Beverly Point of View
It has been a week since we have defeated Pennywise. We are the heroes of the city but everyone else knows us as the losers. I went to meet the boys in the basement but I only saw Bill
"Hey, Bev " Bill greeted me
"Hey Bill, where are the others?" I asked him.
"To get a soda. I stayed. " he replied
"Ok. How are you holding up? " I asked him. I know that he's going through a hard time.
"I have to accept that I don't have Georgie anymore. I miss him. It's my fault that he is gone. " he started to cry.
I hugged him
"No, It's not your fault. You shouldn't blame yourself for his death. Georgie would want you to live your life. " I try to reassure him.
"Thank you, Bev." he said
"Anytime. " I smiled
"We are back." Richie yelled
"You cried, Bill?" Ben asked
"No. Dust allergy." Bill lied.
" That's not dust allergy. If it was dust allergy you wouldn't have a cracking voice." Eddie stated.
"And the Nobel prize for medicine goes to Eddie." Stan said.
"He lost his brother, he has a right to cry and be sad." I remarked.
"We know that. He doesn't have to hide from us. Whenever he wants to talk to us about this, we are going to support him. We are the losers." Richie hugged Bill.
"Thanks, guys." Bill thanked.
"Let's go swimming." Richie suggested.
"Yes." Ben said.
Author's point of view
They went swimming. Bill and Beverly jumped holding hands.
"Bill, I want to talk to you, alone." Stan
" Fine" he replied.
"Are you in love with Bev?" Stan asked Bill.
"Yes, but don't tell her." Bill whispered.
"Don't worry" he said.
They went home tired from swimming.
"Mom, I'm home." Bill yelled
"Fine, get upstairs." his mom yelled
"Alright."
Bill Point of View
Since Georgie died my parents are treating me like a nobody. Maybe because it's my fault that he died. They probably think that I killed Georgie. I didn't want that to happen but it did. I don't know how much I will hold this pain. I feel fine only when I am with my friends and Bev. I love her kindness and her courage. She still has a smile on her face even though what is being said about her. I go to sleep tired of everything.
It is a new day.
"Hey Mom, Dad, what we have for breakfast? " I asked in a shy tone.
"Get it yourself." My mom said.
"Your mother is sick because of what happened to Georgie. You are old enough to get yourself food." My dad remarked.
"I-I-I guesses I will eat at school." I stutter
"What I told you about stuttering, Bill? Correct it! " Dad yelled.
"I will. Bye. " I waved at them and left the house.
