Fix You - IT Fanfiction

Eighteen

After a long afternoon of anticipation, the eleven of us waited until Bill's parents fell asleep before we snuck out to the house on Neibolt street. We had told Bill's parents that we were all sleeping over, and his parents had laid out air mattresses for us in Bill's garage.

"Do you kids need anything else?" Mrs. Denbrough asked, as she came in wearing a nightgown and put a plate of hot dogs and some more soda in the middle.

"No thanks Mum, we're good," Bill told her.

"Sleep well kids," Mrs. Denbrough said, bidding us goodnight.

"How long until they'll both be asleep?" Vic asked as soon as Mrs. Denbrough was out of earshot.

"Well, my dads already in bed and my mums in a nightgown, so I'm guessing not too long," Bill announced to us all.

"Are you guys sure this is a good idea?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, we don't know what's in that house," Eddie agreed.

"That's the whole point of us going in there," Mike told them.

"It's a cold night tonight," Belch pointed out.

"Fucking freezing for a Derry summer," Patrick agreed.

We were all still in our clothes for the day, mine consisting of shorts, converse and a pink crop top. I grabbed my coat and put it on, the others doing the same.

"I think we should all fill up on those hotdogs and drink as much soda as we can. It might be a long night," Eddie pointed out.

We all agreed, and the food and soda were gone in no time. We all downed a few cans of Mountain Dew as well as a few hotdogs plus dinner we had before, so we'd be good for the night.

"I think we should get going," Bill said.

"You think?" Asked Henry.

Bill nodded, opened the garage door and peered up at his parent's bedroom window. "They're asleep. The lights off."

The rest of us got up and we started making our way to Neibolt street, shivering, partly from nerves, partly from the spontaneous cold night. I guess the hottest part of the Summer was coming to an end since we were going into August.

The walk from Bill's house to Neibolt street was only about ten minutes, but by the time we got there, it felt like we had been walking for hours.

The house was even creepier at night. The rusty gate blew back and forth in the wind, almost coming off its hinges, making a consistently creepy squeaking sound. The wooden house creaked in the wind, and the whistle of the wind in the overgrown garden gave me chills.

"This isn't a good idea," said Eddie nervously.

"I'm starting to agree," Vic said timidly.

"Should we really be risking our lives like this?" Ben asked.

"You guys don't have to come with me," Bill said as he climbed the stairs up to the front porch.

"Of course we will," I said, following him. "Right guys?"

The nine of them stood there like they'd seen a ghost, which I prayed to god wasn't true. Henry walked up the stairs, followed by Mike, Ben, Belch, Patrick, and Stan. Vic, Eddie, and Richie stood on the path shivering.

"Come on, guys," Belch encouraged.

"I don't think I can," Vic mumbled.

"Don't do it for yourselves. Do it for all the kids that've gone missing. Do it for Belch's sister Tina, my brother Dallas. Do it for Georgie, do it for any of us who could go missing any time. Do it for me for god's sake. I go home, and all I see is that Dallas isn't there. His bedroom, his clothes, all his favorite food in the fridge... but he isn't. So walking into this house is easier than walking into my own," I pleaded emotionally, directing my words to Stan, Richie, and Eddie too.