𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 |𝘌.𝘒 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳|

(Welcome home) Chapter two

This is back to your POV and this beginning part will be a flashback of yours while you are driving to Maine. I haven't told you where you moved because I didn't feel like coming up with a place so you can decide to be wherever you want. As long as it's not crazy far away or crazy close to Derry, Maine. 

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September 1989

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"I saw all of us." Beverly said looking around our small circle of friends. We had just finished fighting it not too long ago and we decided to meet up in a large field. "All of us were together like the cistern, but we were our parents' ages." She continued. "Am I still handsome as an adult?" Richie asked putting his hands under his chin while batting his eyes and smiling weirdly at Beverly. "You grow into your looks." She smiled at him looking like she was holding back a laugh.

We all chuckled a little while we looked at Richie. "what the fuck does that mean?" Richie smiled looking around at us. "We're just gonna have to wait and see." I smirked at him and Eddie squeezed my hand lightly as we all let out a little laughter. "What about me?" Stan asked. 

Wall turned our attention to him and then Beverly awaiting her response. She took a second as she looked at them and she looked as though something was bothering her in a way. "Like now, but taller." She said simply. Richie breathed out a sort of snort. 

"Swear it, s-swear if it isn't dead. If it ever comes back, we'll come back too." Bill said as he stood up grabbing a piece of glass. 

End of flashback

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I sat in my car that was now sitting in the parking lot of the restaurant 'Jade of the orient' where Mike had us meet up. I looked at my hand that had a scar from a long cut across my hand, I forgot where I had gotten it up until now. I winced at the thought of the blood slowly leaking out of my hand. 

Gross, I thought shaking my head and stepping out of my car. Half way to the restaurant doors I heard a voice that made my heart drop, the voice I had missed for 27 years, the voice of a man I longed for since the day I last saw him.  

"Y/N? Y/F/N?" 

I turned around and smiled. "Hi, Eddie..."

We walked in together with comfortable silence like we had never lost each other in the first place. Eddie started talking to the lady who was bringing us to our table about everything he couldn't eat. I giggled to myself. 

"What's funny?" He asked seriously looking at me. "I don't know, maybe the fact that you're still the same guy I don't completely remember." I smiled shrugging.