Part 12 - Bill Denbrough

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*July 19th, 1989*
"Hey, Babe. Are you ready for our date?" I ask Stan. Our first official date. July 19th, 1989. I wanted to make this perfect. I'm dressed in khaki shorts and a baby blue polo. Stan is dressed in khaki shorts as well and a baby yellow polo.
"These curls won't stay down!" Stan shouts.
"Stan, it's okay. You look amazing." I whisper. I wash his hands so they're free of gel. I kiss his forehead. We say goodbye to Richie and Eddie as we leave. I grab a flashlight since we're having a picnic in the dark. I take Stan's hand as we venture into the woods. The sun setting over the tree tops amazed Stan.
"Let's stop here." I tell Stan. I lay out the blanket and stuff.
"Bill, this is amazing."Stan whispers.
"I'm doing this because I love you." I say. The first I love you. Stan smiles.
"I love you too." Stan says. I kiss him. Stan and I eat. It was perfect until it started to get dark. Stan's anxiety kicked in. Suddenly, we hear leaves crunching. The next thing we know, were in a basement. An unfamiliar basement.
"Where are you, Bill?! Please be here. I need you, please be here!"

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