other girls were the art students. you weren't annoying hippies who protested for better toilet paper. you were different, but corbyn absolutely loved it.

the book that sat in your hands was probably the thickest book you'd ever read. it had 1,153 pages, and you were only on page 401. you were determined to finish IT before the end of winter break. 

it was the chapter of beverly marsh. she had just been in the bathroom when the blood spurted out of the drain. you felt a wave of pity and guilt wash over you as beverly and her father fought. 

"then he bawled: 'beverly! you come here, girl!' There was no question of not going. If the two of them had been standing on the edge of a high cliff and he had told her to step off - right now, girl - her instinctive obedience would almost certainly have carried her over the edge before her rational mind could have intervened." you read to yourself. you muttered the words a loud quietly as you were not able to read anything without saying out loud.

your parents had been downstairs, spending some time together watching tv. your brother was in his room with your dog roughhousing around. you knew because you could hear the tv playing and the playful growl of your german shepherd. you continued to read your book as you rolled your eyes to your family.

suddenly, there a light tapping noise. it wasn't rhythmic. if anything, the sound of the tapping noise was way off beat. your eyebrows furrowed as you grew curious. you closed your book, marking the page you were on, and lied on your bed. as you walked around your room, you grew closer and closer to the sound until it was finally as loud as it would get. it came from your window. for a split second, you felt a chill wander down your spine making you scared. 

you slowly walked to your window, pulling the blinds, and widened your eyes as you looked below. a large smiled was plastered across your face from ear to ear. you grinned as you looked down at corbyn standing on the ground. 

you opened the window halfway and sat on the ledge, not minding the height and not really scared of the fall. "hey," corbyn loudly whispered. "anybody up there?" he asked. you looked back at your door, listening for you parents or your brother to see if they could have been coming. you didn't hear anything, and turned back to corbyn to shake your head. 

"nope," you whispered back. you giggled to yourself as you saw a cloud leave corbyn's mouth. he shivered slightly, trying to cover up the fact that we was cold. "would you like to come inside?" you asked him, talking a bit louder than before. 

"ummm," he looked around him, still shivering in the freezing air. "yes?" he looked up at you, still smiling even though we was cold. 

you chuckled. "one sec," you said. you left the ledge of your window, leaving your boyfriend standing out in the cold waiting for you to come back. you opened your closet and reached for the top shelf, grabbing the old ladder from the tree house you and your brother had when you were younger. the tree house had gotten taken down since the tree was old and was dying. you kept the ladder as you found that it come in handy for sneaking your boyfriend into your room.