Broken || Stan Uris

Seven

We pulled apart, and I looked in other eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-"

She cut me off by kissing me again, and I immediately sank into it.

We pulled apart after a while, and I looked at her.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah!"

And she kissed me again.

Two weeks later

Julia's POV.

Stan and I were at his house, just watching movies and cuddling in his couch, when we got the phone call.

I picked it up, and sat quiet for a minute before hearing him.

"H-hello?"

"Bill?! Why the hell are you calling us?!"

"U-us? W-wheres Stan?"

"With me! Why the hell ate you calling us!?"

"I-its got Bev."

I think I stopped breathing for a minute.

"We're on the way."

I hung up the Phone, and ran to get my shoes.

"Put your shoes in Stan. We have to leave. It got Bev."

He ran and also got his shoes on.

We got his bike, and I jumped into the back of it.

He rode us to house on Neibolt Street, and we saw the other losers.

"Guys, spikes."

"OK." I answered.

I grabbed a piece of wood, and started to sharpen it in a rock.

Finally, I got it fully sharpened before I heard glass shattering.

I looked up, and saw Richie with a small piece of a beer bottle.

"Dumb ass." I muttered.

Then, we were all ready, to face the wrath of It.