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four

july 1981

bill denbrough woke up and shot himself up in a sticky, sweaty panic. he gasped loudly. he had another nightmare, for the third time this week. he sighed as he balanced himself upward on his hands, his chest rising and falling. his breath was loud as it came in and out of his nose, it rang through his ears. he turned his head as he fully sat up and pushed his messy brown hair out of his face. he looked at his alarm clock, the time reading 11:48. he groaned and squinted his eyes closed. he ripped the sheets off of him and jumped out of bed. his eyes darted around the dark room, slowly adjusting to the little amount of light. he scoured his room searching for his clothes as quickly as he could.

over derry, the moon was full and very bright. you could see the craters and etches in the moon without a big telescope. the large trees and old brick buildings covered derry in a mystical blanket of sleep, except for thirteen-year-old bill denbrough who was peddling down the barren streets of the quiet city as hundreds of thoughts wrapped around his mind. he breathed heavily as his legs pumped and pumped on his bike peddles. his focus was on the road and his destination, but his mind was elsewhere.

bill arrived and dropped his bike down on the pavement that he has memorized every crack in. he slowly walked up and stopped at the bottom of the porch stairs. he was still breathing heavy as if his nightmare had still only ended barely a few seconds ago. it felt like he was still hiding, still running. bill stood still at the stairs, thinking about everything right and wrong he's done in his life to lead him to this moment.

he went up the stairs taking two at a time and quietly knocked on the brown door, praying that the right person was on the other side of the door. bill stood there and wiggled his toes inside his shoes, his mind racing.

you're blushing

marry me! i love the way your eyes sparkle like stars

someone's got a cruuush!

suddenly the tall door opened and bills bright green eyes matched with beautiful brown ones that were still glazed with sleep.

"bill? what are you doing he-"

bill grabbed his head, his hands touching the tight curls atop his head. bill pulled forward and placed his lips right on stanleys.

a great big fire burned within bills chest and he felt as if he was floating as his lips were awkwardly placed on stans soft ones.

bill never expected his first kiss to be like this, but he liked it anyway.

once the kiss ended and bill pulled away, stanley stared at bill almost expressionless. his features resting calmly upon his face, his lips shiny. bill suddenly felt a blanket of regret wrap around his body. he took a step back in panic and turned around. he began to run. he ran down the stairs and back to his bike that rested upon the ground.

"bill! bill wait!" stanley called as bill struggled to pick up his bike. stanley was jogging towards bill down the long driveway, his slippered feet silent against the concrete. bill took one last look at stan as his eyes and nostrils began to burn. bill felt disgusted with himself like he was a sinner. but what has he done?

he climbed atop the bike seat as stanley stood there, staring at him.

"bill?" said stanley, his forehead and brow wrinkled with worry. before bill turned away, a single tear fell and slowly traced down his face. his foot pushed against the peddle and he was off. he stared out on the street, not daring to look back at the boy calling his name as tears fell down his pale cheeks.

stanley uris's shoulders slumped as he watched bill pedal away from him. he lowered his head and began moping back towards his house. he closed the door and shuffled through his house to the stairs. his eyes starting to sting, tears threatening to spill. once he got to the top of the stairs he almost stumbled into his mother, her hair up in curlers and pyjamas all pulled in different wrinkles. she moved a lot when she slept.