To my lost lover (only if it was real)

Writing Back

Friday the 12 of September,1990
Stan's P.O.V.

I woke up, brushed my teeth, tried to comb my untimed 'noodle hair' as Richie calls it. Like usual, it dosen't Fucking coperate. I put in my maroon sweater vest over a white dress shirt.Next I find my scarcely cuffed ripped black jeans along with my white high tops. I put my letter of response in my bag and and run downstairs. I see he put my bike out in front for me. "bye Dad. See you later!" I say walking to the door. "

Have a good day Stan. Your Welcome" He says sipping his coffee. I ride my bike to school looking taking in the scenery. Once I get to school, I make sure I don't run into any of my friends especially Bill. I head over to his locker and slip the letter in the slits. It barley fits. I rush over to our before - school- hangout area on the field by a tree. Right after I arrive I see him coming.'Holy Shit he's cute. His eyes his hair, smile, personality. EVERYTHING.' My brain. Won't shut up about Bill and my heart won't either.  He's wearing his beat-up brown converse. They used to be black.Not anymore. He's wearing a light grey Derry High Pullover hoodie and light blue ripped jeans that are made wider for affect for when you cuff them, which he did.

Bill's P.O.V.

I walk into school and bolt to my locker in hopes that there's a note. I got real exited when I found one fall out of my locker.It reads:

Dear Bill,

Sorry I didn't answer all of your questions. I still have to be a mystery. So, Here are the ones I answered. Maybe later you'll have your all
Of your questions answered.
1. I see a cute boy with an Adorable Stutter. Your kind, Caring, Brave, Passionate, & ALWAYS stay true to YOU no one else.
2. Yes
4.Honey eyes, Brown - Golden hair, tan-ish skin. (That's it I can't expose myself can I? That wouldn't be fun now would it?)
6. Closer than you think . . .
7.If you want the answer it would require all the writable surfaces in the universe.
Love,
Unknown Lover

I head over to the losers spot, under a tree, under the shade. When I get Closer I see Stan Sitting down and reading His bird book.I run up to him and plop down right next to his left side. I take his left hand and and intertwined it with my right. His book becomes lopsided. He get's sprinkle with red dots on his face soon, they start pouring all his blush onto my face as well. I take out the note and start  reading it. He pears over and see's a wide ass going on my face while I read something that compares to NO great work of literature.  " W-what do y-you think it mean?" I budge his shoulder so he knows I'm talking to him.

"Well . . I think this person wants you to know that you're loved and special and important in their life. Don't go unnoticed. Plus, this person wants to keep some mystery. Making guess till the very end. FFFUUUNN!" He quickly put his nose back into his book, mentally talking to himself. I know that look on his face. I lay my head on his shoulder, his warm, soft shoulder. I look up at him and I can tell he's smiling and starting to blush a cherry red. " T-thank you f-for you i-i-input. It muh-means a lot." I nuzzled my head deeper into his shoulder. He puts his arm around me. Pulling me closer. I wrap my arms Stan's chest like a hug. "Anytime" Stan said looking down.

Before we knew it school was done for the week.