Stanley Uris, a boy with three secrets hidden beneath a thick sweater - one of them being his love for his best friend.
Bill Denbrough, a boy who spends every morning trying to convince himself he's not gay.
This is their tale, told through both of...
Hey! Hope you enjoyed my trash. Chapters sixteen to the end were initially written between 3 and 5 am and I was drunk off sleepover energy and sleepover exhaustion (who knows the feeling?) because I actually wrote the whole book in one weekend and then published slowly for suspense and editing purposes.
So yeah, thanks for reading and hope you liked my book, it was shitty but worth writing. Maybe it was worth reading too.
Again a big credit to ssoocool because she made all the aesthetics, the cover, and the Instagram post. Also this, which never made it into the story but is now available to your eyes:
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(thanks ssoocool ^)
Honestly, this book isn't fantastic. I hope that at least the message was pretty clear. I'm sorry for making Richie a jerk. I'm sorry for all the Eddie tears and the mess that is this book.
Thank you again for reading. Votes and comments are appreciated, but I know most of you won't anyway, and I mostly just write because that's what I like to do.
