Soft-spoken (Bill Denbrough x reader)

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(Your POV)

     I looked up from the book I was reading. My brother, Matt, was silently driving us towards the place we would soon call home. I had never heard of a town called Derry before, but recently, it had been the second most frequent word I heard. The first being 'fuck.'

     I was surprised that Matt was sober enough to drive. However, somehow we managed to make it there safely. We pulled into the narrow driveway, the car just barely fitting in the cramped space. I attempted to get a good look at the house from where I was sitting, but the rain was so dense that I could only make out a smudged blob. I looked to my left, seeing Matt with his head resting on the steering wheel.

     "Hey, are we gonna unpack?" I asked, breaking the silence that had loomed over us the entire way there. He sat up, lit a cigarette, glanced at me for a brief second, and then mumbled an unenthusiastic "Yeah, I guess."

     Once we got all of the boxes in, I quickly made it to my room. I knew that Matt would soon be drunk, and I didn't want to be there. This wasn't the brother I had a few years prior. He was a motivated, happy, responsible person, but ever since my dad left, nothing had been the same.

     Because we were renting the house, it was already furnished, so I fell back on my bed and felt my eyes tear up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my mother's final note to me before she killed herself.

Dear Y/N,

     You know I cherish you more than anything, and I am so sorry for doing this. I just don't know what else to do. I can't raise you without your father. Your brother will take very good care of you. I promise. Just make sure that you live life to the fullest, and never be like me. You and Matt are the best things in my life. Remember, I am always with you, no matter what happens. I love you.

Mom.

     My face, wet with tears, slammed into the pillow. I screamed. How could she have left us like this? I sat the crumpled paper on the nightstand next to my bed, and cried myself to sleep.

     I awoke, still in my clothes from the night before. I went into the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and got ready. I put on a light pink shirt, with a blue denim overalls. When I finally made it downstairs, I noticed Matt passed out on the couch. If he woke up, I would get it. After pouring myself a bowl of f/c (favourite cereal), I went outside quietly as possible. I found my old bike leaning against the wall of the worn house.

     I got on, and decided to ride for a little while so I could explore the town a bit. I pedaled down the street for about a minute, when I saw a girl with short red hair standing on the curb. She had a bike next to her, but the seat was resting in her hands. She looked frustrated, so I pulled my bike towards her and got off.

     "Hey," I said. I smiled, and sat my bike on the side of the street. She looked up and gave a small one in return.

      "Hey. I haven't seen you around here before. You new?" She asked. I nodded.

     "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, I just moved in about a block that way." I pointed back where I had come from. "Oh, nice. I'm Beverly Marsh, but you can just call me Bev." I smiled. Beverly had beautiful features. Her bright blue eyes, surrounded by gorgeous skin speckled with what had to be hundreds of freckles.

     "Sweet," I started. "So, uh, I noticed that your bike is kind of broken." She looked down at the seat in her hands.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," she giggled. I gave her that 'may I?' look, and put my hands out in front of me. She smirked, gave a nod of her head, and handed me the bike seat. For a minute, I closely studied the bike and the detached seat, coming to the conclusion that one of the mandatory screws had become loose and fallen out. (A/N: Cue the "You don't say?" meme. Sorry I know this was a really bad part, but I don't know anything about repairing things, so here we are lol. )